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**Chapter Twenty-Eight**
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2026-08-26 16:22:53
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THE WIFE THEY BURIED **Chapter Twenty-Eight**
**Sam's POV”* “Let go of me." The guard's grip on my arm loosened the moment we cleared the secure room, and I pulled free of it entirely before we reached the corridor, needing at least that much control back over my own body. One clear second earlier, I'd had the barrel turned on Adrian instead of the man tied to that chair. The gun had felt lighter in that direction than it had toward either prisoner, like some old, buried part of me had been waiting weeks for exactly that alignment. The urge to pull the trigger sat in my blood the same way anger did, but I couldn't do it, and I still wasn't entirely sure which part of me had made that decision, the part that needed my father found, or the part that was simply too much of a coward to finish what I'd started. Why had he handed me that gun? He let me walk out of that room untouched the second I refused. None of it added up into anything I could trust as an answer. And the man Rachel had actually died because of? He was st
THE WIFE THEY BURIED **Chapter Twenty-Seven: Kill him, Sam**
**Adrian's POV** She was sitting where I'd instructed Theo to keep her, her wrist was raw at the edge of the cuff, spine straight despite everything the last few hours had put her through. I crossed the room slowly, watching the way her eyes tracked every step without her head actually turning to follow me. Her hair had come loose from whatever style the maids had pinned it into that morning, dark strands falling loose around her face, still faintly damp at the ends from the rain. Her eyes found mine and held there, steady, dark enough in this light that I couldn't tell where the color ended and the pupil began. The slit in her gown had shifted where she'd been sitting, baring most of her leg, from the knee up to her thigh, my gaze dropped there before I could stop myself, then back up, slower than I meant to allow. She sat there matching my patience with hers, which told me more about her than a hundred questions would have. "You've got an hour left, Mrs. Samantha Dela Cruz
THE WIFE THEY BURIED **Chapter Twenty-Six: An hour left**
**Sam's POV** The man’s hand closed around my arm and yanked me backward, as he pulled out a gun and fired it into the air. The sound cracked across the cemetery, loud and sharp enough that it seemed to swallow every other sound in the world for a second. I gasped as he pulled me against him, the gun pressed cold against the side of my head a second later. My heart stopped somewhere behind my ribs. My legs became weak enough that I wasn't sure they'd hold me if I tried to run, and I didn't even know which direction I'd run in if I could. "Stay back," he growled, his voice rough and low right at my ear, "or I put a bullet through her skull." The smell of gunpowder tangled with something else, faint and familiar — Adrian's cologne, still clinging to me from earlier, from his hands at my back that morning. My pulse hammered so hard it actually hurt, a dull throb behind my eyes keeping time with it. I tried to duck my head lower, trembling, as I watched Adrian's eyes cut past
THE WIFE THEY BURIED **Chapter Twenty-Five**
**Sam's POV** The white dress made me feel like a target under the thinning light, as I moved down the gravel path, searching for a white headstone, but there wasn't one. Only grey slabs, black marble, the occasional pale granite worn soft by years of rain. Every name I passed belonged to someone I didn't know, and none of the stones were the color the note had promised me. Suddenly Diego's name surfaced in my mind before I could stop it. What if he had found out who I was, and this was his way of dragging me back into whatever I thought I'd escaped from. The hem of the dress dragged through wet grass, soaking through at the edges as I kept walking. The air smelled like wet sand and the faint sweet rot of old flowers left too long in the sun. Something pale caught my eye near the boundary wall, low against a grave I had just noticed. A white paper, weighted down by a single lily. I crouched down, my dress pooling around my knees, and picked it up. A photograph, I turned it aro
THE WIFE THEY BURIED **Chapter Twenty-Four: White headstone**
*Sam's POV* Sleep had taken me somewhere I hadn't agreed to go. One moment was been sitting on the cold stone bench in the garden, arms wrapped around myself, too afraid to walk back into the room I was expected to share with him. And the next thing, it's morning again, the light spilled across the grass, a heavy blanket draped over my shoulders, a cup of coffee sitting on the low table beside me, still faintly warm at the edges. Someone had found me in the dark and cared for me while I was asleep. The blanket slid down my arms as I sat up. Cold air bit at my throat, sharp and clean, as my body ached from the angle I'd slept in, though the fear that had kept me out here all night sat even heavier now that the sun had caught up to it. Some movements near the house suddenly pulled my eyes toward the side stairs — two maids climbing them fast, one with a long garment bag draped over both arms, the other carrying a pair of shoes by their heels. They vanished through the door tha
THE WIFE THEY BURIED **Chapter Twenty-Three: White Lilies**
*Sam's POV* "No." The word left my mouth before I could stop it, before I'd even finished deciding I meant it. He went completely still, and the air in the room seemed to tighten around both of us, pulled taut like something about to snap. "What did you just say?" he asked, each word set down deliberately, like giving me one chance to take it back. I forced my chin higher even though my pulse was hammering against my throat. "I reject it. I… don't… want anything to do with a man whose hands are that dirty. And I will not fake intimacy with you. Not more of it. Not any of it." "Brave of you," he said, low, testing the word as if he wasn't sure yet whether it was a compliment or a warning. I swallowed hard, my fear sitting sharp under my ribs, but I refused to look away from him. "I have rights in this arrangement," I said, steadier now. "So no. I will not stand beside you smiling like some devoted wife while everyone watches." He stepped closer, and the space between us shrank
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