Part 2: The Emergency Contact Who Never Came

I read the access log three times. Bruno’s private account. Date: two days before our divorce became final. Files consulted: Obstetric hospitalization. Pathology report. Genetic analysis of…

Part 2: The Five Years He Could Never Get Back

At seven the next morning, my doorbell rang. I didn’t need to look through the peephole. I knew. When I opened the door, Damian stood there holding…

Part 2: The Commander He Worshipped Was His Wife

Ethan’s eyes dropped to the papers on the desk. “What are those?” “Something you should read.” I closed my suitcase. Claire stepped back politely. “I can wait…

Part 2: The Will My Husband Was Never Supposed to See

I called again. Disconnected. The third time, lawyer Tran’s phone was turned off. “Who are you calling?” Chu Can Ngon’s voice came from beside me. I immediately…

Part 2: The Daughter He Threw Out Before He Knew Her

At seven the next morning, someone rang my doorbell. Once. Twice. Then continuously. I already knew who it was. When I opened the door, Damian stood there….

Part 2: The Position He Thought Was His

The next morning, Daniel went to work as usual. He even arrived early. According to what I learned later, he was in an excellent mood. After all,…

Part 2: He Finally Came to My Hospital Room After I Was Gone

For several seconds, the auditorium remained completely silent. One of the agents stepped forward. “Doctor Adrián Mendoza?” Adrián folded the divorce papers with a hand that was…

Part 2: This Time, I Wasn’t Going to Become His Wife

“For now.” The two words seemed to strike Adrian harder than an accusation. His expression changed. “What does that mean?” “It means exactly what you heard.” I…

Part 2: The Funeral He Didn’t Know About

Luc Tram Phong stormed into the house so quickly that for a moment I almost laughed. So he could hurry. Just never for me. His gaze immediately…

Part 2: The Day I Stopped Asking Him to Choose Me

“Aren’t you angry?” Adrian’s voice was almost a whisper. I slowly turned my head toward him. For years, anger had been the proof that I still cared….