All Chapters of FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Adrian's POV Sarah's eyebrows remained scrunched up as she continued deep in thought. I decided to change the topic.“So, are you coming back home when you're discharged?” I asked her, trying but failing to mask the eagerness in my voice. She smiled and reached for my hand, giving it a small squeeze. It was the first time she initiated contact and the gesture fanned the hope in my heart. The hope that our marriage had gone beyond being just a contract. “Yes, Adrian.” She replied. “Nora and I will go back home with you. Her class teacher hasn't let me rest since we left home.”She laughed, lowering her eyes to meet mine. “Thank you for standing by me, Adrian. I really appreciate it.”Fueled by the moment, I raised our clasped hands to my lips and kissed her hand. Her eyes widened briefly before her lips stretched in a smile.“Do you have any idea how much more beautiful you get when you smile?” I let out before I could stop myself. As cheesy as it sounded, it was enough to make Sa

Adrian’s POVSarah was trying to act normal, but I could see right through her. She was rattled.Her hands trembled slightly as she picked at her food, her gaze fixed on the plate like it held the answers to the questions she was too afraid to ask. I could still feel the ghost of her lips on mine, the way she had clung to me last night, the way she had let herself need me—just for a moment.And now, she was pulling away.I leaned back slightly, keeping my focus on Nora as she rambled about her book. She was animated, her small hands moving wildly as she explained the story."—and then the princess didn’t need saving because she had a sword of her own!" Nora declared proudly.I smirked. "Sounds like my kind of princess."Sarah shot me a look, something unreadable flickering in her eyes before she dropped her gaze again.Nora giggled. "Mommy says I should always believe I can save myself, but it’s okay to let people help sometimes."Sarah stiffened beside me.She wasn’t looking at me, b

Adrian’s POVI drummed my fingers against the conference table, barely registering the back-and-forth between my executives. My focus was elsewhere.On her.On that call.On the way Sarah had shut down the moment she saw the name on her screen.I had seen the flicker of fear in her eyes, the way her fingers trembled as she silenced it. She had tried to brush it off, but I wasn’t a fool.Whoever had called her had gotten under her skin.“Mr. Blackwood?”I blinked, snapping back to the present. Across the table, one of my executives—Howard, I think—was watching me expectantly.I forced a neutral expression. “Repeat that.”Neville shot me a knowing look from beside me but stayed silent.Howard cleared his throat. “We need to confirm whether we’re going ahead with the revised budget proposal for the next quarter. Given the projected losses, it might be time to consider cost-cutting measures.”I leaned back, considering my options. Normally, I would have weighed every factor carefully befo

Sarah's POV I shook my head. “No. I don’t—I don’t remember you.”“Of course, you wouldn’t,” she said, shrugging. “Your parents sold me so they could have money to raise you.”The air in the room grew impossibly heavy, suffocating.Sold.The word echoed in my mind, clawing at my chest like something alive.My grip tightened around the Polaroid, my vision blurring at the edges. “That’s not true.”Emily tilted her head, her smirk fading into something more unreadable. “Isn’t it? Then tell me, Sarah, where was I all these years? Why did I grow up being passed around like some unwanted burden while you had a home?”I wanted to deny it. To tell her she was wrong.But the truth was—I didn’t know.I had always been an only child, never thinking of the possibility that I could have a sibling somewhere. And now, with this revelation hanging between us, a sick feeling settled in my gut.Adrian stepped forward, his body rigid with restrained anger. “That doesn’t prove anything. Where did you eve

Adrian’s POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind Emily, I felt the tension in the room shift. It didn’t disappear—it hung in the air like a thick fog, wrapping around Sarah’s small frame as she stood frozen in place.Her fingers were still clenched around the photograph, her knuckles white.I squeezed her hand gently, grounding her. “Sarah.”She didn’t respond.I stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the door. “Look at me.”Slowly, her eyes lifted to mine. They were wide, dazed, as if she were still processing what had just happened.“She’s lying,” I said firmly. “She has to be.”Sarah let out a shaky breath, her fingers loosening slightly around the photograph. “But what if she’s not?”I clenched my jaw. “Even if she’s telling the truth, it doesn’t change who you are. It doesn’t change the life you’ve built.”Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “It changes everything as I've known it, Adrian.”I hated the way her voice broke.I hated that Emily had done this to her—droppe