Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 303: Father?

Melanie stood frozen, staring at Adam as the weight of his words settled around her. She had seen her father and then had a panic attack? How was that possible?

Her brow furrowed and she tried to picture that day trying to recall who she might have crossed paths with that could have been her father? The elevator had been empty and any other memory remained hazy. Nothing specific came to mind. No face. No voice.

She looked at Adam, hoping he would be able tell her more. But he only returned her gaze silently, letting her reach it on her own.

She sent him an accusing look," Why do you have to make me feel like a detective? Just tell me everything directly."

Adam shrugged,"Because your subconscious mind can give you better answers."

Melanie thought hard as she began voice, "That day... I had gone to see Marianne Thomas. For the refurbishment consult and then I had the panic attack.."

Adam nodded once, but still said nothing.

"I remember that part. But I did not meet anyone new on that day. Just Marianne and then in the elevator I stared to feel sick... " Melanie paused, thinking hard as she tried to think whom she could have met. ’Could it be that she had spotted her father somewhere before that?’

She closed her eyes for a moment, pressing her fingers into her temple and sighed "But the full-blown panic... it came later. After I left the building. I remember that now. I got to the front doors and that’s when I couldn’t breathe anymore."

Her voice faltered as she shook her head. "But I didn’t meet any man that day. It was just Marianne. I walked in, we spoke for a bit- But no-wait..."

She stopped.

A stillness came over her.

"No," she said again in a low voice. "I did meet someone."

Adam didn’t move and she knew that she was close now.

"Mr Thomas," she whispered. "Marianne’s husband. He had just said returned when I was leaving. I said something like he hadn’t changed much. I’d meant to refer to his photos but he’d had an odd look on his face for a few moments."

She looked at Adam for confirmation and when he nodded, Melanie fell into the chair behind her as the implications slowly sank in. Slowly, as if in a haze, she said, "So that means Marianne is my mother?"

Adam nodded slowly. "Hmm."

Melanie sat down slowly, barely noticing the chair behind her until she felt its edges press into her legs and thought back to the first time she had met Marianne at the club. The older woman had come across as being overly curious about her... keeping on questioning her... it had made her cautious and that is why she had hurriedly escaped.

But the woman had found her from their passing conversation and so their second time had been at her own store. Marianne had come in alone. Said she was browsing. But she’d lingered. And she remembered how curious she had been even then.. Asking questions and even talking about wanting to invest in the store... But when she had offered to take her to the professionals, Marianne had stubbornly refused, insisting that she wanted only her opinion.

But Melanie had finally concluded that maybe this was the woman’s personality and though it had felt awkward, Melanie had agreed to going to her house. Marianne Thomas had seemed overly pleased at that.

Then, finally, they’d had the meeting at Marianne’s home for the refurbishment consult. That was the day of the panic attack.

Marianne had been warm. Overly so. Too many smiles. Too much interest in things that didn’t require it. She’d insisted on walking her around the house and had almost been overeager to share.And then when she was leaving, Marianne had almost caught her hand and stopped her from escaping before pulling her hand back.

Her hand had hovered near Melanie’s arm for a second before she pulled it back, like she’d thought better of it.

At the time, Melanie had just wanted to leave and that was why after that, she had avoided Marianne’s requests and pushed the rest of the plans on her assistant.

And then Mr. Thomas.

He’d appeared just as she was leaving. She’d made a passing comment- "you haven’t changed much", thinking of the photos on the shelf. He’d looked surprised. For a second, hopeful. Then quiet. He’d said nothing, just nodded like he didn’t trust himself to speak.

She hadn’t thought twice about it then. But now it felt different.

Her eyes flicked to Adam.

They’d known she was their biological daughter. Which is why they had been trying so hard to connect to her...

But even though she knew her own conclusions, she didn’t say them out loud. But she could feel it. Marianne. Her husband. They both knew exactly who she was. The looks, the hesitations, the tension-it all added up.

They had recognised her.

"How did they recognise me?’" She asked slowly looking at Adam with a face full of questions. "Adam. Can you just tell me everything once and for all?"

Adam sighed and caught her hands in his and answered, "You...look like their daughter." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Melanie frowned at that. " I look like their daughter? What kind of a reasoning is that? I don’t look anywhere like my younger self. So how could they have recognised me."

Adam sighed and dropped another fact bomb on his wife, "I meant you look exactly like their younger daughter...your little sister."

" I have a sister too?" Melanie asked in confusion and then another light bulb went off in her head.

"Melody Thomas."

Adam nodded and explained, " Actually Miss Melody is the one who approached me a couple of days ago. It seems she had mentioned your resemblance to her mother who became suspicious and came here. The Thomas’ want to meet you but they seem to be worried that you have been influenced against them by your grandmother. So, Miss Melody has approached me on their behalf to help mediate or smooth over things."

Melanie frowned at that and asked, " What did you tell them?"

Adam pulled her from the chair, needing to hold her so that she would not feel as if she was alone in this and answered softly as he hugged her to himself, "Nothing yet... I want to know what you think and want. You, my sweet little Melon are my priority.if you want to see them, then I will arrange a place where you are comfortable. If not, then they can keep waiting forever for all I care."

Melanie nodded slowly, thankful for Adam. For now, she had no answer to give them.

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