Married to a Billionaire Stranger
Chapter 22: The Woman Who Wasn't Dead
The knock at the door came at 7:43 a.m.
Ella wasn't expecting anyone. Neither was Xavier.
She answered the door barefoot, wearing one of his shirts.
And came face to face with a nurse.
From Cypress Grove Medical Facility.
"Ella Carter?" the woman asked gently, holding a clipboard tight to her chest.
Ella's heart stalled.
"Yes…"
"There's been a recent change in your mother's condition. She's awake."
The world tilted.
"I—I think you have the wrong person. My mother's dead."
The nurse shook her head.
"No, Miss Carter. Your mother has been in our long-term care unit under a different name for the past six years. She was admitted under special protective order."
Ella backed up, trembling. "This… can't be."
Xavier stepped into the hall behind her, immediately picking up on the tension.
"What's going on?"
The nurse's voice softened. "Your wife's mother—Katherine Carter—is alive."
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Thirty minutes later, they were in the car.
Xavier didn't ask questions right away. He knew better than to push. Ella sat in stunned silence, her hands cold, heart slamming against her ribs.
"How could she have been alive all this time?" she finally whispered. "Why wouldn't she come find me?"
"I don't know," Xavier said. "But we're going to find out."
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Cypress Grove sat on the outskirts of the city, a quiet facility surrounded by tall pines and gated fences. Clean. Clinical. Almost too perfect.
They were met at the front desk by a woman in her fifties with kind eyes and a tight jaw.
"She was admitted under the name Claire Benson," the nurse explained. "Private file. No visitors. No contact. Her records were sealed by a man named Charles King."
Ella's stomach dropped.
"Your father," she said to Xavier.
He nodded grimly.
"He knew."
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They followed the nurse through two sets of double doors, then down a quiet corridor that smelled faintly of antiseptic and pine cleaner.
And then they stopped at a room.
Room 219.
The door opened slowly.
And there — lying in a hospital bed by the window, her hair thinner and streaked with gray, her eyes closed but face unmistakably familiar — was Katherine Carter.
Ella stood frozen in the doorway.
She couldn't breathe.
Her mother looked… older. Frailer. But alive.
A nurse touched her shoulder. "She woke up yesterday. First time in years. She's still groggy but… she asked for you."
Ella took one step forward.
Then another.
And then her mother's eyes fluttered open.
They were the same soft brown Ella remembered.
"…Ella?" her voice rasped, dry and weak.
Ella's hands flew to her mouth.
Tears sprang to her eyes.
"Mama?" she whispered.
Katherine reached for her weakly. "They told me you were safe. That you were far away from him."
"Who?" Ella choked.
Her mother's eyes filled with tears.
"Anthony. I tried to run. But Charles… he found me first."
Behind her, Xavier stiffened.
Katherine looked up at him.
Her voice dropped.
"He's one of them, isn't he?"
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Ella reached for her mother's hand.
Trembling. Warm. Real.
"I thought you were dead," she whispered.
"I wanted you to think that," Katherine said, crying now. "It was the only way to keep you safe."
"From who?"
"From all of them."
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The machines beeped softly in the background as truth filled the room like smoke.
Xavier stepped closer. "Did Anthony hurt you?"
Katherine nodded, weakly. "He said… you were his legacy. That I couldn't take you away. But I knew what he did to people. I ran. And when I tried to go public, your father had me committed. Paid for silence. For years."
Ella could barely speak.
All this time…
All these lies…
"I married into the family that locked you away," she whispered.
Katherine squeezed her hand. "You married a man who just brought you here. That means something."
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But outside that quiet room, down the hallway — a tall man in a dark coat waited by the exit.
He watched the door to 219.
Pulled out a phone.
And dialed.
> "She's awake. And the girl knows."
"What do we do?"
Pause.
"Then it's time to remind Xavier King that not all ghosts stay buried."