All Chapters of FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sarah's POV The rest of the day passed in a blur. By the time the sun began to set, we were all exhausted but content. Nora had been on cloud nine, recounting her favorite moments from our school visits, her enthusiasm contagious.After dinner, I watched from the kitchen as Adrian carried Nora to her room. She clung to him sleepily, her little head resting against his shoulder, her bunny tucked under one arm. It was such a simple sight, but it made my heart ache in ways I couldn’t explain.As I finished tidying up, I heard the soft hum of Adrian’s voice coming from Nora’s room. I paused in the hallway, leaning against the wall. He was tucking her in, and the tenderness in his tone made my chest tighten. He didn’t have to do any of this, but he did it anyway—without hesitation, without complaint.“Thank you for today, Uncle Adrian,” Nora murmured, her voice small and sleepy.“Anything for you, princess,” he replied, his voice warm and steady.I smiled, pressing a hand to my chest. She

Sarah's POV "Adrian,” she greeted, her tone dripping with faux warmth. “Sarah. How wonderful to see you both tonight.”“Anne,” Adrian replied curtly, not bothering to match her charade. “The event looks extravagant, as usual.”She ignored his jab, and instead fixed her gaze on me. She must have thought me an easy prey. “You look lovely, dear. That dress is quite understated. Refreshing, really, in a room full of over-the-top gowns.”I didn’t flinch at her comment but met her gaze with a defiant one. “Thank you, Anne. You’ve outdone yourself with the decor tonight.”Her fake smile faltered slightly, clearly not expecting me to match her energy. “Well, one must always make an impression, don’t you agree?”“Absolutely,” I replied smoothly, not knowing where my confidence was coming from. “Though I’ve always believed that substance outshines appearances.”I glanced at Adrian who watched the exchange quietly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.Anne’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly

Sarah’s POVAdrian closed the door behind him after assuring me he wouldn't stay too long. I ran my fingers along the embroidered armrest of the chair, trying to calm the unease swirling in my chest.I wandered toward the bookshelf. It was surprisingly sparse for someone like Adrian, who always seemed to have a sharp mind and a quick wit. Most of the books were classics, their spines worn and faded, with a few trophies and certificates scattered among them.A small, framed photo caught my eye. It was of a younger Adrian, probably in his early teens, sitting on a horse. His smile was wide and genuine, a stark contrast to the measured expressions he wore now.I brushed a finger over the glass, glancing at another one that had a woman who looked so much like Julian in it. The sound of footsteps outside the door made me jump. I turned, half expecting Anne or one of her allies to storm in, but it was just the echo of someone passing.I sighed and sank back into the chair, clutching the ed

Sarah's POVMonday mornings always brought a certain rhythm with Adrian preparing to go to work while Nora and I lazed around. Today, however, was different. It was Nora’s first day back at school after her surgery, and I couldn’t ignore the nervous flutter in my chest.Adrian had insisted on coming with us to ensure everything went smoothly. “It’s her first day back,” he had said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll drive.”The ride to the school was calm. Nora hummed softly in the back seat, clutching her bunny close, while Adrian’s steady presence behind the wheel was oddly comforting.When we arrived, the principal greeted us warmly, her eyes widening slightly when she spotted Adrian. His reputation clearly preceded him, and the staff seemed eager to impress him.Nora’s teacher, Mrs. Hughes, met us in the classroom. She was a gentle woman in her mid-40s, with kind eyes that immediately put me at ease. Adrian took the lead, explaining Nora’s health history with precision

Sarah's POVThe house was quiet now, except the TV that was still playing on in the background. Adrian had gone upstairs a while ago, leaving me alone in the living room with my thoughts and a journal that refused to cooperate.I tapped the pen against the blank page, willing the words to come. Writing had always been my solace, the one place I could pour out my heart without fear of judgment. But tonight, it felt like my emotions were tangled in a knot I didn’t know how to untie.The sound of the staircase creaking made me glance up. For a split second, I thought Adrian might be coming back, but the house fell silent again. I exhaled, a strange mix of relief and disappointment washing over me.Shaking my head, I looked back down at the journal. I’d written three words: A new start. It felt ironic. Was that what this really was?My life with Adrian was supposed to be an arrangement, a practical solution to a complicated problem. And yet, somewhere along the way, practicality had given