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The First Crack

Author: E_Mar
last update publish date: 2026-08-20 21:55:35

Chapter 23

Sara

Three years ago

The first thing I learned about being married to Damian Blackwood was that a person could live in the same house as someone and still feel completely alone.

Our marriage had barely begun, yet I already knew his routine better than he knew mine. He left early. He came home late. Sometimes he didn’t come home at all.

And when he did, there was always an excuse. A board meeting. A business dinner. A flight he hadn’t mentioned.

Another problem at Blackwood I
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    Chapter 23 SaraThree years agoThe first thing I learned about being married to Damian Blackwood was that a person could live in the same house as someone and still feel completely alone.Our marriage had barely begun, yet I already knew his routine better than he knew mine. He left early. He came home late. Sometimes he didn’t come home at all.And when he did, there was always an excuse. A board meeting. A business dinner. A flight he hadn’t mentioned.Another problem at Blackwood Industries that apparently couldn’t wait until morning. I had stopped asking when he’d be home. I simply waited.That afternoon, I sat at the dining table with a cup of tea growing cold between my hands.The dinner Olga had prepared was untouched.Again.I picked up my phone and stared at Izzy’s name before finally calling.She answered on the fourth ring. “Tell me you’re not waiting for him again.”I frowned.“How did you know?”“Because you sound miserable.”“I’m not miserable.”“Sara.”I sighe

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    Chapter 22 DamianThe police station was already surrounded by reporters when I walked out of the interrogation room. My lawyers were beside me.Behind us, two detectives remained inside with the evidence they had apparently found in my house. My house. The words still irritated me.They had searched it while I was at the funeral. Every private space of my home. And conveniently, they had found exactly what they needed.A document connecting me to a payment made to a private intermediary that supposedly looked like I’d hired someone to deal with Victor.My lawyer had torn the evidence apart within minutes. Something about it being inadmissible with how the police invaded my home without a warrant.“There is no direct connection between that payment and the murder,” he had told the detectives. “And there is certainly nothing proving Mr. Blackwood ordered a killing.”The detective had pushed photographs across the table.“Victor Blackwood didn’t die at his house. The autopsy revealed h

  • The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned   The Night Everything Changed

    Chapter Twenty One Sara That Night. The party had been loud enough to make my head ache. I had spent the whole day going from firing some of the assholes at Damian’s company, then I went and sprayed his car, pink I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees it, now here I was dancing with strangers, in a private section at this club. Eventually, I excused myself and headed toward the bathroom. I washed my hands and stared at my reflection. My eyes were already glassy. I took a deep breath. I needed to go home. I opened the bathroom door and froze. Victor stood outside. His lips curved into a slow smile. “Hello, Sara.” My blood ran cold. “What are you doing here?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he glanced toward the end of the hallway. I followed his gaze. One of Damian’s guards stood there. Victor walked toward him. “Cut the cameras covering this area.” The guard hesitated and Victor pulled something from his pocket and handed it to him. “Now.” The guard nodded and

  • The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned   Checkmate

    Chapter Twenty Damian The last funeral I attended was Sara’s. I hadn’t expected this one to feel so much like it. The procession moved slowly across the cemetery, black cars lining the road as Victor’s coffin was carried toward the waiting grave. People had come from everywhere. Business associates. Family. Politicians. People who had spent years pretending to like Victor. My eyes moved through the crowd. Alexander stood near the front. His nose was still bruised from the party. He caught me looking at him but quickly looked away. Serves him right, I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. He had the audacity to touch my wife against her wish, I was still seeing red from that night. My gaze moved again and stopped. Sara. She stood across the cemetery, dressed in black, sunglasses in place, her expression unreadable. My chest tightened. Last night’s memory came back without permission. Her hands on me. Her breathy moans. She matched me in every single way last night. I n

  • The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned   The Trap

    Chapter NineteenSaraThe silence inside the Maybach was suffocating. Damian hadn’t said a single word since we left the gala, but his fury filled the entire car. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, his sharp profile cast in the cold glow of the dashboard lights.I couldn’t stand the silence anymore.”You started it.”His eyes remained on the road.“Oh, I did?”“Yes. Why didn’t you tell me you once dated Olivia, you left me completely blindsided and I had to get even.”“Even.” He laughed. “Even? Do you even know who that was? It was Victor’s son.”“Victor had a son?”“Yes with his ex wife, Elizabeth and Olivia was my ex girlfriend of two years, who cheated on me with Victor so I was trying to get information from her.”Wow.“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner but I told you to trust me, that’s right you don’t trust me anymore.”“Exactly.”I looked out the window, pretending to be bored, but my heart was hammering against my ribs. Other t

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    Chapter EighteenSaraI still didn’t understand why Damian had brought me here. One minute, I had been at home trying to pretend the stolen journal sitting in my room wasn’t driving me insane. The next, Damian had appeared with an invitation to some party and asked if I wanted to go with him.He didn’t give me much but somehow, I’d agreed. I had a feeling, this party was related to the Victor case, after all, Damian didn’t do things without reason.The ballroom glittered around us.Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Champagne flowed between tables. A string quartet played from a raised platform while people drifted across the marble floor.I looked down at my dress.Black.Fitted.Elegant enough to make a statement without looking like I’d tried too hard.I hadn’t expected his reaction when he’d seen me. He’d stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Actually stopped.His eyes had traveled slowly over me before settling on my face.“You look beautiful.”

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