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Chapter 134: A Reason for Hope
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The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 134: A Reason for Hope
[Alice’s POV]Toby was lying on a narrow cot in the center of the room. He looked smaller than he had in the photos, frailer, his body curled inward as if trying to protect itself from an invisible attacker.His mother, a woman named Elena, sat beside him, her hands knotted together in her lap so tightly her knuckles were white. She didn't look up when Endall and I entered. She just stared at her son, her eyes rimmed with red, praying to a god she wasn't sure was listening.The air in the room was thick, suffocating. It felt like the moments before a storm, where the pressure drops and the world holds its breath.I set the metal case on the table and popped the latches. The sound echoed like a gunshot. Inside, nestled in the foam, sat the vial of R4310. It glowed faintly in the dim light, a silent promise."Is it... is it ready?" Elena whispered, finally looking at me. Her voice was scraped raw."It's ready," I said. My voice sounded strange to my own ears — calm, detached. Profession
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 133: Dancing to Another Tune
[Adam’s POV]"You’re brooding again," Marie teased, though there was a sharp edge to her voice. "You look like you’re at a funeral, not a celebration. Look Adam, people are watching.""Let them watch," I said, the words low and rough.She frowned briefly at me before plastering a delighted smile on her face, as if I had said something witty and charming. Then she pouted prettily, a calculated expression designed to make men feel guilty. "Come on. Don't be like this. The orchestra is starting a waltz. Dance with me, my love."It wasn't a playful request. It was a command."I don't really feel like —" I started."Adam," she cut me off, her voice dropping to a whisper, her smile fixed. "My father is watching us. Don't make a scene."I looked past her, toward the edge of the ballroom where her father stood, a glass of wine in hand, his eyes cold and assessing. He owned me. He knew it. I knew it."Fine," I said, setting the untouched whiskey down on a tray with a clatter.I let her lead me
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 132: This Gilded Cage
[Adam’s POV]The ballroom was a sensory assault. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto a sea of tuxedos and evening gowns, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume, champagne, and the faint, metallic tang of greed. It was the charity gala of the year, a playground for the wealthy to pat themselves on the back for writing checks that were merely rounding errors in their bank accounts.I stood at the edge of the room, leaning against the polished mahogany of the bar. In my hand, a tumbler of Scotch sat untouched, the amber liquid swirling lazily with ice cubes that were slowly melting.I wasn't here to drink. I wasn't here to celebrate. I was here because I had no choice.Across the room, Marie was in her element. She stood in the center of a vocal circle of socialites, a vision in shimmering, silver silk. Her laughter rang out above the din of the orchestra — bright, bell-like, and utterly devoid of substance. She glowed under the flash of cameras, her smile practiced and per
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 131: Just a Gentle Touch
[Alice’s POV]I opened my eyes. The image of that sick little boy was burned into my retinas.I remembered the way his mother looked, the utter devastation in her eyes when she realized the world had given up on her son. I recalled the photo Endall had shown me — Toby in a wheelchair, his hands curled into claws, his eyes bright but shadowed by the inevitability of his fate.That photo was fuel now. It burned hotter than the fever raging inside me. It was more potent than the pain.I reached out and gripped the valve.My hand still trembled, but I didn't let it stop me. I locked my elbow, using my shoulder to stabilize my arm. I moved with agonizing slowness, fighting my own body's betrayal.Left. Just a millimeter left.The metal was cold against my skin. I turned the wheel.The hum of the machine dropped in pitch. The needle on the temperature gauge held its breath, then slowly, agonizingly, began to recede from the red zone. It drifted back to the center, settling into a safe, rhyt
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 130: To the Edge of Exhaustion
[Alice’s POV]The bunker was silent, save for the low, mechanical hum of the machinery. It was a sound that vibrated in your teeth, a constant reminder that we were living on the edge of a cliff, held together by rust, dust, and sheer willpower.I sat on a high-backed stool, wrapped in a heavy, wool coat I’d found in a trunk in the corner. It smelled of mothballs and damp earth, but I didn’t care. The mountain air was seeping through the concrete walls, chilling my bones, but the cold was the least of my problems.We were in the critical phase.The synthesis of R4310 wasn’t just a chemical reaction; it was a beast that needed to be tamed. The molecular structure was unstable, prone to collapsing if the temperature fluctuated by even a fraction of a degree. And the antiquated equipment? It was a nightmare.The main reactor was a piece of Cold War technology; a hulking mass of steel and copper wires that seemed to resent being woken up after decades of slumber. It ran hot. Too hot. The
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 129: Fairy Tales are made of This
[Adam’s POV]The view from the penthouse suite was enough to take anyone’s breath away. Zurich sprawled out below, a glittering tapestry of gold and diamond lights reflecting off the dark, glassy surface of the lake. It was the kind of view that promised the world — the kind of view that belonged on a postcard or the cover of a magazine for the ultra-wealthy.But to me, it just looked like a cage.The floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the living space, turning the city into a backdrop for a life I didn't want. I sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress too soft, the sheets too high-thread-count. They felt like a trap. In my hand, my phone was a cold, heavy brick. The screen glowed with a harsh, artificial light, illuminating the text box that had been taunting me for hours.I just need to know she's safe.I had typed the words a dozen times. I had hovered my thumb over the send button, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "Adam!"The voice cut through the silenc
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