Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wife He Lost The Heiress I Became : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Daniel’s POVThe appointment record was only one page long, but I had read it so many times that I could remember every line.October 19. Follow-up concerning the restricted Montecillo correspondence.Below it was a reference to RC-17-04, the same account code found on the transfer record and the Northbridge invoice.Someone had arranged a meeting after the collection was supposedly released. Yet the appointment book itself was missing, and the surviving copy didn't identify who had attended.I called our legal team."Have the original document examined," I instructed. "I want the paper, ink, handwriting, and filing history checked. We need to know whether it genuinely belongs to the archive.""We've arranged an inspection with the property management firm," our lawyer replied. "We'll also request any surviving visitor logs.""And the name on the collection instruction?""We haven't established whether it refers to Adrian Ashford. The document authorizes a release, but it doesn't prov

Clara's POVReturn to sender.I read the words again on my phone.They were barely visible in the photograph Daniel had sent me, pressed faintly into an old sheet of paper. Beneath them was a partial date: October 16, eighteen years ago.The missing ledger had supposedly been transferred the following day.I opened my brown notebook and wrote two questions.Who was the sender?Why was the ledger never returned?I had spent so many years without knowing where I came from. Now that I finally had a family and a name that belonged to me, someone seemed determined to keep the past buried.But I had learned not to mistake suspicion for proof.The names in the documents could mean something. They could also be misleading.I called Daniel.“Did the examiner identify the sender?”“Not yet. The impression may have come from another sheet placed over the register. They need to examine the original page before they can recover anything more.”“Can we get the original?”“The storage company has ag

Clara’s POVI kept the pregnancy test result inside my bag all the way home.Every few minutes, my hand drifted toward it, as if touching the folded paper would make the news feel more real.I was pregnant.Adrian's child was growing inside me, and he had no idea.The thought should have made me happy. Instead, it brought back the image of him leaving our bedroom the morning after we had been together, choosing Isabella without even asking what I had wanted to tell him.I pressed my forehead against the car window.I couldn't tell him yet. Not when I was still trying to understand what this pregnancy meant for my health, and not when I had no idea how he would react.When I arrived at the Montecillo estate, Daniel was waiting in the sitting room with a folder in his hand."How did the appointment go?" he asked.I forced a small smile. "The doctor wants me to return for more tests.""Is it serious?""They need more information before they can say anything."It wasn't exactly a lie. I s

Isabella’s POVI had imagined this moment a hundred times.In some versions, Adrian shouted at me. In others, he walked away without a word. Sometimes, I begged him to stay, promising that I could explain everything.But in every version, I lost him.“Adrian?” I called as I entered his study.He looked up from his desk. “What is it?”“We need to talk about the baby.”His expression softened immediately. “Is something wrong? Did the doctor say”“No. The baby is fine.”“Then what happened?”I sat across from him, twisting my fingers together. My heart pounded so violently that I could barely hear my own voice.“I lied to you.”Adrian put his document down.“About what?”“The baby's father.”His brows drew together. “What about him?”I couldn't look at him.“Isabella.”“The baby isn't yours.”For a moment, Adrian didn't move.Then he stood.“What?”I flinched at the sharpness in his voice.“The baby isn't yours,” I repeated, tears already falling. “I'm sorry.”His hand struck the desk so

Adrian’s POVThe glass slipped from my hand and shattered against the wall.For several seconds, I stood staring at the fragments scattered across the floor. My chest felt tight, my jaw ached from clenching it, and Isabella's confession kept replaying in my head."The baby isn't yours".I wanted to hate her.God, how badly I wanted to hate her.It would have been easier if I could reduce everything to her lies, if I could convince myself that I was merely an innocent man who had been deceived. I could direct all my anger at her and pretend I had done nothing to deserve the mess waiting for me.But I knew better.I had welcomed Isabella back into my life. I had given her my time, my attention, and a place in my home while my wife had been left waiting for scraps of affection. I had watched Clara suffer and told myself I was only helping someone who needed me.Now I wondered how many times I had used that excuse because it was easier than admitting what I was doing to my own family.My