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CHAPTER 26

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We ran. The few blocks back to the foundation stretched into a nightmare marathon. The scent hit us first—acrid and wrong, a vile perfume of burned plastic and wet, charred wood that had no place in our world of tempera paint and clay.

The street was a chaotic tableau of flashing red lights. A fire engine was parked at a haphazard angle, its hoses snaking across the pavement like dead serpents. A crowd had gathered, their faces painted in the lurid glow. And at the center of it all was our beautiful, broken sanctuary.

The front door was a blackened, splintered maw. Smoke stains crawled up the bright yellow facade we’d painted just last month, like ugly, spreading bruises. Firefighters moved in and out with a grim, efficient purpose.

“No,” I whispered, the word a puff of smoke in the cold air. Arthur’s hand was a vice around mine, the only thing holding me upright.

Maya’s mother, Lena, broke from the crowd and rushed toward us, her face streaked with tears. “Gwen! Arthur! Thank God you
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    A new voice, synthesized and genderless, echoed from a hidden speaker, bouncing off the corrugated walls so it seemed to come from everywhere at once. “Correction, Arthur. You have already lost. The game is over. This is merely the cleanup.”Lorenzo spun, firing two shots wildly into the shadows where the voice seemed to originate. The bullets sparked against concrete, accomplishing nothing but highlighting his panic.“The terms have changed,” the voice continued, utterly unfazed. “There is only one way out of this warehouse alive. A test. A final judgment.”The magnet suddenly stopped its swing, hanging motionless directly above the center of the room. The hum intensified. The air crackled with static.“Gwendolyn Gonzalez,” the voice boomed. “You have built a legacy on a foundation of secrets and a single, justifiable act of violence. You have spent a lifetime protecting your family.”A section of the floor, about ten feet square, began to descend with a hydraulic hiss, creating a pi

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 69

    The shrill, digital beeping was a frantic heartbeat in the dead silence of the warehouse. 00:00:05.Lorenzo’s cool composure shattered. "You lying bitch!" he roared, lunging not at us, but at Isabella, his hand snapping out to grip her arm. "A double-cross? After everything we gave you!""I swear, I don't know what that is!" Isabella shot back, her own mask of control crumbling into genuine, wide-eyed panic. She tried to pull away, her gaze darting between the timer and Lorenzo's enraged face. "Why would I sabotage this?"00:00:04.The unified front of our enemies had fractured in an instant. They were as trapped and terrified as we were.Arthur didn't waste a second. While their attention was divided, he scrambled forward, his surgeon's hands frantically working at the ropes binding Chloe to the chair. The gag came first. "It's okay, sweetheart, it's okay," he murmured, his voice a desperate mantra.00:00:03."Gwen, the ropes!" he yelled, his fingers struggling with the tight knots.

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 68

    The weight of Lorenzo’s ultimatum crushed the air from my lungs. Confess. Destroy my name, my life’s work, the foundation that was my mother’s living legacy. Or condemn my granddaughter.Arthur was on his knees, a broken man. “Gwen, no,” he rasped, his voice raw. “We’ll find another way. We have to.”“There is no other way,” Isabella said, her voice cold and final. Her hand still rested on Chloe’s shoulder, a constant, terrible reminder of the stakes. “This is the price of your peace. This is the bill, finally come due.”My mind, usually a courtroom of competing arguments, was silent. There was no legal precedent for this, no clever strategy. This was a raw, brutal equation: my soul for Chloe’s life.I looked at the foundation of the monster they had built in Isabella. Not just Esposito vengeance, but a daughter’s rage, weaponized and aimed at the heart of the family that had, in her eyes, replaced her. She didn’t just want us hurt; she wanted us erased.“The trackers,” I thought, a d

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 67

    The voice from the shadows held a casual, almost bored authority that was more terrifying than any shout. It was the man from the phone, the architect of this nightmare. But my eyes weren't on the darkness behind us. They were locked on Isabella.That flicker in her gaze—it wasn't just complicity. It was ownership. The way she stood, the slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her chin as the man spoke… she wasn't just following orders. She was giving them."Chloe, baby, it's going to be okay," Arthur whispered, his voice thick with a desperate, futile reassurance. He took a step forward, his hands raised.Isabella moved with fluid, startling speed. She didn't pull a gun. She simply placed a hand on Chloe's small shoulder, her long, manicured fingers resting there with a possessive weight that made my blood run cold. Chloe flinched, a muffled sob escaping the gag."That's far enough, Arthur," Isabella said, her voice echoing softly in the cavernous space. "We wouldn't want anyone to get

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 66

    The clock on the mantelpiece ticked, each second a hammer blow against the fragile shell of our composure. Ten o’clock. Pier 7. The words echoed in the silent, tense room, a death sentence wrapped in a taunt.“You can’t go,” Michael repeated, his voice low and urgent. He stood between us and the door, not as an employee, but as a friend, a fortress. “It’s a kill box. No cover, multiple entry points, surrounded by water on three sides. I’ve seen the schematics. You’ll be walking into a slaughter.”Arthur paced, a caged animal fueled by paternal terror. “And if we don’t? What happens to Chloe, Michael? Hmm? Do we get another picture? A finger in a box?” His voice broke. “I will not let my granddaughter pay for my sins.”“We don’t even know if they have her!” I interjected, my mind racing, scrambling for any alternative, any leverage. “The school is on lockdown. Michael’s team is there. This could all be a bluff, a psychological play to force us into the open.”“A bluff?” Arthur whirled

  • FORSAKEN WIFE, NOW A BILLIONAIRE'S GREATEST REGRET   CHAPTER 65

    The silence in the living room was absolute, broken only by the frantic hammering of my own heart. The grainy, silent image of Isabella’s lips forming those three damning words—It is done—was burned onto the back of my eyelids.Arthur made a sound, a low, wounded animal groan. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking. This wasn't just a threat anymore; it was a personal, intimate betrayal. The daughter he had just begun to mourn and celebrate in the same shattered breath was a viper we had invited to our table.I stood up, my body moving on autopilot, the adrenaline sharpening my focus to a fine point. "Michael!" I called out, my voice cutting through the heavy air.He appeared from the hallway. "The sweep is in progress, Mrs. Gonzalez. Nothing so far.""It doesn't matter," I said, shoving my phone into his hands, the video still frozen on Isabella's cold, triumphant face. "She's part of it. This was a setup from the beginning."Michael's eyes scanned the video, his profe

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