All Chapters of My Wife, My Blackmailer : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Evelyn’s POVI didn’t know when I left Louis’s body behind. I just ran.Something inside me snapped the moment I saw that man.The hallway blurred past me, but my eyes locked on the figure ahead, the man in the doctor’s robe, calm, composed, but unmistakable. The face I’d seen in my nightmares. The face of the man who had pulled the trigger.I pointed frantically, my voice rising into a scream. “HIM! Look—LOOK AT HIM! That’s him!”Doctors, nurses, even visitors paused, turning to stare. My heart thundered in my chest, my breath coming in sharp, painful gasps. “That man, he killed my husband!”Behind me, I heard heavy footsteps. A police officer rushed forward, the same one who had asked for my statement earlier. His eyes were wide with confusion, maybe even concern, as he grabbed my arm gently but firmly.“Mrs. Evelyn, stop!” he said. “You need to calm down.”“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” I screamed, shoving him back. My finger jabbed through the air. “That’s the man! The one who shot

Evelyn’s POVMy knees hit the cold ground with a thud, gravel biting into my skin. My lungs burned. My chest heaved. The metallic taste of blood coated my tongue from all the screaming and running. Behind me, I could hear them, guards, footsteps pounding, shouting echoing like thunder.I had seconds. Maybe less.I pushed up on trembling legs.Run.I forced myself to move, every step like dragging cement blocks. My hospital gown was torn at the side, my feet bloodied from the pavement. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.Then, blinding lights.A car.I turned, frozen.The headlights came straight at me, and for a breathless second, I thought, this is it.But suddenly, arms. Strong arms grabbed me, yanking me from the road.I fell against a chest, warm, solid, real.“Are you insane?!” a man’s voice snapped.I pushed away, eyes wild, gasping, fists ready to fight.Then I saw his face.“Dave?” I breathed, stumbling backward, my voice a broken whisper.No.He was the one. Could it be he wants

Evelyn’s POVI couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.His words echoed in my skull like a broken record, They’re backing the killer. They’re making sure Louis never wakes up. They’re not his real parents.It was too much.I blinked hard, trying to process everything, but the weight of it all slammed into my chest like a brick wall. My heart was pounding, my fingers twitching against the edge of the bed as I stared at Dave, unable to believe a single damn word, yet unable to look away from the truth.Louis. That was my husband. Lying unconscious, hooked up to machines like some kind of lab rat. And now this man, the one who kidnapped me, was standing in front of me claiming to be the only one who could help me save him.I swallowed hard, my voice cracking under the strain. “How the hell am I supposed to trust you, Dave?”He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away.His expression was unreadable, stoic, yet tired. His shoulders were tense but not aggressive. “Because I showed you the truth.”I narr

Evelyn’s POV“Stop.”The voice stabbed through the silence like a blade. Cold. Sharp. Final.I froze.My entire body locked up, blood draining from my face. My fingers tightened around the handle of the medical bag, the strap digging into my palm. Slowly, terrified, I turned.There he stood.Louis’s father. The one man I should never have let my guard down around.His gray eyes pinned me in place like a spotlight. His jaw was tight, lips curved into a mockery of a smile. Every hair on my body stood on edge.He knows.No.Or does he?“What… what is it, sir?” I asked, barely managing to keep the tremble out of my voice. My throat was dry, tongue heavy.His eyes raked over me, calculating. “You can’t just leave.”My heart skipped. “I—”“We need to search you. Completely.” His voice was eerily calm, but there was a menace buried deep beneath it. “If you’ve recorded anything… if you’re a spy, or God forbid, someone sent here to harm my son… we’ll know.”My breath hitched. He took a step fo

Evelyn’s POVThe drive to the hideout was silent. Dave’s hands were tight on the wheel, his knuckles white under the streetlight glow. I sat next to him, my fingers curled in my lap, still gripping that leftover fear from earlier like it was stitched into my skin.The road narrowed into shadows and thick trees, the kind that muffled sound and made the night feel endless. We were heading back to the place we’d been staying, the hideout. Our temporary safety net. But as soon as the car rolled to a stop outside the small house, Dave’s body tensed beside me like he’d been jolted awake from a bad dream.“Wait,” he said sharply, his voice low but cutting through the silence like glass. He stared ahead, eyes narrowed, scanning the dark.I froze, halfway through unbuckling my seatbelt. “What is it?”He didn’t answer immediately. His whole body shifted forward as he squinted through the windshield. “Something’s not right.”The air turned heavier. I sat perfectly still, my heart pounding again