All Chapters of The Silent Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 30: When She Came BackHe reached the main door and pulled it open.A woman stood on the porch. Slender. Stylish. Wearing a trench coat despite the humid night. Her red lips curled into a smirk when she saw us.“Hi, Justin.”My stomach dropped.Of course.Lenita.Justin blinked in confusion. “Lenita? You already left hours ago.”“I forgot something,” she said, holding up a sleek tablet. “Your client files. You’ll need them for your presentation tomorrow.”His brows pinched. “You didn’t need to drive all the way back for that.”“I was in the area,” she said with a shrug, though the way her eyes flicked to me told another story. “Oh—Joanna. You’re still here.”Still.Like I was some forgotten visitor who overstayed her welcome.I straightened. “Yeah. Just about to leave.”“No need,” Justin said quickly, turning to me. “It’s late. Stay here. I’ll drive you home tomorrow.”Lenita’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re staying the night?”I didn’t miss the edge in her tone.“Just until

Chapter 32: The Key to UsBefore I could respond, the bathroom door creaked open. Katastrophe stumbled out, blinking against the light, her mascara smeared worse than before.“Sorry, Bess,” she slurred, leaning heavily on the wall. “Needed some air.”I sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to steady her.Justin’s eyes softened, but his jaw remained tight. “Let’s get you home.”The following days were a haze of apologies, explanations, and tentative peace. Justin insisted on making things right, showing me pieces of himself I hadn’t seen before — the man beneath the bravado, the laughter, and the charm.I wanted to believe.Slowly, I let down the walls I’d built.One afternoon, as the sun dipped low, casting golden light across the city, Justin and I sat on the porch of my apartment, sharing a quiet moment.He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face.“Joanna, I know I’ve messed up,” he said softly. “But I’m here now. I want us.”I looked into his eyes, searching

Chapter 34: When Danger Comes HomeI swallowed hard. “How dangerous?”Justin hesitated. “She’s been involved in some business I want no part of. Illegal stuff. When I left her, I thought I was safe. But clearly, I wasn’t.”That afternoon, while Justin was at work, I decided to visit Katastrophe’s apartment again, hoping to find something we missed.The door was ajar, and the place was in disarray — drawers pulled out, papers scattered.I called her name softly. No answer.In the bedroom, I found her phone on the floor, screen cracked but still alive.Scrolling through messages, I saw one that chilled me:“They know you’re helping her. You’re next.”My breath hitched. The warnings weren’t empty threats — someone was hunting us all.That evening, Justin came home to find me pacing the living room, the phone in my hand.“We have to go to the police,” I said.He shook his head. “No. Not yet. Veronica’s watching, and involving the police could make things worse.”“Then what do we do?”He r

Chapter 36: Chasing TruthThe city was alive and chaotic at midnight. Neon signs buzzed overhead, and the streets hummed with late-night traffic and the occasional shout from distant alleys. I parked a block away from the address Marco’s old partner had given me. The warehouse district.Not exactly the safest place, but nothing about this was safe.I stepped out of the car, pulling my jacket tighter around me. The cold bit through the fabric, but it didn’t compare to the cold dread in my chest.The warehouse loomed ahead—dark and foreboding. I swallowed hard, nerves screaming at me to turn back. But I couldn’t.I crept closer, every step cautious, ears straining for any sound.Suddenly, voices drifted out from the cracked-open side door.“I told you, he won’t be here,” one voice said. “But the girl—she’s still out there.”My breath caught. They were talking about me.Another voice, deeper and colder. “Find her. Bring her to me.”My heart hammered. No way was I getting caught.I backed

Chapter 38: Not Just a NightSuddenly, she stood unsteadily and announced she was heading to the bathroom. I offered to go with her, but she brushed me off, insisting she was fine.Thirty minutes passed, and she still hadn’t come back. Panic started gnawing at me. I jumped up and pushed through the crowded club to check on her. I should have stayed with her from the start — what if she’d passed out?The throng of people made it tough to reach the bathroom. Dancers bumped into me left and right. Just as I reached the girls’ restroom door, a hand grabbed mine. I assumed it was Katastrophe, so I turned around and started to speak.“You witch! Where have you been? You took so lo—”My words died in my throat when I looked up. It wasn’t Katastrophe at all — it was Justin, his eyes sharp and fierce.“What are you doing here?” he demanded, his grip tightening on my arm.My heart pounded wildly. I wanted to ask him the same thing, but when he looked at me like that, all my courage drained away