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The Betrayal Begins
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2026-06-30 22:05:59
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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Serena’s Goodbye
Serena’s POV I sat on the thin mattress long after the guard locked the door behind me. The visitation room still clung to my skin like a second jumpsuit. Lauren’s face. The way she looked at me without flinching. The way she said the words that should have felt like a gift and instead felt like the final nail.'I forgive you. Not for you. For me.'I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes until colors burst behind them. It didn’t stop the shaking. Nothing did.“Fuck,” I whispered to the empty cell. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”The fluorescent light above the sink hummed like it was mocking me. I got up anyway. My legs felt like someone else’s. I walked the six steps from bed to wall and back again, counting under my breath. One. Two. Three. Four. Stop. Start over.They’d given me paper and a blunt pencil after the lawyer’s last visit. “For correspondence,” the woman had said, like it was a privilege. I pulled the stack out from under the mattress where I’d hidden it. Three sheets. That
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Last Visit
Lauren's POV I almost didn't go.I stood outside the county correctional facility for a full five minutes before I made myself walk through the front doors, my ID already sweaty in my hand from how tight I'd been gripping it in the car. Julian had offered to come with me. I'd told him no. Some things you have to do without the person who'd happily put a bullet in the other party if she so much as raised her voice at you.The visitation room was exactly what I expected. Walls painted a very depressing gray. A row of small tables bolted to the floor, each with two plastic chairs facing each other, close enough to talk and far enough that a guard standing by the door could see both your hands at all times.They brought Serena out ten minutes after I sat down.She looked smaller than I remembered. Not physically, she was still Serena, still had my exact face staring back at me like a mirror, but something in the way she held herself had changed. The designer posture was gone. She shuffle
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Serena Alone
Serena’s POVThe holding cell smelled like bleach and rusted metal, and the fluorescent light overhead was so fucking bright, my head throbbed badly. I sat on the edge of the cell with my wrists still raw from the cuffs, staring at the small TV bolted into the corner of the precinct's waiting area, visible through the bars if I leaned forward enough.They hadn't turned the sound off yet. And I heard it before I saw it."–confirmed dead at the scene, following what officials are calling a private confrontation connected to months of organized crime activity across the Seattle metro area. Vivian Moreau, believed to be one of the most powerful crime figures on the West Coast, was pronounced dead–"I sat up so fast I got a whiplash.The footage cut to a photo of her. Vivian, looking poised and untouchable, the same face that had looked at me across the room hundred times, like I was a piece of gum stuck under her shoe. She was dead. The word didn't want to fit in my head, even watching he
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The End of Vivian
Julian’s POV Vivian's hand moved. One second her arms were folded, the next her fingers were diving into her coat, and I already knew what she was reaching for because I'd seen that exact motion a hundred times in my life.Without thinking twice or hesitating, I fired.The shot echoed through the cathedral like the building itself would split open. Birds I hadn't even noticed roosting in the rafters exploded upward, screeching, their wings hammering against stone. Lauren flinched beside me, her hand flying to her mouth. She also hadn't expected me to fire at that point.Vivian staggered back into the altar, her hidden pistol clattering out of her coat and skidding across broken tile. She hadn't gotten close. She never had a chance against me. She thought I would hesitate before shooting her because I wanted to be careful.Her hand went to her stomach. When she pulled it away, her palm was dark red and glistening under the moonlight bleeding through the roof."Julian–" Lauren's voice
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Judgement
Lauren's POVThe wind was still hitting the broken window when Vivian's hand stopped, hovering an inch from whatever she'd been reaching for inside her coat.She didn't pull it out. She just... stood there, watching me, like she was recalculating something."You're not going to ask why I asked to meet," she said slowly. "That's interesting.""I don't care why you asked to meet." My voice came out steadier than I actually felt. My heart was slamming against my chest so hard I was sure she could hear it over the wind. "But I need you to start talking, instead whatever it is you think you're doing.""Careful, Lauren." Her lips curved. "You've gotten bold.""I've gotten tired. You talk too much, Vivian."That made her laugh, it was a humorless sound that bounced off the cracked walls. She let her hand drop from her coat and folded her arms instead, and something in my chest loosened a fraction. Not fully. Just enough to breathe."Say what you came to say," Julian said. He hadn't moved fr
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Queen Without a Kingdom
Vivian's POVThe cathedral had been abandoned for thirty years, and it still smelled like incense. I liked that about it. Fitting, in a way, for this conversation I was about to have.I heard them before I saw them. Careful and rhythmic footsteps against the floor. Julian came in first, through the broken doors, yhen Lauren a step behind him, her eyes sweeping the whole place like she expected an ambush.She wasn't wrong to expect one. She just wouldn't find it."No men," Julian said, scanning behind the pillars. "No guards. No trap.""I told you I wanted to talk." I stepped out from behind the altar, I spread my hands open at my sides, empty and unarmed. "Just you and me, Julian. I meant it.""And me," Lauren said, her eyes trained on me."And you." I let my eyes settle on her, "Fitting, actually. You should hear this too.""Hear what?" Julian's voice had gone flat, like he was losing his patience. "You called this meeting, Vivian. Talk.""I will." I walked to the edge of the broken
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Turn Between Fire and Safety
Lauren’s POV The rain started before I even reached Silas's building.Seattle didn't do light drizzles. It came down hard and heavy, soaking through my jacket before I'd made it half a block from where I'd parked. I'd told Julian I needed air. Just air. He'd looked at me the way he always did lat
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Test
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO LAUREN’S POV I yanked my shirt up from the floor with shaking hands and glared at Julian through the mess he had made of me. “You disgusting bastard.” He set the gun down on the desk like it was nothing. “I’ve been called worse,” he said. “By people still alive?” Hi
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Muzzle Between Us
CHAPTER THIRTYLAUREN’S POVThe car ride to Julian’s headquarters felt like a trap closing in slow motion. I sat in the passenger seat of his black SUV, fingers twisting the hem of the black pencil skirt Nancy had laid out for me this morning. Julian hadn’t said much since breakfast, just that one
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Casino Secret
CHAPTER FOUR LAUREN’S POV When I finally gathered the courage to unlock the bathroom door and step back into the bedroom, it was completely empty. Julian had left. I let out a massive sigh of relief. My shoulders dropped, and my shaking hands finally went still. I crawled into the massive, empty
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