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My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 73
The morning sun spilled gently through the windows of Charlesâ penthouse apartment. Birds chirped outside, and the city was slowly coming to life. Charles was sipping coffee and going through work emails when his phone rang.He didnât recognize the number at first, but he picked it up casually.âHello, Charles speaking.âThere was a pause, then a rushed voice came through, almost too fast to comprehend.âThis is City General Hospital. Weâre calling in regard to Mr. AntonyâĶ weâre very sorry, but there was a complication early this morningâĶ heâhe didnât make it.âCharles froze.âWhat?â he whispered.âSir, Iâm deeply sorry. The doctors tried everything. He suffered a cardiac arrest at dawnâĶââNo, noâwaitâwhat are you saying? Thatâs not possible!â Charles stood up, knocking over his mug. Hot coffee splashed across the table and floor, but he didnât even notice.âHe was recovering. I was there yesterdayâhe laughed at my jokes! You must be mistaken!ââI wish we were, sirâĶ but Iâm afraid we
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-22My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 74
The world seemed to blur around Rita as she stood in the middle of the hospital corridor, surrounded by wails and murmurs, but none of it reached her ears. Her entire being felt numb. Everything she saw and heard was filtered through the fog of disbelief, heartbreak, and sheer devastation.Antony was gone. The only person who had truly seen herâbelieved in her when the rest of the world questioned her worth. He had picked her up when she was at her lowest, reminded her of her strength, and stood by her with unwavering faith. And nowâĶ he had vanished. Just like that.She sank slowly to the floor beside his stretcher, pressing her forehead against the cool metal edge. âYou werenât just my friend,â she whispered through trembling lips. âYou wereâĶ everything I never thought I deserved.âCharles came to kneel beside her, his face creased in sorrow. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. âHe talked about you all the time, Rita. YouâĶ meant the world to him.âRita let out a choked sob, her
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-22My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 75
After everything that had happened, Rita couldnât bring herself to go back abroad immediately. The weight of the tragedy and the unanswered questions about Antony's accident kept her grounded, unable to leave just yet. There were things she needed to understandâthings that didnât sit right with her. Rita knew she needed more time, not just to grieve but to observe the complex web of relationships and power dynamics around her. She couldnât ignore the possibility that there were forces at play that she hadnât yet uncovered.Meanwhile, Anita, always a step ahead in the game of manipulation, had managed to hook up with James. It wasnât out of love or attractionâAnitaâs intentions were far more calculating. After James had been devastated by the loss of Antony, she saw an opportunity to rise to the top. She knew he was vulnerable, looking for someone to pick him up after the crash, and she had found a powerful figure willing to back him up. In her mind, this was the perfect way to secure
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-22My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 76
The tycoon backing himâa powerful, faceless figureâhad been pressing him harder with each passing day. The messages came through encrypted lines, always cold, always clear:âItâs time to finish what you started.â âHer family must fall.â âYouâve been paid. Deliver.âJames didnât even know who this man truly was. They had never met face to face. Everything was conducted through intermediaries, encrypted emails, and burner phones. The only thing James did know was that the money was too good to ignore. Especially now. With his motherâs medical bills piling up, his own reputation sinking, and his business crumbling after Antonyâs death, he was hanging by a thread. And this tycoon, whoever he was, had offered him a lifelineâa dangerous, bloodstained lifeline.The burden of that secret grew heavier with each passing hour. Heâd stare into his motherâs face and wonder, Would she approve of what Iâm doing? Of course not. But she wasnât here to stop him. No one was.He tried to convince himself
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-22My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 77
The house that once echoed with Antonyâs laughter now stood silent and heavy with sorrow. Every corner seemed to breathe his absence, every wall haunted by memoriesâhis childhood drawings still pinned on the fridge, his books left untouched on the shelf, and the worn sneakers by the door that no one had the heart to move.Charles, Antonyâs elder brother, was the first to drown in guilt. He hadnât told anyone, but he blamed himself for not checking in more often, for thinking Antony would be fine after the accident. He spent most of his time in the garage now, pretending to fix broken tools when really, he was just trying to fix himself.Lydia had become a shadow of herself. She rarely left her room and barely touched her food. Every night, she sat by the window whispering apologies into the wind, hoping somehow Antony could hear her. She carried the unbearable weight of knowing her own actions may have pushed him into despair.Their mother, pale and weakened, had aged ten years in a w
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-23My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 78
Linet sat in the corner of the bedroom, her knees tucked to her chest, listening to the murmurs outside the door. Francisâ mother, aunt, and older sister were seated in the living room, voices raised just enough to be heard.âIf she canât conceive, then itâs time we consider another wife.ââExactly. This isnât personalâitâs about legacy. Our name must live on.ââAnd Francis wonât wait forever.âLinetâs heart sank with every word. The same people who had praised her grace and elegance on her wedding day were now plotting her quiet replacement. To them, she was no longer a brideâjust a barren vessel.Francis hadnât said a word. As always, he let them speak for him.Later that night, Linet confronted him again.âThey want you to marry another woman.âFrancis, who had just returned from what he called a "business trip," poured himself a drink and shrugged.âMaybe I should.âThe bluntness struck her hard, but she didnât flinch. âSo thatâs it? Thatâs your solution?âHe gave a hollow laugh.
