All Chapters of The Silent Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 50: Too Much, Too Soon?Justin pulled me gently toward the pond where ducks floated lazily on the water’s surface. We sat on a bench, our legs brushing, and he surprised me by pulling out a small paper bag.“Got something for you,” he said, eyes twinkling.I peeked inside and found a tiny cupcake decorated with pink frosting and a single candle.“For what?” I asked, touched.“Because you’re sweet,” he grinned. “And I wanted to celebrate you.”I laughed softly, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “Justin... you’re such a dork.”He shrugged, unabashed. “Guilty.”I leaned in to kiss him, the taste of frosting and happiness mixing perfectly. It was a simple moment, but in it, I found everything I never knew I needed.The rest of the day slipped by in a series of little adventures — holding hands while window shopping, sharing ice cream cones, and sitting on the grass watching clouds drift by.Everywhere we went, people smiled at us, and I realized it was because the hap

Chapter 52: Envelope of SecretsPeople were whispering. Some were gasping. Half the employees were gathered around the reception area. At the center of the crowd?A tall, gorgeous woman in red stilettos, oversized sunglasses, and a bodycon dress that screamed: Yes, I came here to destroy someone.And she was holding a thick brown envelope.“Excuse me,” she said loudly, “I need to speak with Mr. Justin Smith-Montemayor. NOW.”I froze.Clara grabbed my arm. “Joanna… is that—?”“Yup,” I whispered. “That’s Bianca.”Justin’s ex-fiancée.Before I could hide behind a cubicle, Bianca spotted me.“You!” she shouted. “Perfect timing! I was just about to send this to you directly.”She marched toward me, stilettos clacking like gunshots. The envelope slammed into my chest.“What is this?” I asked, backing up slightly.“Proof,” she hissed. “Of your affair. Of how quickly he moved on. Of what kind of man Justin really is.”I was speechless.Justin came rushing out of his office, jaw clenched, his

Chapter 54: When Love HidesI stared at him in stunned silence.“You have a child?” I whispered.He nodded slowly. “A daughter. Her name is Summer. She’s seven now. Lives in Cebu with her mother.”My heart cracked.This wasn’t just a twist.This was a storm.“And you never thought to tell me?”“I wanted to,” he said, voice trembling. “But every time I tried, I saw your eyes, your trust, and I panicked. I thought if I told you, you’d run.”“I am running,” I said quietly. “Because you made me feel like I was the only one. And now I find out you’re a father.”“I’m not her father,” he said. “Legally or emotionally. Her mom made sure of that. But yes, she exists. And I still think about her. Every birthday. Every year.”The wind blew hard, tossing my hair around my face.I didn’t know what to say.So I said nothing.Justin walked toward me, his eyes desperate.“Please don’t walk away. Not without knowing everything.”I looked at him—this man who had been my anchor, my storm, my peace, my c

Chapter 56: You Don’t Know the Half of It“I’m ready to talk,” I added.“Let’s walk,” he said simply.So we walked—slowly, side by side, the air between us delicate.“You know,” I started, “you could’ve told me from the beginning. I would’ve understood. I’m not the kind of girl who runs just because life gets complicated.”“I know that now,” he said. “But back then... I didn’t know if I could deserve you.”My heart clenched. “You don’t get to decide that for me, Justin.”He stopped walking.We were in front of a small café with fairy lights and gentle jazz music spilling into the sidewalk.“I know,” he whispered.We sat. Ordered coffee.And then he began to tell me everything.How Summer was conceived during a rough patch in his life—one reckless night with Cassandra after a heated argument with his father.How Cassandra left without saying goodbye.How she resurfaced years later, asking for financial support but not emotional ties.How he agreed—thinking that was what she wanted. Wha

Chapter 58: After the Data LeakI couldn’t sleep.I lay on the edge of the bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to everything that was falling apart. My heart was a mess of contradictions — guilt, sadness, fear. And somewhere in the chaos, a stubborn flicker of love that refused to die no matter how badly it had been bruised.Justin hadn’t spoken since he saw the news.He just stood there in the living room, staring at the television screen while the words FRGR insider, whistleblower, data leak scrolled across every major headline. I watched him process it all — jaw clenched, fists tightening at his sides, and that look in his eyes... not anger. Not betrayal.Heartbreak.And that made it worse.He didn’t yell. He didn’t accuse me. He just turned, walked to the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of whiskey in silence.Now, hours later, the tension still hung in the air like fog that refused to lift.I sat up and wrapped a blanket around myself. I found