All Chapters of Sold Myself to My Husband’s Rival: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Jesse’s POVLeaving Bella was the last thing I wanted to do. As I walked out that door, my chest felt heavy—like I’d left a piece of myself behind with her. She looked so small wrapped in my arms before I let go, her voice trembling slightly when she asked if I had to leave again. I hated this—having to constantly walk away from the one person who made me feel at peace. But some things had to be done. I decided to take the job because there was something I wanted from the president."Let’s get this over with," I muttered under my breath as I arrived at headquarters. "The sooner this is done, the faster I can get back to her."Inside the secure compound, I summoned Marcus and Damon—two of my most trusted men. They showed up fast, already geared up and serious.“I want five more men,” I said without wasting time. “We’re infiltrating the enemy base today.”Damon raised a brow. “Only five, sir?”“Yeah,” I confirmed. “We just need to extract a few materials. The president will send his a

Marcus returned twenty minutes later, a thick black file tucked under his arm. His expression was grim as he handed it over, no words exchanged between us. None were needed. I sat down in the cold steel chair and opened the folder. Pages flipped. Reports, logs, images. Assignments Damon had carried out with surgical precision. His kill ratio. His commendations. There was nothing obviously suspicious—on paper, he had been perfect. Almost too perfect. But then I noticed something. In the back section was a set of personal visitation logs—entries from times Damon had checked out of missions or taken short leaves. Most were random cities, nothing unusual. But one date kept reappearing like a whisper in the shadows. June 16th. Every year, without fail, Damon took leave on June 16th. And each time, he went to the same remote village on the outskirts of the southern border. Small. Insignificant. A town most people forgot existed. I flipped through the last four years' worth of logs.

He started talking the moment the offer left my lips—his words spilling out like floodwaters from a broken dam. “I was working for him long before I started working for you,” Damon said, his voice hoarse, unsteady. “He... he saved me. I can’t even remember when it began. One day, I just started having these unbearable headaches—pounding, violent. It felt like my brain was cracking open. I was losing control.” His cuffed hands trembled violently. Sweat glistened on his temples, trailing down the curve of his jaw. “I started hearing things… seeing things. Paranoia took over. I’d black out and come to in places I didn’t recognize. Then one day—he appeared. Like he knew I needed help. He said he could fix it. Took me to a doctor, promised they’d make something just for me. A pill to silence the madness.” He paused for breath, voice cracking under the weight of memory. “Since then, I’ve taken one pill a year. Always on June 16th. He told me that was enough to keep it in check. Lat

Bella’s POV Julius stared at me, his expression twisted somewhere between disbelief and desperation. “Bella, I swear—I never tried to kill you,” he said, voice low, trembling. “Yes, I was furious. I hated that you chose Jesse. I hated that you killed Athena’s child… but that doesn’t mean I’d want you dead. That wasn’t me.” I took a shaky step back, eyes narrowing. “Then how do you explain the evidence? The doctor’s visits. The prescriptions. The text messages between you and the lab technicians—Jesse showed me everything.” He froze. “What?” “The poison wasn’t quick. You wanted it slow. You wanted me to suffer, Julius,” I whispered, the lump in my throat thickening. “Don’t insult me by lying.” “I didn’t,” he rasped. “Bella, I’ve done terrible things. I’ve manipulated. I’ve controlled. But I’ve never lied to you. And I didn’t try to kill you. You know that, deep down.” I stared at him in silence. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe. “So who was in those p

Julius – POVRage.It hit me like a storm, flooding every corner of my mind, drowning every other thought.I grabbed my phone and called Paul.“Track Athena’s location. Now.”“Yes, sir.”I didn’t have the patience to wait. I was already storming toward the elevator when Paul called back.“She’s at the downtown penthouse.”Perfect.I jumped into my car and drove like a man possessed. The moment I reached the building, I marched past the front desk, straight to the elevator, and punched in the code to her floor. The penthouse door required a password—I still remembered it from when I used to come here more often than I’d like to admit.It clicked open. I pushed the door in with force.“Athena!” I barked, stepping into the living room.Silence.No response.“Athena!” I shouted louder this time, moving through the hallway like a wave of fury. I pushed open her bedroom door—and there she was. Reclining on the bed, phone to her ear, silk robe hanging loose like she didn’t have a care in the