The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 169

Blood Recognizes Blood

ELIJAH’S POV:

She pulled back just enough to cup Hannah’s cheeks in both hands, looking at her face like she was memorizing every detail. Then she leaned forward and kissed Hannah’s forehead.

“And now you’re here,” she whispered. “You’re alive, you’re real and you exist. Oh my darling girl, we don’t even need a DNA test. You’re clearly Mirada’s daughter. You have her eyes, her smile, her spirit. I can see it all over you.

Hannah was crying too hard to speak. She just clung to Adele, her body shaking with the force of her emotions.

I stood back, watching this reunion, and I had to swallow hard against the emotion burning in my own chest. Seeing Hannah being held like this, truly held by someone who loved her by blood, by someone who had mourned her loss… it felt like I was giving her back a missing piece of her soul.

After several long minutes of crying and holding each other, Adele finally pulled back slightly. She wiped Hannah’s cheeks tenderly with her thumbs.

“Come inside, please,” she whispered. “Both of you. I have so much to show you, Hannah. So much to tell you about your parents.”

Adele’s home was warm and beautifully decorated, filled with soft, welcoming colors and framed paintings on every wall. She led us to a cozy living room with comfortable furniture and large windows that let in natural light.

She disappeared for a moment, then returned carrying a large, old photo album. The cover was worn and faded, the corners softened by years of being handled with love.

“This,” she said, setting it carefully on the coffee table and sitting down beside Hannah on the couch, “was your mother’s favorite album. She made it herself, actually. She loved photography and scrapbooking.”

She opened it carefully, and I watched Hannah’s face as she saw the first page.

It showed a younger Mirada, probably in her early twenties, smiling radiantly at the camera. She was holding a huge bouquet of sunflowers, the same flowers Hannah had just placed on her grave. Her dark curls were loose around her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with joy. And she had the exact same smile that Hannah had.

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