All Chapters of The Secret Wife: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

I cleaned up in the bathroom and headed towards my closet, eager for a change of clothes at the very least.The day had only just begun, and I was uncertain about what it held in store for me. All I yearned for was a sense of tranquility.I rummaged through my closet, searching for something comfortable to wear for the day ahead. Finally, I opted for a pair of soft, charcoal-gray joggers that felt like a warm embrace against my skin. The gentle stretch of the fabric offered both freedom of movement and a sense of coziness, providing the perfect balance for whatever the day had in store.Next, I reached for a plain black t-shirt, its simplicity a soothing contrast to the swirling chaos within me. The smoothness of the fabric against my fingertips offered a sense of grounding, reminding me to find solace in the uncomplicated moments amidst the storm.With my attire chosen, I moved towards my dresser, reaching for a stick of deodorant. Its familiar scent, a blend of fresh citrus and

I stared at the phone, feeling a pang of guilt and sadness wash over me. The weight of my past choices and the repercussions they had on those I cared about felt unbearable. I set my half-finished cup of coffee down on the dining table, my appetite suddenly nonexistent.Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Carla, our trusted housekeeper, entered the room carrying a plate of freshly made scrambled eggs and pancakes. She had a warm smile on her face, as if trying to bring some solace amidst the chaos."Carla, I'm not hungry," I told her, my voice heavy with the weight of the conversation."Ma'am, trust me, you'd love this," she insisted, her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope.I sighed, realizing that maybe a distraction could provide a temporary respite from the turmoil within. "Hmm... Carla," I chuckled slightly, "just try it, ma'am," she urged, placing the plate in front of me."Alright then," I relented, taking a bite of the pancakes and a spoonful of the fluffy scrambled eggs. A

Turning my attention to my hair, I released it from its confines, allowing it to cascade freely down my back. It was a task that required patience and attention to detail. Retrieving my trusted hair spray, I gently misted it over the unruly strands, coaxing them into submission.With the fragrant mist settling delicately, I carefully ran my fingers through my hair, detangling the knots and restoring a sense of order. Only then did I reach for my trusty comb, each stroke adding a touch of refinement to my hair. Once satisfied, I swept my hair back, securing it into an artful knot at the nape of my neck.A stylish cap lay in wait, its vibrant blue matching the jeans that adorned my legs. I positioned it atop my head, allowing a stray ponytail to peek through the opening, a playful touch that added an air of casual charm.Before leaving the confines of my room, I reached for my signature Victoria's Secret perfume. A few delicate spritzes on my pulse points imbued me with a sense of

"I'm sorry, Brielle," he pleaded, his voice filled with remorse. "I just got caught up in the whole situation. You could have told me he wasn't mine, at least, Brielle... There's a reason I never said anything all this while."Curiosity mingled with anger, and I turned around to face him, my eyes searching his face for answers. "And what is the reason?" I demanded, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and longing for understanding."I'm sterile, Brielle," Cullen admitted, his voice heavy with the weight of his revelation. "I found out after Dionne and I divorced. I realized it was never her fault but mine. I refused to accept the doctor's report, and that was why I decided to enter into a contract with you. And when you told me you were pregnant, I was overly happy... It gave me hope that the doctor's report was wrong."Shock rippled through me as I absorbed his confession. I couldn't help but cover my mouth with both hands, the weight of his revelation sinking in. The complexi

"No particular reason," I replied, my voice masking the emotions swirling within me. "I'm just glad you're home. See you soon."Without giving him a chance to respond, I ended the call, the weight of the impending conversation hanging heavily in the air. I stowed my phone away in my bag, taking a moment to close my eyes and rest.As the car hummed along the familiar streets, I allowed the gentle vibrations to lull me into a state of calm. The rhythmic sound of the engine and the warmth of the sunlight filtering through the windows created a soothing atmosphere. A sense of fatigue washed over me, and I leaned back, seeking a brief respite before the inevitable confrontation with Drew.My mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead, the uncertainties and emotions intertwining in a complex web. The nap offered a momentary escape, a chance to gather my strength and fortitude for the confrontation with Drew that awaited.In the stillness of the car, with my son nestled securely in my arm