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-24My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 79
Mary had always been quiet â observant, but never idle. She had a talent for reading between the lines, and lately, those lines had become increasingly blurry where Linet was concerned. The announcement of her pregnancy had come out of nowhere. No build-up, no symptoms, just a declaration that stunned the household and left Mary unconvinced.She had noticed the subtle things first. The way Linet continued to wear tight-fitting clothes well into her second supposed month. How she dodged family invitations to visit the clinic for a scan. How she never showed any signs of fatigue or nausea, always claiming to be âfeeling greatâ with a wide, almost rehearsed smile.Something was off.Mary wasnât confrontational by nature, but this time, she couldnât ignore her instincts. She started to quietly follow Linetâs movements, watching, waiting. It took time â over a week of subtle surveillance, late-night parking outside the estate, and whispered questions to the household help.Then, on a breez
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Ritaâs heart raced as the doctorâs words echoed in her ears, a melody she had longed to hear for years. She was pregnant. After endless nights of silent prayers and hidden tears, the universe had finally answered. She imagined the joy lighting up Jamesâ face as she shared the news, a spark to revive their crumbling marriage.Clutching the ultrasound picture close to her chest, Rita hurried home, her heels clicking against the dusty path leading to the farmhouse. The faint smell of freshly tilled soil lingered in the air. For the first time in months, her footsteps felt lighter, her lips trembling into a smile she could no longer suppress.âJames!â she called as she pushed open the front door, her voice filled with eager anticipation. The house was strangely silent. The curtains, partially drawn, cast eerie shadows across the living room.Her instincts urged caution, but excitement propelled her forward. She headed to their bedroom, her mind rehearsing the words she had longed to say.
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My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 79
Mary had always been quiet â observant, but never idle. She had a talent for reading between the lines, and lately, those lines had become increasingly blurry where Linet was concerned. The announcement of her pregnancy had come out of nowhere. No build-up, no symptoms, just a declaration that stunned the household and left Mary unconvinced.She had noticed the subtle things first. The way Linet continued to wear tight-fitting clothes well into her second supposed month. How she dodged family invitations to visit the clinic for a scan. How she never showed any signs of fatigue or nausea, always claiming to be âfeeling greatâ with a wide, almost rehearsed smile.Something was off.Mary wasnât confrontational by nature, but this time, she couldnât ignore her instincts. She started to quietly follow Linetâs movements, watching, waiting. It took time â over a week of subtle surveillance, late-night parking outside the estate, and whispered questions to the household help.Then, on a breez
My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 78
Linet sat in the corner of the bedroom, her knees tucked to her chest, listening to the murmurs outside the door. Francisâ mother, aunt, and older sister were seated in the living room, voices raised just enough to be heard.âIf she canât conceive, then itâs time we consider another wife.ââExactly. This isnât personalâitâs about legacy. Our name must live on.ââAnd Francis wonât wait forever.âLinetâs heart sank with every word. The same people who had praised her grace and elegance on her wedding day were now plotting her quiet replacement. To them, she was no longer a brideâjust a barren vessel.Francis hadnât said a word. As always, he let them speak for him.Later that night, Linet confronted him again.âThey want you to marry another woman.âFrancis, who had just returned from what he called a "business trip," poured himself a drink and shrugged.âMaybe I should.âThe bluntness struck her hard, but she didnât flinch. âSo thatâs it? Thatâs your solution?âHe gave a hollow laugh.
