All Chapters of His Accidental Mrs : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

When dawn broke over Miami, I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the condo and watched the ocean roll in — soft waves erasing old footprints before the sun even touched the sand.Inside, the house felt like a glass cage. Every surface gleamed. Every room was too quiet, too perfect. But behind the calm, I could feel it — the pulse of a secret that wouldn’t die just because we were tired of dragging it into the light.Eliana’s voice drifted up the hallway. She was reading to Lucian again — a story about a boy who hid a treasure under a tree that only he could find. The same story, over and over. Maybe she thought if he heard it enough, the truth buried under his skin would make sense when it finally came for him.I stepped into the living room just as Vanessa knocked once and let herself in. She dropped her phone on the counter — screen cracked, her eyes bruised with exhaustion.“We found her,” she said.I didn’t ask who. I just waited.“Tara’s alive,” Vanessa continued. “She’s be

The windshield wipers fought the downpour like they were clinging to life. Miami nights were never gentle when they decided to break. Streetlights blurred into watercolor smears, neon signs flickering between half-closed gas stations and late-night diners that never cared who was running from what.I kept one hand locked on the wheel, the other gripping my phone so tight it dug into my palm.Tara. Coral Way. Fifteen minutes ago. If the timestamp was real, she was either still waiting — or already cornered.I took a sharp right, tires sliding a breath too long on wet asphalt. My thoughts rattled louder than the rain. Why was she out here? Why didn’t she call? And why the hell did Eliora want me to see it?Because this wasn’t random.It never was.I spotted the bus shelter just past a pawn shop and a boarded-up laundromat. The kind of stretch of Coral Way you avoided if you had anywhere better to be.I killed the headlights halfway down the block and coasted to the curb.She was there.

They kept her in a holding room downtown — plain walls, flickering overhead light, metal chair. The kind of room that eats the noise and spits back only the truth you’re too tired to hide.I stood behind the glass for a long time before going in. Watching Eliora sit with her hands folded neatly on the metal table. Her hair had come loose, a dark wave over one shoulder, almost soft if you didn’t know better. If you hadn’t spent years unspooling the poison she wove into every sweet smile.Consuelo stood beside me, arms crossed. “We push tonight?”I nodded. “She won’t stay quiet. She thinks she’s still holding something.”“She probably is.”Vanessa leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on the same figure behind the glass. “She’s always got one last secret. But this time we’ve got her surrounded. No escape. No spin.”Inside, Eliora turned her head, as if she knew we were watching. Her eyes locked on mine — dark, bottomless. No fear. No apology.Just that promise: You have

The marina at Coconut Grove looked abandoned from the street — a scatter of old storage sheds and battered sailboats rocking softly under the moon. But the second we pulled up, I felt it — that heavy hush, the kind that settles over a place where someone thinks they’re safe because they’re alone.Vanessa killed the headlights a block out. I stepped onto the pavement, my shoes crunching against the grit and salt. The air smelled of old bait and brine, the water black and restless at the docks.Beside me, Consuelo’s team slipped into position — two unmarked cars, four agents spread wide in the shadows. Amelia thought she was calling the shots. She didn’t realize she’d been cornered the moment she opened her mouth.Eliana stayed in the car with Tara and the kids. We’d argued about that, but in the end, she knew I was right — this was mine to finiish.The warehouse was an old boat storage shed — rusted tin roof, wide enough to house two dry-docked sailboats on cracked concrete blocks. I s

I watched them lead Eliora away through the narrow hall that once felt too big for just Eliana and me. Her footsteps echoed softer than her voice had ever been, a ghost wearing skin she no longer deserved.I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. I just listened to the silence that replaced her, the way an old bruise throbs when it knows it’s finally healing.When Consuelo’s agents disappeared into the rain with her, the storm outside seemed to lose its bite — just wind now, just water tapping at the windows, harmless again.Behind me, Eliana came to stand at my shoulder. She didn’t touch me. She didn’t have to.“She’s really gone,” she whispered.“For now,” I said. Because a wound that deep never closes without leaving something behind — something that might open again if we got careless.I turned to face my wife. The exhaustion in her eyes mirrored my own, but under it was the stubborn gleam that had kept this family from collapsing. She looked past me, into the nursery where Micah, Zaya, and L