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CHAPTER 2: THE MARRIAGE THAT DISAPPEARED I drove home without saying a word. Adrian followed me. He tried explaining. At least, that’s what he called it. But every sentence sounded like another excuse. “Emma, it happened before you.” “Emma, I was young.” “Emma, I was afraid you would leave.” But the question burning inside me wasn't about Claire. It wasn't even about the past. It was about the lie. A marriage certificate. A wife. A life before me. And he erased it completely. When we arrived home, I placed the envelope on the kitchen table. The same place where I discovered his affair. Funny how that table had become the place where my entire marriage was falling apart. “Tell me everything.” Adrian sat down. For the first time, he looked old. Not successful. Not powerful. Just tired. “Claire and I were married when I was twenty-five,” he said. “She helped me build my first company.” I listened silently. “She was there when nobody believed in me.” My fingers tightened. “Then why did you leave?” He looked away. “She died.” The room became painfully quiet. My anger froze. “What?” “She died in a car accident.” I stared at him. “Then why hide her?” Adrian’s eyes filled with shame. “Because after she died, I couldn't handle losing everything again.” I shook my head. “That doesn't explain why you lied to me.” He didn't answer. Because he knew. There was no explanation. Then I looked at the documents inside the envelope. A legal file. A bank record. And one name repeated again and again. Adrian Beckett Foundation. “What is this?” Adrian became pale. “That’s private.” “No.” I pushed the papers toward him. “Private is your favorite restaurant. Private is your password. Private is not a dead wife and a secret foundation.” Then I saw the date. The foundation was created one month before Adrian met me. And the beneficiary… Was not charity. It was a person. A person whose name I recognized. My own name. Emma Beckett. / Chapter 2 / 5

CHAPTER 3: THE REASON HE CHOSE ME

CHAPTER 3: THE REASON HE CHOSE ME

I spent the entire night reading.

Every document.

Every record.

Every hidden detail Adrian buried.

And slowly…

The truth became more painful than the betrayal.

The foundation wasn't created because Adrian was generous.

It was created because he knew something about me before we met.

Something I didn't even know.

Years ago, when I was twenty-three, I donated bone marrow anonymously to a stranger.

I never thought about it again.

It was just something I did.

But that stranger survived.

And that stranger was Adrian’s younger brother, Michael.

Adrian had found my name through the hospital records.

He knew exactly who I was before our first conversation.

He knew my kindness.

My history.

My life.

At first, I wanted to believe it was romantic.

That fate brought us together.

But then I found the final document.

A note written by Adrian.

The words made my stomach turn.

“Find someone with Claire’s heart.”

I read it again.

And again.

Because I couldn't accept what I was seeing.

Adrian wasn't searching for me.

He was searching for a replacement.

A woman who could fill the empty space Claire left behind.

When Adrian came home, I was waiting.

“Did you love me?”

His face changed.

“Emma…”

“Answer me.”

He sat down.

“I do love you.”

I laughed.

A quiet, broken laugh.

“But did you love me because I was me?”

He couldn't answer.

That silence was the answer.

“I spent fifteen years believing I was your greatest choice.”

I picked up the papers.

“But I was just your second chance.”

Adrian looked devastated.

“That's not true.”

“Then tell me what is true.”

He opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

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Because sometimes the hardest truth isn't discovering someone lied.

It's discovering they convinced themselves the lie was love.

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