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Chapter 79-THE ONE WHO NEVER LEAVES QUIETLY.
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Twice His Wife Chapter 82-THERE WAS A FIRE ONCE.
Anaïs didn’t sleep. Not really. She drifted in and out of memory and calculation, one bleeding into the other like wine into white fabric. By dawn, her mind was a battlefield. She was still staring at the photograph Julien had left her the night before — not because of what it proved, but because of what it dared to imply.Isolde.The name alone made her throat tighten.The fact that someone had dredged that night up — that dinner, that conversation — meant they were playing a deeper game than she thought. Not just career sabotage. Not just a public dressing-down. This was about erasure.They wanted her gone in every way.She sat at the kitchen table, hands clasped, the file unopened beside her now. She didn’t need to look at it again. She remembered every detail. The wine was red, the table was oak, and Isolde had worn a dark blue dress, the kind that made her look like she belonged in every room she walked into. Even the ones Anaïs built.That night had been about protection. About
Twice His Wife Chapter 81-THE ART OF SILENCE.
The phone on Anaïs’s desk vibrated once — not with a call, not with a text. Just a silent push notification: Julien Kaba: “Live in 30.”She stared at it, half-knowing what was coming. The broadcast had been hinted at all week. Political analysis, some low-pressure panel on public trust and new political ethics. But Julien didn’t do anything low-pressure, not anymore. Not since Angela’s exposé. And not since he stopped calling her back.Cassian stood by the window, backlit by dying sunlight, arms folded in that way that always made him look ten years younger — and ten times more defensive. “Do you think he’s about to sell you out?”Anaïs didn’t answer. She just tapped the screen once, opened the livestream, and waited.The studio came into view. Clean background. Three chairs. Two young analysts and Julien, dressed like he was born under stage lights — no tie, but sharp lines, perfect posture, and a calm that felt practiced.He leaned forward into the mic. “Let’s talk about corruption.
Twice His Wife Chapter 80-“YOU WANTED FIRE”.
There’s a sound your shoes make when they hit the pavement after someone just tried to annihilate your name on national television.It’s not just a step. It’s a declaration.Anaïs didn’t speak as she walked out of the building. She didn’t look at anyone. Her heels struck the ground like they were making a point. Her face gave nothing away — not the dread, not the rage, not even the sharp aftertaste of betrayal that was sitting behind her teeth. Just silence. The cameras were still out there, vultures circling.But she didn’t flinch. She looked straight ahead.Someone tried to shove a microphone in her face — “Ms. Temi, any comment on Senator Nwokedi’s allegations?”She didn’t even blink. Security pulled the reporter back. Anaïs didn’t stop walking.Inside, she’d stood toe to toe with Angela and watched a woman turn her entire political platform into a firebomb. Now, as she stepped into the open, Anaïs understood what war looked like in this world. It didn’t always have a gun. Sometime
Twice His Wife Chapter 79-THE ONE WHO NEVER LEAVES QUIETLY.
The receptionist looked up, startled. She blinked twice, then tapped something into her keyboard.Anaïs didn’t shift her weight. She just stood there. One hand still on the strap of her bag, the other hanging loose at her side like she was waiting for coffee instead of an ambush. But inside, her chest was tight. Not with fear — no, this was the kind of tension that came with knowing you were walking into something with your eyes wide open.“She’ll see you,” the woman said after a beat. “Top floor. Glass door at the end.”Anaïs nodded. “Of course she will.”The elevator ride was silent. Too clean. The kind of silence that doesn’t come naturally — it’s imposed. Built into places that don’t want to leave room for questions, or doubt, or noise. She caught her reflection in the metal panel opposite her. Her lips were dry. She didn’t lick them.Cassian had said nothing when she left that morning. He hadn’t even asked where she was going. Maybe he knew. Maybe that’s why he’d kissed her foreh
Twice His Wife Chapter 78-MEET ME IN THE FIRE.
The guard stared at her like she’d just spoken a curse.“Anaïs Temi?”“Yes.” Her voice was calm. “Go tell her.”He hesitated.“I’ll wait.”She didn’t sit down. Didn’t blink. Just folded her arms and leaned against the marble wall of the Ministry of Internal Affairs’ main reception.The building was quiet, but not silent. There was that government kind of silence — thick, postured. The kind that only exists when something big is happening behind too many locked doors.The guard mumbled something into his radio. The answer came quickly. Short. Sharp.Then he looked at her again, stiffening slightly.“She’ll see you.”Of course she would.Angela Nwokedi’s office was on the 13th floor, but it may as well have been a different world.The hall smelled like freshly printed lies. Walls lined with portraits of people who smiled too easily. Her door was already open when Anaïs arrived.Angela was standing, back to the window, arms behind her, framed by a sky that looked too clean for everything
Twice His Wife Chapter 77-THE LINE HAS ALREADY BEEN CROSSED.
Anaïs didn’t speak for a full five minutes.The news anchor’s voice kept looping in her head—“…warrants are being prepared for multiple individuals, including Anaïs Temi and Cassian Adeoye.”She heard it once. Then again. Then again.Maris whispered something, maybe her name. Nina said it louder. Still, Anaïs didn’t respond.Not until she reached for the remote, switched the TV off, and turned to face them.Her voice was low.“Get your bags.”Maris blinked. “What?”Anaïs didn’t repeat herself. She walked to the desk, pulled out the folder of names she’d backed up, and shoved it into her bag. Then the laptop. Then the burner phones.Nina was still frozen. “Anaïs—wait—”“She’s got the government now,” Anaïs said, still not raising her voice. “That means the airports are being flagged. The borders too. Phones tapped by morning. I don’t need to see the memo to know how this goes.”“But—”“We leave now.”Nina moved first, cursing under her breath. Maris followed. They packed fast, quiet. N
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