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Twice His Wife Chapter 151-THE VAULT DOORS BREAK OPEN.
The door didn’t swing—it sank. A heavy groan of old steel unseating itself from a cradle no hand had touched in years filled the chamber.Dust lifted into the air, thick and grainy, falling in pale columns through the faint beam of the vault’s emergency strip light.Anaïs held her breath without meaning to, a hand firm on the child’s shoulder. She had prepared herself for nothing, and for everything—an empty room, a trap, a room of silence. What she hadn’t prepared for was the strange pulse of air that came rushing out, warmer than the cold concrete around them, as though the vault had been holding its breath, too.Cassian stepped forward first. His hand lingered on the wall as the door slid back the rest of the way, revealing blackness beyond.His jaw was set, that soldier’s stance tightening across his frame, but Anaïs could see the tremor in his hand where it pressed against steel.Crane broke the silence. “Julien was thorough. Nothing here is by accident. If this is opening, it’s
Twice His Wife Chapter 150-INSIDE THE VAULT.
The silence inside the vault was a silence that pressed against the ears, thick and absolute, as though the walls themselves had learned to swallow sound. When Cassian pushed the steel door wider, it gave a low groan that faded almost immediately into nothing, absorbed by the airless chamber beyond.Anaïs hesitated at the threshold, her pulse sharp in her throat. For so long, Julien’s drive had been the tether, the dangerous thread they followed through cities and safehouses, through fire and betrayal, through every dark turn. Now, it felt like the thread had pulled them here, into this underground cavern of truth, and there was no backing out.Cassian reached back, his hand brushing hers. Not a question, not reassurance. Just contact, steadying. She gripped his fingers for a moment, then stepped in.The vault stretched far deeper than she expected, longer than any bank vault she’d ever seen. Rows upon rows of metal shelves lined the chamber, each stacked with old hard-drives, servers
Twice His Wife Chapter 149-THE WEIGHT OF DOORS.
The air changed before the door even moved.It was a pressure more than a sound, the way the atmosphere seemed to tighten around them as Julien set his palm to the scanner. Anaïs could feel it in her chest, a kind of hush that pressed down on all of them. Even the child stirred restlessly against Maris’s shoulder, as if some primal part of her already understood this was not a place meant for small breaths and soft heartbeats.Julien’s fingers hovered for a moment too long. His face was drained of color, his eyes fixed on the panel that had not yet lit up. Cassian stood a half-step behind him, his expression unreadable, though Anaïs could feel his body drawn taut beside hers, as though he was holding himself in check against the urge to shove Julien forward and demand he open it.Finally, the scanner flared pale blue beneath Julien’s hand. A beat of silence, then a low groan rolled through the walls around them, like some great machine stirring after centuries of sleep. The door befor
Twice His Wife Chapter 148-THE EDGE OF THE VAULT.
Sleep didn’t come easily that night. The farmhouse walls felt too thin, as if the night itself had ears. Every creak of wood, every shift of wind against the shutters, made Anaïs feel like something was waiting just beyond.She lay with the child pressed close to her chest, listening to the slow rhythm of their breathing. Cassian was a dark shape at the other side of the room, restless but silent. She could tell he wasn’t asleep. He rarely was, not anymore.Julien was downstairs with Crane, and though she told herself it was safer that way, her body still ached with unease. She had touched his hand earlier, felt the cold of it, the tremor. Alive, yes—but alive wasn’t the same as whole.When dawn finally broke, it wasn’t gentle. The sky came sharp and red, as if it too had been torn awake from something violent.By the time Anaïs made it down to the kitchen, Julien was already waiting, a map spread across the table. He hadn’t shaved; his eyes were ringed with exhaustion. Crane sat besi
Twice His Wife Chapter 147-ASHES BETWEEN US.
Julien’s hand didn’t move at first. He just stared at Anaïs’s fingers resting on the table, close enough for him to touch. She held still, her breath locked inside her chest, afraid the wrong twitch might send him vanishing again. Then, with the slow hesitation of someone relearning how to trust his own body, Julien lifted his hand and placed it over hers.His skin was colder than she remembered. The pressure was light, almost afraid.Cassian shifted, not liking the intimacy of the moment, but he didn’t speak. His silence had its own sharpness, and Julien felt it. He pulled back too soon, his jaw tightening.“You think I came back for comfort,” Julien said. His voice was quieter now, but it carried a tremor that wasn’t weakness—it was restraint. “But I didn’t. I came back because they didn’t finish the work. Because what they started is still burning, and if we don’t stop it, none of us will make it through.”Crane leaned forward, his notebook open, pen ready. “You said before, you ca
Twice His Wife Chapter 146-THE WEIGHT OF WHAT REMAINS.
The night was heavy with silence, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The farmhouse walls creaked faintly with the shifting of timber, the wind grazing the shutters like a careful hand. Inside, Anaïs sat awake, the child pressed against her chest, small breaths puffing steadily against her collarbone. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Her eyes closed sometimes, but the weight behind them refused to loosen, as if her mind feared the moment rest came, she might wake to something worse than all she had already endured.Cassian moved quietly in the next room. She could hear him by the scrape of a chair leg, the faint clink of metal as he adjusted the pistol on the table, the rhythmic sound of a man who could not allow himself to rest either. They were both caught in the same trap: too much loss, too much fear, too much of Julien still lingering like an open wound they couldn’t decide whether to protect or let scar.Julien.His name alone filled the air like smoke. They hadn’t s
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