Semua Bab Married To My Husband's Sworn Enemy : Bab 141 - Bab 146

Chad's POV I immediately began the search for Becky’s death certificate. And that's where I found discrepancies. The time of her supposed death was logged before the last nurse’s shift ended. Autopsy wasn't done, even the body Identification was made “visually” by someone anonymous. Then it dawned on me that it has been a plot all along, but why? I reached out for my phone and called the hospital. The nurse who cared for Becky that night? Had earlier resigned two days later. With no forwarding address.Asides other discoveries, this was another red flag, infact a forest of red flags.I was looking for a cover-up, probably this was all a lie. But with all this new findings it wasn’t sloppy. It was intentional, it was the truth. Becky is alive. I decided to visit the cemetery, I went to the cemetery alone that evening. Becky’s supposed grave was neat. Flowers were neatly placed on it once a week, always fresh. But not by me and definitely not by Lyla.Then, Who was visiting? I whis

Lyla’s POV The Public confrontation: It started on a quiet afternoon at Hale & Harvest, a popular café nestled in the middle of downtown. A known spot for politicians, CEOs, and those who craved both privacy and spectacle. And on that particular day, I was meeting with a client—one of those power-lunch meetings where people pretended their lives were perfectly aligned.Then the bell over the door chimed.Heads turned. Conversations paused.Then Becky walked in majestically. No disguise. No cloak-and-dagger.Just confidence—and the truth.I froze, my wine glass held mid-air.“Hi, darling,” Becky said, voice smooth as ice. “Miss me?”The entire café seemed to hold its breath.I immediately stood up, composed but blazing inside. “You’re not welcome here.”Becky leaned in, just enough for only me to hear. “Then why does your step-daughter draw me every night?” she whispered. My jaw tightened, fist clenched into a blow. “You abandoned her. I picked up the pieces. You don’t get to rewr

Lyla’s POV Lyla was halfway through a business pitch when Chad suddenly barged into her office, unannounced.She raised an eyebrow but didn’t pause.“I need five minutes,” he said firmly.“Not now.” As you can see I'm in the middle of a very important meeting. You need to excuse me now. He didn't leave, rather he dropped a USB drive onto her desk.“You’ll want to see this.” he persuaded. Her tone changed. She nodded and signaled for her team to step out. There was a brief silence immediately the door shut behind them. Chad walked to the screen on her office wall and connected the drive.And with one click, the hospital video began playing.The screen showed Becky, panicked, tied up and restrained, crying out through sedatives. A nurse was forcing a document into her hand. And in the background—clear as day—stood Lyla.Unblinking. Watching. And doing nothing to stop the nurse. Lyla didn’t flinch, she only shuddered her shoulders. But her jaw and fist tightened.“You were there,” C