Lahat ng Kabanata ng From Wife to Avenger: My Husband Must Fall: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

BELLA’S POV“We Need to Talk.”The words on my screen blurred as I stared at them, my heartbeat slowing to a dull thud. Whoever had sent this message had used a blocked number.I didn’t care. I was done listening. Done caring. Done with all of it. With a sigh, I tossed my phone aside and leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling of my office. Exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. The past few weeks had drained me mentally, emotionally, and physically. But it was worth it because I had finally gotten back my father’s company. Ethan was ruined. His company, the one he had stolen from my father, was now back in my hands. And the best part? He had lost everything.I should have been ecstatic and I should have been celebrating but there was a nagging weight in my chest. A voice kept whispering in my head, It’s not over yet.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Before I could answer, the door opened, and Carlos walked in. The moment our eyes met, I knew that he could t

BELLA’S POVCarlos was furious. It was in the way his jaw clenched when he looked at me, the ice in his voice whenever he spoke. Except he didn’t even do that much. Instead, he had his assistant relay messages to me like I was some business associate he had no time for.I didn’t understand. I couldn’t. Wasn’t this what he wanted? For Mabel to pay for what she did? For her to suffer? I only created a gateway.But no matter how much I tried to reach him, Carlos was unyielding, cold, distant. I couldn’t stand it. The silence stretched between us for days. He wouldn’t even eat the meals I made. The plates came back untouched, the gesture a dagger twisting in my chest. The man who once held me close without hesitation now acted like I was a stranger in his home. I had never felt so alone.__I needed to know how Carlos found out and how everything spun out of proportion. Alexander wasn’t a tattletale and I trusted him to keep his word. Unless…Unless someone else had betrayed me. The thoug

CARLOS’S POVSome days were harder than others. Today was one of them. The drive back to the penthouse was a blur of headlights and rain-slicked streets, my hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough to strain muscle and bone. Each turn, each stoplight, passed unnoticed as memories clawed to the surface unbidden and relentless.The date glared from the dashboard like an accusation. February 22nd. I didn’t need a reminder. My body already knew, muscles tight and lungs raw, the phantom ache blooming in my chest.Today would have been her birthday. If she’d been born but Mabel made sure that never happened. I shoved the thought down, jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Outside, the city sprawled dark and endless, neon lights bleeding into asphalt rivers. But all I saw was white, the sterile white of hospital walls, the cold metal of surgical tools, the blank lines of the form Mabel had signed without a second thought.Our daughter who could’ve been here was gone. Because Mabel had deci

CARLOS’S POVRevenge isn’t a single strike or a swift blade. It’s a slow, grueling process, peeling back the layers of lies, tearing down the walls brick by brick until there’s nothing left but raw, bleeding truth. Truth is a weapon, and I intended to carve Mabel open with it.Her screams had died down to whimpers hours ago, voice hoarse and cracking, wrists red and raw against the zip ties binding her to the metal chair. The concrete walls of the basement were stained dark in places, the only light a single bulb swaying overhead, casting shadows sharp enough to cut.Mabel’s head lolled forward, blonde hair slick with sweat and sticking to her cheeks, breaths ragged and uneven. I leaned back in the chair across from her, fingers drumming idly against my knee, the silence heavy and suffocating. The smell of damp concrete and copper hung thick in the air, but I barely noticed. My attention was fixed solely on her, the way she flinched at every creak of the floor, pupils blown wide with

CARLOS’S POVI told her to leave. The words replayed in my mind with a bitter sting, sharper each time, but I refused to dwell on them. I meant it or at least that’s what I kept telling myself as I leaned back in the leather seat of my car, eyes fixed on the darkened city skyline. The drive home was long and silent, the streets empty save for a few stray headlights. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles white with the strain. There was a dull ache behind my eyes, exhaustion settling deep into my bones, but it was nothing compared to the hollow pit in my chest that refused to let me breathe right.I shouldn’t have said it, not like that. But what was done was done. Bella had no business knowing about Mabel, let alone getting involved. She’d seen one side of it and thought she understood, but revenge was never that simple. It was blood and ruin, and Bella didn’t belong in that world. I wouldn’t let her. But still, the look in her eyes when she’d left… it was burned into