All Chapters of Twice His Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The house had gone quiet. Not the safe kind of quiet, but the kind that felt like someone was holding their breath in the dark, waiting for something to happen.Cassian stood at the kitchen counter, both hands braced on the edge, head bowed. The low light made the lines in his face sharper, his jaw tight enough to hurt. He’d been like this for a while now—silent, still, caught between decisions he couldn’t name out loud.Anaïs lingered in the doorway. She had learned not to break this kind of silence too soon. There was something in his posture she recognized: the same weight he carried the night they’d first run, when the city behind them had been burning in more ways than one. But that night had been about survival. This… this felt heavier.Maris padded in barefoot, the hem of her sweater brushing the floor. She didn’t say anything to either of them, just went straight for the kettle. The sound of water pouring was almost too loud.On the table between them sat the drive. Julien’s d

The storm had passed sometime after midnight, leaving the world heavy with silence. The ground was damp beneath their boots, the air still sharp with the scent of rain. Dawn came reluctantly, like a secret too dangerous to be revealed, a pale smear of light climbing over the horizon.Anaïs stood at the window of the farmhouse’s upstairs room, her hand pressed against the cool glass. From this angle she could see the fields stretching into mist, the barn with its sagging roof, and beyond it the long line of trees marking the edge of the property. The world looked deceptively still. She knew better. Stillness was never safety, only the pause before the next fracture.Behind her, Cassian was awake, sitting on the edge of the bed where they had snatched a few hours of rest. His shirt was half-buttoned, his hands moving slow and deliberate, as though buying himself time. He had the look of a man cataloging every second. It wasn’t nerves; Cassian didn’t rattle. It was awareness, sharp and u

The night was heavy with silence, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The farmhouse walls creaked faintly with the shifting of timber, the wind grazing the shutters like a careful hand. Inside, Anaïs sat awake, the child pressed against her chest, small breaths puffing steadily against her collarbone. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Her eyes closed sometimes, but the weight behind them refused to loosen, as if her mind feared the moment rest came, she might wake to something worse than all she had already endured.Cassian moved quietly in the next room. She could hear him by the scrape of a chair leg, the faint clink of metal as he adjusted the pistol on the table, the rhythmic sound of a man who could not allow himself to rest either. They were both caught in the same trap: too much loss, too much fear, too much of Julien still lingering like an open wound they couldn’t decide whether to protect or let scar.Julien.His name alone filled the air like smoke. They hadn’t s

Sleep didn’t come easily that night. The farmhouse walls felt too thin, as if the night itself had ears. Every creak of wood, every shift of wind against the shutters, made Anaïs feel like something was waiting just beyond.She lay with the child pressed close to her chest, listening to the slow rhythm of their breathing. Cassian was a dark shape at the other side of the room, restless but silent. She could tell he wasn’t asleep. He rarely was, not anymore.Julien was downstairs with Crane, and though she told herself it was safer that way, her body still ached with unease. She had touched his hand earlier, felt the cold of it, the tremor. Alive, yes—but alive wasn’t the same as whole.When dawn finally broke, it wasn’t gentle. The sky came sharp and red, as if it too had been torn awake from something violent.By the time Anaïs made it down to the kitchen, Julien was already waiting, a map spread across the table. He hadn’t shaved; his eyes were ringed with exhaustion. Crane sat besi

The silence inside the vault was a silence that pressed against the ears, thick and absolute, as though the walls themselves had learned to swallow sound. When Cassian pushed the steel door wider, it gave a low groan that faded almost immediately into nothing, absorbed by the airless chamber beyond.Anaïs hesitated at the threshold, her pulse sharp in her throat. For so long, Julien’s drive had been the tether, the dangerous thread they followed through cities and safehouses, through fire and betrayal, through every dark turn. Now, it felt like the thread had pulled them here, into this underground cavern of truth, and there was no backing out.Cassian reached back, his hand brushing hers. Not a question, not reassurance. Just contact, steadying. She gripped his fingers for a moment, then stepped in.The vault stretched far deeper than she expected, longer than any bank vault she’d ever seen. Rows upon rows of metal shelves lined the chamber, each stacked with old hard-drives, servers