All Chapters of The One He Let Go: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kelly I stared at Aiden, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Evelyn told him what? Aiden’s word echoed again in my head. “Grandma told me I was adopted. That you’re not my real mom." For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. In what cruelty would make someone stoop this low to orchestrate something cruel like this. The weight of his words crashed down on me, suffocating and unbearable. I couldn’t bear with the pain of knowing that my son had spent years believing a lie. A cruel, twisted, manipulative lie. My body goes cold, my heart stuttering in my chest. Not because I believed it—God, no. I know I gave birth to Aiden. I carried him, I held him in my arms when he was barely minutes old, I nursed him when he was sick, comforted him through his nightmares. He is my son. There is no doubt. There has never been doubt. “I know it’s not true,” Aiden said quickly, his voice unsteady. “But when I was little, she said it so many times that I…..I started wondering. I mean… I don’t look

Kelly I barely remember rushing out of Anderson’s house. One moment, I was standing in that suffocating room, watching Evelyn’s annoying expression and Anderson’s hollow apologies, and the next, I was outside, my hands shaking as I yanked open my car door and slid inside. And then, it hit me. The complete and utter disbelief. My chest heaved as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. I tried to keep it together, but the second I blinked, tears spilled down my cheeks. How could Anderson fail Aiden like this?How could he sit back and let Evelyn plant such a horrible lie in our son’s mind? How could he let her manipulate and gaslight an innocent child, and do absolutely nothing? Did he really love being controlled by Evelyn that much? A choked sob left my lips as I wiped at my face furiously. No more tears. Anderson didn’t deserve them. Evelyn sure as hell didn’t deserve them. Just then, my phone rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the scr

AndersonKate sat across from me in the living room, her arms folded, her expression unreadable. It was a messed up week for me, Mom’s disappearance, Ava not talking to me, the house was empty, and kate, I finally honored her invitation.The weight of everything pressed down on my chest like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t stay silent anymore. "Did you ever love me, Kate?" Her eyes flickered, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she let out a breathy scoff, crossing her legs. "That’s a loaded question, Anderson." I clenched my jaw. "It shouldn’t be." She gave me a look, one I’d seen too many times before. Evasive. Like she was choosing her next words carefully, not out of love, but out of self-preservation. "Why are we even having this conversation?" she muttered. "Is this about Kelly? About Evelyn? You’re suddenly having a moral awakening because your ex-wife is making you feel guilty?" Her words were meant to provoke me, but I didn’t take the bait. "I’m asking you a simple q

KellyI barely took three steps outside before the chaos erupted. The moment the front door cracked open, camera flashes exploded in my face, blinding and relentless. Voices clashed over one another, reporters shouting questions I didn’t have answers to, their microphones thrust forward like weapons. "Kelly! Is it true you were married to Anderson Grant for ten years?""Kelly, did you blackmail him into the marriage?""How does Aiden fit into all this?I clenched my jaw, forcing my expression to remain neutral. My heart pounded, but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. With my head down, I pushed forward, my driver already opening the car door. Hands reached out, some brushing against me, others shoving recorders too close to my face. I barely made it into the car before the doors slammed shut. The driver didn’t wait for instructions, he knew what to do. As the engine roared to life, more flashes burst through the tinted windows, desperate to capture my ev

AndersonI had expected today to be exhausting, but I hadn’t expected to be sitting in a courtroom, waiting for a woman who lived for drama. The judge was already irritated, tapping his fingers on the desk impatiently. My lawyer checked his watch for the third time in ten minutes. The opposing lawyer barely masked his frustration, shifting through papers as if the delay was a personal offense. Kate was late. Of course, she was. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair as I leaned back in my chair. It wasn’t that I had expected Kate to be eager about finalizing our divorce, but I had expected her to at least show up on time.Or maybe that was my mistake, by expecting anything from her at all.I adjusted my tie, ignoring the murmurs of the few reporters seated at the back of the courtroom. ‘The divorce of Anderson Grant and Kate Brook’ just like the bloggers stated, was making headlines. The media had been circling over the news ever since Kelly’s identity had been leak