All Chapters of The Silent Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 40: What My Mother Left BehindMichael led me to an old, abandoned warehouse at the edge of town.Inside, he pulled out a small, dusty box.“This belonged to your mother,” he said, wiping off the dust.I opened it slowly.Inside were letters, photographs, and a small journal.Michael handed me the journal.“Read this first. It’ll explain everything.”I spent hours reading by the dim light of my phone.The journal was my mother’s—her secret story of love, betrayal, and sacrifice.She wrote about a powerful family feud, about people who wanted to hurt her—and me.She wrote about trust. About survival. About a love so deep it defied the darkness.I clutched the journal, tears streaming down my face.I understood now.The next day, I confronted Justin.“I know everything,” I said quietly.He looked at me, pain in his eyes.“I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid. Afraid of losing you.”I shook my head, furious.“You don’t get to decide what I can handle.”Justin stepped closer. “J

Chapter 42: The Family We ChooseHe turned, smiling.“Morning, beautiful.”I smiled back, feeling something light and hopeful flutter inside me.But just as I was about to ask about the plan for the day, his phone buzzed.His smile faded as he read the message.“It’s M,” he said grimly. “He’s not done with us.”I took a deep breath, steeling myself.“We face it together,” I said firmly.Justin nodded, pulling me into a tight embrace.“Together.”Days passed in a blur of meetings, phone calls, and secret investigations.Through it all, Justin and I found little moments to steal away — a shared coffee, a late-night laugh, a brush of fingers.Every stolen second strengthened the fragile bond growing between us.One evening, as we reviewed files, I caught him watching me.“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.He hesitated, then whispered, “I’m scared.”I reached out, squeezing his hand.“Me too.”He exhaled, relief flooding his face.“We don’t have to be afraid anymore. Not when we’re toge

Chapter 44: Is That…?“Is that…?”Talia nodded. “That’s her. Maria Cruz.”I stepped closer. My hands trembled as I lifted the frame.“She… she died when I was twelve. Or that’s what they told me.”Talia bit her lip. “She didn’t die, Joanna. She ran.”We sat in the small kitchen while the kettle whistled behind us. Talia fidgeted with the edge of her sleeve as she spoke.“I think she was protecting us,” she said. “From someone. She never said his name. Only that if anyone came looking for her—or for you—we needed to lie.”I swallowed hard. “Why me?”“She said she left you behind to keep you safe. That she gave you to someone she trusted. An old friend in Manila. She never forgave herself.”A knife twisted in my chest. “She never came back for me.”“She tried,” Talia whispered. “Once. But someone found her. I don’t know who. After that, she got sick. Cancer, they said. She passed away when I was eight.”I felt Justin’s hand on my back. Solid. Grounding me.Talia continued, “Before she d

Chapter 46: Echoes of a Silent Fire“They won’t. And even if they do, you know the truth. You’re not a product of nepotism or charity—you’re a force.”“I’ll think about it,” I said honestly. “I want to grow this on my own. But I’d love your support in other ways.”He smiled. “I’ll be your biggest cheerleader. But I refuse to wear pom-poms.”“I’ll allow a megaphone.”“Deal.”That evening, I posted Luna Communication’s first teaser campaign:“She lost her voice. Now she’s taking it back.Luna Communications – Coming Soon.For women. For truth. For stories that matter.”The response was immediate.Comments flooded in—women thanking me, people sharing the post, influencers asking for collaborations.But as I scrolled, one comment chilled me.It was from a verified account called “Vera M.” No profile photo. Just the comment:“Let’s see how long your truth survives. :)”I stared at the screen.Justin, standing behind me, read it too. “Creepy.”“Yeah,” I murmured. “Feels personal.”“You thin

Chapter 48: The Breaking PointThe morning sun spilled golden light through the blinds, but it did little to warm the cold knot twisting in my stomach. I stared at my phone, the screen glowing with messages I didn’t want to read.Vanessa wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.Justin was already at the office when I arrived, his face the perfect mask of calm. But I could see it in his eyes — the weight of what we were facing.He greeted me with a brief smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“We need to be careful,” he said as I slid into the seat beside him. “Vanessa’s moves are getting bolder.”I nodded, biting back the urge to cry. It felt like the walls were closing in. Every step forward we took was met with two steps back.The day passed in a blur of meetings, phone calls, and whispered conversations. Luna’s board was fractured, some members swayed by fear, others by greed.Justin and I huddled together in the conference room, strategizing our next move.“We need to expose her publicly,”