My Maternity Records Belong to Another Woman novel Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

The moment Matthew arrived in Switzerland, he went straight to Evelyn’s apartment.

Thanks to the photos from the private investigator, he had already memorized her daily routine.

She left home every morning at 7, walked twenty minutes to work, picked up an Americano during

lunch from the nearby café, and got off at 6 PM.

Occasionally, she’d make a detour to the grocery store, and stroll leisurely back home, paper bags

in hand.

But photos could only show so much.

Only now, as he stood across the street and saw her in person–wearing a camel–colored coat, hair tousled slightly by the wind–did Matthew’s heart, which had been silent for days, begin to beat

again.

“Evelyn…”

He instinctively took a step forward–then froze in place when he saw the man beside her.

Simon held a grocery bag and was listening to Evelyn speak, his eyes crinkling with warmth behind

his glasses.

When they reached the building entrance, a dry leaf fell on Evelyn’s shoulder. Simon casually brushed it off, his fingers lingering for a moment on her coat.

Evelyn looked up at him and smiled softly.

Matthew’s breath caught. The cigarette between his fingers burned down to the filter, singeing his skin, but he didn’t notice.

It had been so long since he’d seen Evelyn like this.

Back then, she was always quiet and obedient, even her smiles restrained. But now, standing beside

another man,

her expression was open and relaxed–like someone finally freed from invisible

chains.

“Mr. Roscente, do you want to go over?” the driver asked quietly.

Matthew kept his eyes locked on the two figures until they disappeared into the apartment building. Lights lit up floor by floor.

Suddenly, he yanked the car door open. But just as he stepped out, he forced himself to stop.

His assistant’s call came through just then.

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“Mr. Roscente, the paternity test results are in. We also found something about Ms. Hart. I’ve forwarded everything to your email.”

Matthew shut his eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

“Contact the Swiss branch. I want to meet the director of Evelyn’s firm tomorrow.‘

After hanging up, he glanced once more at the window where the light still glowed, then turned and

got back into the car.

His reflection in the window was dark and sharp. His knuckles were pale from how tightly he

clenched his fists.

Back at the hotel suite, the express–delivered DNA report lay quietly on the table. In the conclusion section, the words “biological relationship excluded” felt like a blade stabbing into Matthew’s eyes.

What the assistant uncovered chilled him to the bone.

Lila’s so–called “terminal illness” was fabricated. The men from that staged assault had been paid

to testify falsely. Even Kent’s birth date was three months earlier than the time Lila had claimed to

have conceived.

Matthew’s gaze fell to the computer screen showing Simon’s profile.

Twenty–nine years old, Chinese descent, graduate of a world–renowned tech institute, founder of

an architectural studio that had long collaborated with Evelyn’s company.

“Tell the design firm that Roscente Group wants to invest in their new project,” Matthew ordered,

dialing the Swiss office. His breath was ragged. “But only on one condition–Evelyn has to be our

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