The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 168

The Gift of Truth

ELIJAH’S POV:

As soon as she stood up fully, I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly.

She melted into me immediately, her face pressing into my chest, her fingers gripping my shirt like she would drown if she let go.

“I have so many questions,” she whispered against my chest. “So many things I wish I could ask them. So many things I wish I knew.”

“I know,” I whispered back, rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back. “But Hannah, you’re not alone in this. Not now. Not ever. I’m here. The kids are here. And there are other people who knew your parents who want to meet you.”

After a long moment of just holding each other, I pulled back slightly and looked down at her tear-stained face.

“I have something else to show you,” I said gently.

She blinked up at me, confused, still wiping tears from her reddened cheeks with the back of her hand.

“Another surprise?” Her voice cracked slightly, but a small, weak smile appeared on her face. “You’re full of surprises today.”

“Yes,” I said, taking her hand again and interlacing our fingers. “There’s someone who really wants to meet you. Someone who’s been waiting a very long time.”

We walked back toward the car slowly, and Hannah didn’t ask any questions. She seemed to understand that I wanted this to be a surprise, something special.

We drove for about twenty minutes to a beautiful residential area with large, elegant homes set back from the road. When we pulled up to a particularly lovely mansion with a wraparound porch and gardens full of flowers, Hannah looked at me with complete confusion.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” I said, helping her out of the car.

“You…” she whispered, tears now streaming freely down her face. “You look exactly like Mirada. Exactly like her. It’s like seeing my sister again. Oh my goodness, this is not real. This can’t be happening.”

Hannah’s mouth fell open slightly. Fresh tears immediately returned to her eyes. I could feel both anxiety and excitement running through her like electricity.

“I… are you…?” Hannah couldn’t even finish the question.

“I’m her sister,” the woman said, crying openly now. “Your mother’s younger sister. My name is Adele Kensington-Morrison. And you’re my niece. My beautiful niece who we thought was dead.”

That was all it took.

Hannah rushed forward into the woman’s arms without any hesitation, and Adele caught her, hugging her tightly, desperately, like she’d been waiting her entire life for exactly this moment.

“Oh sweetheart,” Adele sobbed, one hand coming up to pet Hannah’s hair tenderly. “We never found you after the accident. We searched for months. Years, actually. We wanted closure, wanted to at least bury you properly if you had passed. But nobody ever found your body. The authorities assumed you’d been thrown from the car and your remains were lost or destroyed in the fire. But I always felt like something wasn’t right. Something told me you were out there somewhere.”