All Chapters of My Husband's Adopted Sister Is Pregnant: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Adrian came in holding a jewelry box."Forgot to give you this earlier. Happy third anniversary."Inside was a brooch. Six months ago, he had me pick a color from two design sketches. Back then, I thought he remembered our wedding date and treasured this marriage the same way I did."Do you like it?""I do."He pinned the brooch to my pajamas, then glanced at the pill case on the nightstand."Good, you took your medication. I'll go with you to the follow-up tomorrow.""Isn't the office busy?""You matter more."His phone rang. He looked at it and didn't answer. A few seconds later, it rang again."Aren't you going to check?" I asked."Work."He set the phone face down and stroked my hair. "Get some sleep."Once he left, I took off the brooch and put it in my bag, along with the pill.At breakfast the next morning, he really did stay home. He poured my milk himself but had the housekeeper take the coffee away."Didn't sleep well?" he asked."Mm."He told the kitchen to make oatmeal.Van

Daniel's office wasn't far from Maya's place.When I arrived, he already had the original gift agreement and its supplements laid out on the desk. I had signed that agreement myself before the wedding. Reading it again now, every clause about my rights was clearer than I remembered."Adrian said he doesn't want me walking away with half his fortune in a divorce," I said.Daniel looked up. "He said that himself?""I overheard him talking with Vanessa."He turned to the payment schedule page."Evelyn, this money came from your mother's estate. Before your marriage, you donated it to the foundation under this agreement, earmarked for the children's rehabilitation center. It was never converted into shares of Moretti Holdings, and it isn't equity in the foundation either."He flipped further. "But the agreement preserves your right to audit, to oversee the projects, and to participate in the designated major decisions. If the Morettis want you out, they need your valid consent. Reading one

Adrian didn't answer.Someone in the front row stood first. It was the director of the Morettis' concierge clinic, Dr. Samuel Weiss. For three years, every follow-up the Morettis arranged for me had been with him.He stared at the pill case and asked, "Miss Bennett, who told you to bring that here?""It's the medication I've been taking," I said. "Why shouldn't it be here?"Adrian picked up another microphone and addressed the room. "My wife hasn't been feeling well lately. Please forgive her."He reached out to walk me off the stage. I stepped away."Dr. Weiss, your clinic handles the delivery. I asked why the pill doesn't match the label, and your first question is who let me bring the box?"A few reporters raised their phones. Dr. Weiss didn't sit down, and he didn't answer.Adrian leaned close, his voice very low. "We'll talk at home.""In three years, I asked so many times." I looked at him. "Why was I dizzy after the pills? Had the plan changed? Every time, you said the doctor wo

I slept four hours at Maya's place.When I woke up, there were over a dozen missed calls. Seven from Adrian, two from Lucia, and the rest from numbers I didn't recognize.Maya warmed up some oatmeal and set my phone face down on the table."Eat first.""Any word from the clinic?""Dr. Weiss is willing to meet you and explain the medication process. But he wants you to come alone.""Then I'm not going."Maya glanced at me. "I thought you'd be in a hurry to hear it.""I am. But if he really wants to explain, having Daniel there shouldn't slow him down."After breakfast, I called Daniel.The Moretti Foundation had put out a statement overnight. The lab test concerned a sample I provided on my own and could not represent three years of treatment. The waiver document had never been signed and was only a discussion draft."Their wording is careful," Daniel said."What about the gala program?""We preserved our copy. Now we also need to trace every hand the medication passed through from the

Adrian came to see me the next afternoon.He was still in his office shirt, sleeves rolled up, carrying the coat I had left at the house."What did Rosa tell you?"I didn't take the coat."You signed for my medication?""She had the day off. The clinic dropped it at the door, so I signed for it.""Did you look inside?""No.""When did you find out the doctor changed my treatment plan?"He looked at me for a moment before answering. "Mom told me the private physician adjusted it.""Before I was hospitalized last year, or after?""Evelyn, I'm not a doctor." He frowned. "When you question me like this, I can't pull up every detail from three years ago.""I'm not asking you to practice medicine," I said. "I'm asking when you knew."He draped the coat over the back of a chair."I can look into it with you.""Then start by giving Daniel your messages with the private physician about my medication.""Those are private communications between me and my doctor.""They concern my body.""There ar