My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 77
The house that once echoed with Antonyâs laughter now stood silent and heavy with sorrow. Every corner seemed to breathe his absence, every wall haunted by memoriesâhis childhood drawings still pinned on the fridge, his books left untouched on the shelf, and the worn sneakers by the door that no one had the heart to move.Charles, Antonyâs elder brother, was the first to drown in guilt. He hadnât told anyone, but he blamed himself for not checking in more often, for thinking Antony would be fine after the accident. He spent most of his time in the garage now, pretending to fix broken tools when really, he was just trying to fix himself.Lydia had become a shadow of herself. She rarely left her room and barely touched her food. Every night, she sat by the window whispering apologies into the wind, hoping somehow Antony could hear her. She carried the unbearable weight of knowing her own actions may have pushed him into despair.Their mother, pale and weakened, had aged ten years in a w
My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 76
The tycoon backing himâa powerful, faceless figureâhad been pressing him harder with each passing day. The messages came through encrypted lines, always cold, always clear:âItâs time to finish what you started.â âHer family must fall.â âYouâve been paid. Deliver.âJames didnât even know who this man truly was. They had never met face to face. Everything was conducted through intermediaries, encrypted emails, and burner phones. The only thing James did know was that the money was too good to ignore. Especially now. With his motherâs medical bills piling up, his own reputation sinking, and his business crumbling after Antonyâs death, he was hanging by a thread. And this tycoon, whoever he was, had offered him a lifelineâa dangerous, bloodstained lifeline.The burden of that secret grew heavier with each passing hour. Heâd stare into his motherâs face and wonder, Would she approve of what Iâm doing? Of course not. But she wasnât here to stop him. No one was.He tried to convince himself
My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 75
After everything that had happened, Rita couldnât bring herself to go back abroad immediately. The weight of the tragedy and the unanswered questions about Antony's accident kept her grounded, unable to leave just yet. There were things she needed to understandâthings that didnât sit right with her. Rita knew she needed more time, not just to grieve but to observe the complex web of relationships and power dynamics around her. She couldnât ignore the possibility that there were forces at play that she hadnât yet uncovered.Meanwhile, Anita, always a step ahead in the game of manipulation, had managed to hook up with James. It wasnât out of love or attractionâAnitaâs intentions were far more calculating. After James had been devastated by the loss of Antony, she saw an opportunity to rise to the top. She knew he was vulnerable, looking for someone to pick him up after the crash, and she had found a powerful figure willing to back him up. In her mind, this was the perfect way to secure
My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 74
The world seemed to blur around Rita as she stood in the middle of the hospital corridor, surrounded by wails and murmurs, but none of it reached her ears. Her entire being felt numb. Everything she saw and heard was filtered through the fog of disbelief, heartbreak, and sheer devastation.Antony was gone. The only person who had truly seen herâbelieved in her when the rest of the world questioned her worth. He had picked her up when she was at her lowest, reminded her of her strength, and stood by her with unwavering faith. And nowâĶ he had vanished. Just like that.She sank slowly to the floor beside his stretcher, pressing her forehead against the cool metal edge. âYou werenât just my friend,â she whispered through trembling lips. âYou wereâĶ everything I never thought I deserved.âCharles came to kneel beside her, his face creased in sorrow. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. âHe talked about you all the time, Rita. YouâĶ meant the world to him.âRita let out a choked sob, her
My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 73
The morning sun spilled gently through the windows of Charlesâ penthouse apartment. Birds chirped outside, and the city was slowly coming to life. Charles was sipping coffee and going through work emails when his phone rang.He didnât recognize the number at first, but he picked it up casually.âHello, Charles speaking.âThere was a pause, then a rushed voice came through, almost too fast to comprehend.âThis is City General Hospital. Weâre calling in regard to Mr. AntonyâĶ weâre very sorry, but there was a complication early this morningâĶ heâhe didnât make it.âCharles froze.âWhat?â he whispered.âSir, Iâm deeply sorry. The doctors tried everything. He suffered a cardiac arrest at dawnâĶââNo, noâwaitâwhat are you saying? Thatâs not possible!â Charles stood up, knocking over his mug. Hot coffee splashed across the table and floor, but he didnât even notice.âHe was recovering. I was there yesterdayâhe laughed at my jokes! You must be mistaken!ââI wish we were, sirâĶ but Iâm afraid we
My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 72
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 thenâa 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 prayingâpleadingâfor Antonyâs return.Then suddenly, a faint twitch.Ritaâs eyes snapped open, staring at his hand. There it was againâa faint, almost imperceptible squeeze. She sat up straight, her heart thudding wildly. âAntony?â she whispered urgently, âCan you hear me?âHis eyelids fluttered again, this time more deliberately. His brow furrowed, as though struggling to escape some invisible weight pressing down on him.âAntony, itâs meâRita. Iâm here,â she s
My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity   chapter 71
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 Adrianâs hand tightly, her knuckles white, as they approached the nurseâs station.âAntony Kirui,â she said softly, almost unsure her voice had come out at all. âHe was brought in this morning after an accident.âThe nurse glanced at the chart in front of her and gave a small, solemn nod. âRoom 6. But heâs still unconscious. Only one visitor at a time, please.âRita swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. Adrian squeezed her hand reassuringly, then let it go. âIâll wait right here,â he whispered. âTake your time.âHer feet moved, but her mind was numb. As she walked through the corridor, memories flashed before her eyesâAntony helping her carry boxes when she moved into her new apartment, defending her from cruel tongues, calling her strong when she felt weake
