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The Watcher
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2026-08-20 19:07:27
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The Wife They Wanted Dead What The Timetable Meant.
CHAPTER 27 "When?" The word came out before I could think better of it. Caius moved away from me — not far, just to the edge of the desk, putting a few feet between us like he needed the space to say whatever he was deciding to say. "The week the marriage was arranged," he said. "I came back to the house earlier than expected. I heard my father's voice through the east sitting room door — that particular quiet he uses when a conversation matters. I stopped outside." A beat. "He didn't know I was there." "What did you hear?" "He was giving answers, not asking questions. Careful, clipped. Long silences in between while the other person spoke." Caius's jaw tightened. "He said the arrangement was in place. That you would be inside the house within the month." He stopped. "And that the timetable had been accelerated and he understood what that meant." I stood very still. "He said I'd be inside the house." "Yes." "Not — your wife. Not the girl from the arrangement." "
The Wife They Wanted Dead A TITLE, NO NAME.
CHAPTER 26 He still hadn't answered. The ledger was still on the screen. My name sitting there in clean, unhurried type like it had every right to exist in a system I hadn't known existed until tonight. Ardenne, Seraphine. The entry's date was the thing I couldn't stop coming back to. Not the weeks I'd spent inside this house. Not the arrest, not the wedding. Years before any of it. Long before any moment I'd ever used to mark the beginning of this. "Can you trace who created it?" I asked. "The credential. Is there a log of who built it into the system?" Caius was already trying. I could tell by the way he moved through the screens — not the slow deliberate pace from earlier but something tighter, faster. Hitting a result, reading it, moving to the next. "Every angle gives me the same wall," he said. "The title exists. The clearance is real. The access is active across every system in this house." He stopped on one screen longer than the others, then closed it. "And there is no
The Wife They Wanted Dead The Watcher
CHAPTER 25 "I've seen his face standing across the street from your apartment." The words landed and just — stayed there. Sitting between us like something neither of us knew how to move around. I hadn't told anyone. Not Sophia. Not my father. I'd spent weeks dismantling the memory piece by piece until I'd convinced myself it was nothing — exhaustion, grief, a stranger waiting for a cab who'd already forgotten I existed. I'd gotten very good at talking myself out of my own instincts. "I never told a single person." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I buried it so completely I almost believed I'd made the whole thing up." Caius didn't rush to fill the silence. He let it sit for a moment, which was somehow worse than if he'd said something immediately. "My guard caught him on dashcam," he said finally. "The man I posted down the block that night — his camera picked up a figure across the street, watching your window. I reviewed the footage myself the morning of the wedding
The Wife They Wanted Dead Two Mothers, One Face.
Chapter 24 – Two Mothers, One Face Neither of them lived long enough to say it. The words sat between us in the cold, heavier than anything either of us had said all night. I didn't know what to do with a sentence like that, so I just stood there, my breath fogging in front of my face, watching Caius watch something I couldn't see. "There's something I need to show you." He said it like it had taken him this long to work up to it. "I've never shown it to anyone. Not even my father knows I kept it." "Kept what?" He didn't answer right away. He reached into the inside pocket of his coat, careful, the way you'd handle something that might fall apart if you weren't gentle enough, and pulled out a photograph small enough to hide in one closed hand. "This was my mother's." His thumb brushed the edge of it before he handed it over. "I found it after she died. I've carried it since I was a boy. I never understood what it meant until tonight." I took it with hands that weren't quite ste
The Wife They Wanted Dead What Cauis Carries
Chapter 23 "Who," I said, before the word had even finished leaving his mouth. "Dad, who gave that order?" He shook his head, jaw locked, eyes wet and refusing to spill over. "I can't." "You just told me everything else. You don't get to stop now—" "Time's up." The guard was already moving toward the table, right on cue, like the universe had decided my father got exactly one truth per visit and not a syllable more. The scrape of his chair against the floor sounded obscenely loud in a room that had gone completely silent otherwise. "No — please, just thirty more seconds, that's all I'm asking—" "Seraphine." My father's voice cracked clean through the middle, and for one terrible second I thought he might actually say it, right there, with the guard's hand already closing around his shoulder. Instead he just held my eyes, desperate, apologetic, useless. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." They took him before I could get another word out. I don't remember walking out of that building. I
The Wife They Wanted Dead The Night She Was Taken.
Chapter 22 Someone in her own contacts. I stood there staring at Sophia's face going through every stage of realizing that at once — confusion, then something closer to nausea — and I understood, with a cold, sinking certainty, that we weren't going to solve that tonight. Not standing in a room that still smelled like whoever had held me here. Not with a prison visit already burning a hole through everything else I could think about. "I need to go," I said. "Now. Before I lose my nerve." Caius didn't argue this time. He just fell into step beside me, close enough that his hand found the small of my back the second we hit the stairs, like some part of him needed the contact more than I did. The visitation room hadn't changed. Same bolted-down table, same fluorescent hum, same guard standing near the door like he'd been carved out of the same gray concrete as everything else in that building. It felt wrong that a room could stay exactly the same while everything happening around it
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