My best friend is marrying my husband novel Chapter 20

He was on his way abroad for a conference when he casually flipped open a magazine.

On the very first page, he saw that photograph.

Maria wore a tailored suit, looking poised and confident. Beside her stood a gentle, refined man. And between them, the

little girl…

Stephen’s hand began to tremble. It was his daughter. Older now, taller, but those eyes, that smile were exactly the same

as the daughter he remembered.

The magazine slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. Stephen shot to his feet, bolting out of the VIP lounge,

forgetting even to take his luggage.

He was already dialing Ms. Wilson while running through the airport parking lot, then speeding down the freeway, his

fingers shaking so violently he could barely grip the steering wheel.

“Ms. Wilson…” His voice cracked. “Maria… is she… alive?”

Silence filled the other end of the line. At last, the butler’s aged, weary voice broke through.

“Sir… I’m sorry. I lied to you.”

“Where is she? Where’s my daughter?!”

They’re living very well now, sir. Please… don’t-”

Tell me!” Stephen roared. “Ms. Wilson, please… I’m begging you… tell me where they are…”

A long sigh, then an address. Stephen hung up and immediately turned the car toward the coastal town.

But he didn’t go to Maria directly. He chose a more despicable method. He spread a message, claiming Ms. Wilson was

critically ill and desperately wanted to see her one last time.

The car sped down the highway, scenery blurring into streaks of color as Stephen gripped the steering wheel, his palms

drenched in sweat.

When he arrived at the hospital, he stood at the entrance of the inpatient ward, and suddenly found himself unable to

move.

Two years. Over seven hundred days and nights. Nightmares of Maria covered in blood asking why he didn’t believe her.

Nightmares of his daughter crying for him to save her.

And now… they were alive and well. Existing somewhere beyond his reach. His heart pounded with dizzying force, but

beneath it was a fear so intense it hollowed him out.

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How should he face her? What could he possibly say? “Sorry“? “I was wrong“? “I regret everything“?

Stephen leaned against his car door and lit a cigarette. Through the thin curl of smoke, a white SUV pulled up to the

hospital entrance.

The door opened. A familiar figure stepped out.

Maria Johnson. She wore a beige trench coat, her hair loosely pinned up with a few strands falling past her cheeks.

Thinner than before, but her temperament had completely transformed.

Then the driver’s door opened. A man in a light gray sweater stepped out, smiling gently as he walked to the backseat.

He opened the door, and a little girl hopped down, with two ponytails, a pink sweatshirt, denim overalls.

“Slow down.” the man reminded softly as he took her hand.

Stephen’s heart clenched violently. It was his daughter, taller now, livelier.

She looked up and spoke to the man, who crouched down, listening with full attention. Then he smiled, nodded, and

handed her a piece of candy from his pocket.

Maria approached them, brushing her hand over her daughter’s hair. She said something to the man, who nodded and

took the little girl toward the convenience store near the entrance.

Before disappearing inside, he turned back toward Maria, eyes filled with gentle concern.

Maria smiled at him, then turned to enter the inpatient ward.

Stephen extinguished his cigarette and followed. He watched her enter the elevator, watched the doors close at the

seventh floor.

He took the stairs, one heavy step after another, as though dragging himself through a bog.

Seventh floor. Cardiology ward. The hallway was quiet, save for distant keyboard taps from the nurses‘ station.

Stephen saw Maria standing outside room 703. She inhaled deeply and opened the door. He waited a few seconds, then

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