I Raised His Dead Mistress's Twins - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Theo kept frantically calling me, but his calls went straight to voicemail. Jasper had made sure I'd vanished without a trace—like I'd been plucked off the face of the earth.
"Your sister must be working with your competitors! This is beyond messed up!" someone shouted.
Theo remained silent, his eyes glued to the divorce papers. I hadn't asked for a single cent—just a clean break, my signature bold and final.
This wasn't how he'd imagined things playing out.
In his mind, divorce wasn't even an option. I'd loved him unconditionally, accepted the twins for his sake—how could I just walk away without looking back?
Ding-dong.
"Is Theo home? Delivery for him."
Theo took the package, his gut telling him it was from me.
He retreated upstairs in silence.
The moment he plugged in the USB, the video began.
The first clip showed Mira and me arguing at the office. The surveillance footage made it crystal clear—I hadn't laid a finger on her. She'd thrown herself to the ground.
Then the footage cut to Mira whispering to the twins, handing them a rose-scented spray.
"Help Mommy, and we can get rid of that bitch for good, okay?"
"I'm your real mom. You have to trust me."
Theo hit pause, his hands shaking.
He downed half a glass of ice water, trying to steady himself.
This wasn't the Mira he remembered. How was any of this possible?
As if reading his mind, the video kept playing—showing Mira and her high school friends dragging me into the bathroom.
"I told you—no eating."
"Want food? Try the toilet!"
They shoved a filthy mop in my face.
Next came college—Mira conspiring with classmates to steal my graduation project.
Then, the twins' birthday party. Mira guiding their tiny hands as they electrocuted me.
Theo shot up from his chair.
He needed to see Mira. Now.
But as he reached the stairs, her voice drifted from the kitchen—laughing on the phone.
"Relax, Mom. That bitch isn't coming back. Theo's obsessed with me now."
"Your idea to fake my death and drug her? Genius. Now he blames her for 'stealing' our engagement. Pathetic, right?"
"Men are all the same—they want what they can't have. That's how you keep them hooked."
Theo's blood turned to lava.
All these years, he'd believed I drove Mira away.
But she left willingly? And framed me for it?
Then Mira touched her stomach, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Next time, find me hotter guys. Last time's miscarriage was such a waste—good thing we pinned it on her."
"Or get the one from nine years ago. At least he gave me twins."
"Theo'll never know. This is just to up my chances."
Nine years ago.
The twins.
Were they even his?
Theo's vision blurred as he stared at the USB, then at Mira—the woman he thought he knew.
His world was crumbling.
When the hotel records flashed on screen—Mira checking in with different men nine years ago—something inside him snapped.
"Theo? What are you—"
She pushed open the study door just as the projector froze on her—naked, moaning, wrapped around a stranger.
"Your sister must be working with your competitors! This is beyond messed up!" someone shouted.
Theo remained silent, his eyes glued to the divorce papers. I hadn't asked for a single cent—just a clean break, my signature bold and final.
This wasn't how he'd imagined things playing out.
In his mind, divorce wasn't even an option. I'd loved him unconditionally, accepted the twins for his sake—how could I just walk away without looking back?
Ding-dong.
"Is Theo home? Delivery for him."
Theo took the package, his gut telling him it was from me.
He retreated upstairs in silence.
The moment he plugged in the USB, the video began.
The first clip showed Mira and me arguing at the office. The surveillance footage made it crystal clear—I hadn't laid a finger on her. She'd thrown herself to the ground.
Then the footage cut to Mira whispering to the twins, handing them a rose-scented spray.
"Help Mommy, and we can get rid of that bitch for good, okay?"
"I'm your real mom. You have to trust me."
Theo hit pause, his hands shaking.
He downed half a glass of ice water, trying to steady himself.
This wasn't the Mira he remembered. How was any of this possible?
As if reading his mind, the video kept playing—showing Mira and her high school friends dragging me into the bathroom.
"I told you—no eating."
"Want food? Try the toilet!"
They shoved a filthy mop in my face.
Next came college—Mira conspiring with classmates to steal my graduation project.
Then, the twins' birthday party. Mira guiding their tiny hands as they electrocuted me.
Theo shot up from his chair.
He needed to see Mira. Now.
But as he reached the stairs, her voice drifted from the kitchen—laughing on the phone.
"Relax, Mom. That bitch isn't coming back. Theo's obsessed with me now."
"Your idea to fake my death and drug her? Genius. Now he blames her for 'stealing' our engagement. Pathetic, right?"
"Men are all the same—they want what they can't have. That's how you keep them hooked."
Theo's blood turned to lava.
All these years, he'd believed I drove Mira away.
But she left willingly? And framed me for it?
Then Mira touched her stomach, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Next time, find me hotter guys. Last time's miscarriage was such a waste—good thing we pinned it on her."
"Or get the one from nine years ago. At least he gave me twins."
"Theo'll never know. This is just to up my chances."
Nine years ago.
The twins.
Were they even his?
Theo's vision blurred as he stared at the USB, then at Mira—the woman he thought he knew.
His world was crumbling.
When the hotel records flashed on screen—Mira checking in with different men nine years ago—something inside him snapped.
"Theo? What are you—"
She pushed open the study door just as the projector froze on her—naked, moaning, wrapped around a stranger.
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