Semua Bab While Marrying Mr. Steele: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Amelia’s POVI couldn’t sit still. The note lay on the coffee table, those words burning into me: Ask him about the second body.I pressed a hand to my stomach, the baby, my heart racing so hard it almost hurt. I couldn’t wait for Ethan to come home. Not after this.I grabbed my coat, stuffed the note in my pocket, and headed straight for the car.****Sterling Tower’s glass doors slid open, cool air rushing over me. The lobby buzzed with people moving in and out, the sound of clicking heels and phones ringing.I walked straight to the reception desk. “I need to see Ethan Blackwood.”The young man behind the counter glanced up from his screen. “Do you have an appointment, ma’am?”“I’m his wife.”That made him pause. “Mr. Ethan is in a meeting.”“I’ll wait.”His polite smile didn’t shift. “It may be a while.”“I said I’ll wait.” My voice came sharper than I meant.He nodded. “Of course, ma’am.”I turned and found a chair in the waiting area, my knee bouncing uncontrollably. I pulled ou

Amelia's povThe bed was cold on his side.I reached out anyway, my hand finding nothing but rumpled sheets and the faint smell of his cologne. Ethan was gone. The clock read 7:12.On the counter sat a half-drunk cup of coffee and a tie missing from the hanger. He’d left in a hurry. Maybe to work. Maybe to avoid me.The fight from last night replayed in my head in sharp flashes the note, the look on his face, the way his voice had turned quiet when he said, You have to trust me. I wanted to, God, I really did. But trust didn’t survive silence.The kettle whistled on the stove, shrill against the heavy quiet. I poured the water just to do something with my hands, but even the sound of it felt too loud, too sharp for the still air.That’s when I saw it, the coffee table was empty.The note was gone.He’d taken it.A chill crawled up my arms. He hadn’t thrown it away, hadn’t even mentioned it. He’d just… taken it. I should have hidden it better until I knew more.Someone was threatening

They took him right in front of me.Through the glass walls of his office, I watched the officers lead Ethan out, his wrists behind his back.. He didn’t fight. He didn’t even look at me. The sight of his white shirt against their dark uniforms made my stomach twist. Everything inside me wanted to run after him, but my legs wouldn’t move.The lobby had gone quiet, like everyone was holding their breath. A few people pretended to type or shuffle papers, but their eyes followed the scene. Ryan stood near the elevators, hands in his pockets, his jaw tight. He didn’t say a word.When the doors closed behind Ethan and the officers, the silence broke and I heard phones buzz and the ugly whispers started, someone ran toward the reception desk. The beginning of the gossip.Outside, reporters were already gathering, like they’d been waiting for this. I saw flashes through the rain-streaked glass. A headline would probably be online before I made it to my car.Ryan stepped closer. “Amelia,” he

Sienna’s POVThe morning news played on low volume, the way I liked it just noise in the background while I picked at my fruit bowl. Pineapple, strawberries, a few grapes that had started to wrinkle. I pushed them around with my fork, pretending not to care.Then Ethan’s face flashed on the screen.My fork paused midair.The headline at the bottom scrolled: CEO ETHAN ARRESTED IN CONNECTION TO LEO’ S DEATH.The reporter’s voice was steady, calm, cruel. “Police sources confirm Mr. Ethan was taken into custody last night. Investigations are ongoing—”I turned the volume down. The remote felt slippery in my hand. The coffee beside me had gone cold, but I lifted the cup anyway, trying to look casual for no one but myself. My hand trembled, just slightly. The cup clinked when I set it back down.“You weren’t supposed to protect her,” I muttered.On the screen, Ethan was shoved into the back of a police car. His tie was gone. His shirt open at the neck. He looked dazed or maybe he was just

Ethan's povI got home from the police station before midnight.Amelia was asleep on the couch again, one hand on her stomach, the TV still glowing faint blue across the room. I didn’t wake her. I stood there for a while, watching her chest rise and fall, the kind of calm that didn’t belong in the world I’d walked back into.My bail papers were still folded in my jacket pocket. I was granted temporary freedom. Nothing more.I showered, changed, and sat in the kitchen with a mug of coffee I didn’t drink. Every creak in the apartment felt loud. By morning, I’d made up my mind—I was going back to work.If the wolves were going to circle, I wasn’t going to wait for them to bite first.Sterling Tower looked different when you’d been handcuffed on live television in front of it. The same glass walls, the same neat rows of black cars, but people looked away when I walked through the lobby. The receptionist tried to smile. Failed halfway.When the elevator doors opened on the executive floor,