บททั้งหมดของ Twice His Wife: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 157

The vault swallowed them in silence.The heavy door had closed with a groan that seemed to echo for an eternity, its weight final, like a seal pressed over centuries of secrets. The air inside was colder, stale in a way that made Anaïs’s breath catch as though she had stepped into the lungs of something ancient.Rows upon rows of cabinets stretched into the dark. Steel, glass, locked drawers. But at the center was what drew their eyes: a raised platform, circular, with a console that hummed faintly, alive even after years of dust and disuse. Blue light pulsed at its edges, like the heartbeat of something that had been waiting for them.Cassian stepped forward first. He didn’t speak, but his hand grazed Anaïs’s for the briefest moment, grounding her. Behind them, Maris shifted, her sharp eyes darting over the vault’s corners as though danger might step out from the shadows. The child clutched Anaïs’s coat, silent, staring wide-eyed at the walls that seemed too vast for human hands to h

The vault felt colder than before, though no air moved inside it. The shadows clung thicker to the walls, as if even light itself was reluctant to illuminate what they were about to uncover.Anaïs stood closest to the console, her breath catching with every line of text that flickered across its dim screen. Cassian had stationed himself behind her, one hand resting firmly on the back of her chair, the other free but tense, as though he were ready to seize the world itself if it turned against them. Maris lingered nearby with the child, her gaze sharp, protective. Crane leaned into the glow of the screen, scanning, his jaw locked.And Julien—still alive, still impossibly real—remained half in shadow. His presence unsettled all of them in different ways. He wasn’t a ghost anymore. He was breathing. He was watching.The files began to open.At first, they were just columns of numbers, spreadsheets of transfers and coded accounts. But then the strings aligned, the systems decrypted, and t

The world felt different. Not louder, not calmer, just… irrevocably altered, as though the air itself had absorbed the shock of what they had unleashed.By the time dawn reached Monteluna, the leaks had already crossed oceans. Screens flickered in cafés, in government offices, in safe houses like theirs. The names, the ledgers, the videos—they were everywhere. A storm of truth that no single firewall or network could contain.But in the farmhouse, there was only silence. The kind that comes after something has broken wide open.Anaïs sat by the window, her arms wrapped around the child as if anchoring both of them to the earth. The boy had fallen asleep on her shoulder, his small breaths steady, innocent in a world that had just been gutted.Cassian leaned against the far wall, the lines of his face drawn, his body taut from sleepless hours. He had watched the feeds with Maris and Julien until the night bled out, but now the screens were dark, and his eyes had nowhere to rest.Julien