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My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity chapter 65
Lydia sat on the cold edge of her bed, the lights in her room dimmed to a soft amber hue that cast long shadows across the walls. Outside, the city pulsed with its usual life—cars honking, footsteps echoing down the pavements, laughter from strangers. But inside her room, it was deafeningly quiet. Still. Almost painfully still.Her fingers trembled as she held onto the hem of her dress, eyes locked on nothing in particular. Her vision was blurry, not from sleep, but from the tears she’d been fighting all day. One escaped. Then another. Soon, they fell freely, soaking her cheeks, slipping down to her lips—salty, warm, familiar. She didn’t bother wiping them away.She started sobbing, first quietly—little gasps and hiccups that shook her shoulders. Then came the uncontrollable cries, the ones that came from deep within her chest, the ones she had buried for too long. The ones that spoke of pain that had no name.Her heart ached. Not just from longing, but from shame. From bitterness. Fr
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“I think…” she paused, her voice cracking. “I think I’m in love with Antony.”There was silence.Not the silence of contemplation. Not the silence of understanding.It was the kind of silence that cut the air like shattered glass.Her mother’s spoon dropped into her teacup with a sharpclink. Her father leaned back slowly in his chair, his brow furrowing, the warmth from his face draining in an instant.“Lydia,” her mother finally said, voice low, stunned. “Did you just say... Antony?”Lydia nodded, her eye
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Antony sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone when he heard soft knocks on his door.“Come in,” he said without looking up, expecting it to be one of the housemaids or perhaps Charles needing something.To his surprise, Lydia walked in—graceful and serene as always, but with something different in her eyes. Something unreadable. She wasn’t smiling, but there was a strange calmness to her presence that made the air around her tense.“Hey,” she said softly, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her sweater.“Hey, Lyds. You okay?” Antony asked, lifting his eyes from the screen to meet hers.She stepped
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Antony walked out of the house, each step heavier than the last, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum of betrayal. The front door slammed behind him with a sharp echo that vibrated through his entire body. It felt final. Like a door to a chapter of his life had just closed forever.He walked aimlessly down the street, hands buried deep in his pockets, eyes glazed with confusion and disbelief. His mind was a storm — images flashing in no particular order: Lydia’s tearful confession, his father’s outburst, his mother’s trembling voice… and the silence that followed. A silence louder than any scream.The truth had shattered him.The family he had loved so fiercely, the people he had trusted with his soul… had built it all on a lie.He wasn't their son.He wasn't Lydia’s brother.He wasn’t even sure who he was anymore.“Why now?” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. “Why after all these years?”His thoughts wandered to Lydia. The way she looked at him. The pain in her
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Antony’s steps were slow and uncertain, his mind weighed down by the truth, by pain, by a future that suddenly felt like a shattered mirror—dangerously sharp, and hopelessly broken.The streets were quiet, only a few cars whizzed past now and then. The wind whipped through his coat as he walked on, aimlessly, numb to the world around him. The alcohol in his system made everything blur slightly, his thoughts more chaotic than ever.He barely noticed when he stepped onto the road, lost in a memory of his childhood—of playing catch with Charles, of Lydia bringing them lemonade. For a moment, he smiled, before the sound of screeching tires tore the peace apart.SCREEEEEECH!Bright headlights flooded his vision.A loud horn.A scream.Then—Blackness.The impact tossed him several meters off the tarmac, his body thudding against the cold, hard ground. The car didn’t stop—it sped away, its tires screeching again as it disappeared into the night like a phantom.“OH MY GOD!! SOMEBODY HELP!!”
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Lydia sat on the cold bench just outside the ICU, her head buried in her palms, her tears soaking the sleeves of her sweater. She had cried so much that her eyes were swollen, red, and aching, but she couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when the guilt gnawed at her like a relentless beast.Every beep of the machines behind the glass wall felt like a slap to her soul.Antony.Her Antony.Lying there unconscious. Fighting for his life.And it was all her fault.She had broken something that could never be fixed.“If only I hadn’t said those things… if only I had stayed silent,” she whispered between sobs, her voice barely audible.She could still hear her own words echoing in the walls of her mind."I don’t love you as a brother..."What had she been thinking? What demon had possessed her to cross the line that should never have been approached, let alone shattered?Lydia clenched her fists against her thighs, rocking slightly back and forth.“This is punishment,” she whispered. “God is punishi
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The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air as Rita stepped into the brightly lit hallway of the hospital's ICU wing. Her heart thundered in her chest like a war drum, echoing the fear gnawing at her insides. She gripped Adrian’s hand tightly, her knuckles white, as they approached the nurse’s station.“Antony Kirui,” she said softly, almost unsure her voice had come out at all. “He was brought in this morning after an accident.”The nurse glanced at the chart in front of her and gave a small, solemn nod. “Room 6. But he’s still unconscious. Only one visitor at a time, please.”Rita swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. Adrian squeezed her hand reassuringly, then let it go. “I’ll wait right here,” he whispered. “Take your time.”Her feet moved, but her mind was numb. As she walked through the corridor, memories flashed before her eyes—Antony helping her carry boxes when she moved into her new apartment, defending her from cruel tongues, calling her strong when she felt weake
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The room was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the gentle hiss of oxygen flowing through the tubes connected to Antony. The dim lights cast a soft glow on his pale face, still as stone, save for the slight flutter of his eyelids every now and then—a signal that he was somewhere in between this world and the next.Rita sat by his side, her fingers laced with his, whispering softly to him as though her voice could guide him back. Lydia sat quietly across the room, still nursing her guilt but silently praying—pleading—for Antony’s return.Then suddenly, a faint twitch.Rita’s eyes snapped open, staring at his hand. There it was again—a faint, almost imperceptible squeeze. She sat up straight, her heart thudding wildly. “Antony?” she whispered urgently, “Can you hear me?”His eyelids fluttered again, this time more deliberately. His brow furrowed, as though struggling to escape some invisible weight pressing down on him.“Antony, it’s me—Rita. I’m here,” she s
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