บททั้งหมดของ The Wife He Lost The Heiress I Became : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Isabella’s POVFriday came, and I still didn't know what to do.I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined Adrian discovering the truth. Then I pictured the father of my baby standing outside the Ashford gates, ready to tell him everything.My phone lay beside me.Unknown Number: "Tell Adrian before midnight. After that, I'm done waiting."I read the message again, hoping he would change his mind.He didn't.I wanted to blame him for abandoning me when I needed him most. I wanted to believe this was all his fault.But I was the one who had lied.When Adrian offered to help me, I was frightened and alone. I didn't know how I would raise a child without money or someone to depend on. Letting him believe the baby was his had seemed like a way to give my child a better future.At least, that was what I told myself.Then Adrian began treating me kindly. He asked about my appointments and remembered the things I told him. I started looking forward to seeing him. I even imagined

Margaret’s POVI knew the past would eventually return to haunt us.I simply hadn't expected it to begin with a question from my own son."Mother, do you remember a private administrative company that handled confidential documents for Ashford Holdings eighteen years ago?"Adrian stood across from my desk, waiting for an answer.I kept my expression composed as I closed the folder in front of me."Your father worked with dozens of companies. Why are you asking about one from eighteen years ago?""Because Daniel found a record connected to Clara's disappearance."My fingers tightened around the edge of the folder.Clara.Even after all these years, that name had a way of disturbing the order I tried so hard to maintain."What kind of record?""A correspondence ledger was transferred to a private address instead of the executive office, as the surviving documents claimed. The company that operated there handled confidential materials for wealthy clients."Adrian watched me carefully."D

Sophie's POVI used to think grownups knew how to fix everything.When my toys broke, Daddy bought new ones. When I got sick, Grandma called the doctor. When I was afraid of the dark, someone always left the hallway light on.So when Mommy disappeared, I thought Daddy would bring her home.He didn't.At first, I asked him every morning."Did Mommy call?"Sometimes Daddy shook his head. Other times, he looked at his phone before answering."No, sweetheart."After a while, I stopped asking every day.It hurt less to pretend I wasn't waiting.That morning, my teacher gave us a sheet of paper and asked us to draw our families. Everyone around me started drawing houses, pets, and people holding hands.I drew Daddy first.Then I drew myself beside him.My pencil stopped when I reached the empty space on the other side.That was where Mommy used to stand.I remembered the last picture I'd made at home before she left. I had drawn Daddy, myself, Isabella, and the baby inside her tummy.I hadn

Clara’s POVThe envelope was waiting for me when I returned to my room.There was no letter, no message from Adrian, and no explanation. Just a drawing inside.I recognized Sophie’s handwriting immediately.The picture showed a house beneath a crooked tree. Three people stood in front of it. Sophie had drawn herself in the middle, Adrian beside her, and me on the other side wearing a blue dress.Above my figure, she had written one word.Mommy.My fingers trembled around the paper.“Oh, Sophie…”I sat on the edge of the bed, but the tears came before I could stop them. I pressed the drawing against my chest, wishing for one impossible moment that I could hold her instead.I missed her bedtime stories, her small arms around my waist, and the way she used to call for me whenever she had a bad dream.I had left that house because staying there was breaking me. But knowing why I had left didn't make missing my daughter any easier.“I miss you too, sweetheart,” I whispered.The room remain

Daniel’s POVAfter Clara ended the call, I remained in my office, staring at the notebook Victor Sarmiento had left with our legal team.The surname Vale was written beside the reference number. It was only a name, not proof of anything. I had learned that much from the weeks we spent examining old records.Still, I couldn't ignore it.Someone had moved documents connected to Clara's disappearance. Someone had arranged for them to be collected outside the ordinary process. And someone had recently contacted a former employee to ask whether he remembered the restricted accounts.This was no longer a forgotten administrative mistake.I closed the notebook and leaned back in my chair.Eighteen years ago, our family lost a daughter.I was younger then, but I remembered what happened afterward. I remembered our parents refusing to accept that Clara was gone. I remembered the searches, the calls, the photographs sent to authorities, and the empty spaces at family gatherings where she should