บททั้งหมดของ Dear husband I can live without you : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Dear Husband, I Can Live Without You 💙Chapter 162Anna’s eyes fluttered open as the morning sun spilled through the sky, kissing her face with warmth. For a brief, hazy moment, she didn’t recognize where she was — only the smell of earth, grass, and the faint chill of dawn around her. Then it hit her.The valley.Last night.Gerald.Her heart skipped. Memories of tangled limbs and breathless whispers came rushing back, painting her cheeks a deep shade of pink.She turned carefully, her bare skin brushing against his. Gerald lay beside her, his arm draped protectively around her waist, his chest rising and falling in slow, peaceful rhythm.Anna tried to pull her legs free from between his, but before she could move away, his grip tightened.“Stay like this for a while,” he groaned, voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. His face nuzzled into her chest, warm breath tickling her skin.Anna cupped his face, smiling softly. “You better wake up, Prince Charming,” she teased, her voice l

Penelope descended the stairs slowly, her slippers making faint, lazy sounds against the polished floor. The late afternoon sun spilled through the wide glass windows, throwing gold streaks across the living room. Andy was slouched on the couch, eyes glued to the television. His brows furrowed in concentration as the calm but grim voice of a newscaster filled the air. “The body of a young woman was found early this morning in the Los Angeles River...”Penelope froze halfway down the stairs. Her pulse quickened. She continued her descent, trying to steady her breath as she eased onto the couch beside him.The camera panned to the victim’s photo.Her throat tightened.Nora.Her heart nearly stopped.Andy sighed heavily, shaking his head in disbelief. “Such a beautiful young lady,” he said softly. “Who would have the heart to murder someone like that and toss her into a river like garbage?” He rubbed his chin, grief and disgust mingling in his voice.Penelope forced a smile, though her

“I’m so glad you’re out of that shitty place,” Vivian said as Anna eased herself into the backseat of her Mercedes-Benz 4Matic. The leather felt impossibly soft under her fingers as she clicked the seatbelt into place.“Yeah,” Anna sighed, leaning back, letting the tension in her shoulders ebb a little. “I’m just…so glad this is over. My name is cleared.”Vivian started the engine, the low purr vibrating against her thighs. “I’m glad too,” she said, her eyes scanning the street. “But I still don’t get it. How could the cops not catch the real culprit?”Anna yawned, exhaustion making her eyelids heavy. “I don’t care right now. I just…want to go home.”They drove in silence for a few blocks, the city lights flickering like tiny stars across the dark asphalt. Vivian slowed in front of a grocery store. “Bestie, hope you don’t mind… I need to grab some groceries.”“Alright…” Anna muttered, distracted, her phone vibrating in her hand.Vivian slipped out of the car and into the store, the ev

“What do you mean, Vivian did it intentionally?” Anna snapped, her voice trembling with disbelief. Her eyes, glistening with tears, locked on Erick. “How can you even say that? You think she wanted this to happen to her?” Erick’s hands trembled violently, his chest rising and falling as though he couldn’t draw in enough air. Gerald’s strong arms kept him from lunging at the walls, the hospital corridor ringing with Erick’s ragged breaths. Anna placed a steadying hand on Erick’s shoulder, her own tears still streaking her face. “Erick, look at me,” she pleaded softly. “It wasn’t Vivian. She didn’t know. She drank it by accident.” Erick whipped his head around, eyes blazing with fury and heartbreak. “By accident? By accident, my baby is gone, Anna! My baby!” His voice cracked, echoing against the sterile walls. “Do you even understand what this means?” “I know,” Anna whispered, her throat tight. “I know it’s horrible. But whoever did this, they meant me, not her. Vivian is innocent

Anna sat back in her office chair, the polished leather cold against her skin, and stared at the wall in front of her. Her mind churned like a storm-tossed sea. It was maddening. Days of investigation, endless interviews, and still—no evidence on Gina or Naya. No proof to tie them to the poisoning that had almost destroyed Vivian. Every possibility was a dead end. Coconut milk? A dish Vivian had eaten earlier? The trail evaporated before it even began. Her heart ached in ways she could not fully name. She knew, deep in the marrow of her bones, that Naya and Gina were capable of cruelty, but the world allowed them to stroll free while Vivian’s life lay in shards. Her best friend’s heartbreak, Erick’s silent suffering, the fragile threads of family—they all hung in the balance, dangling because justice had no teeth. This is my fault, Anna thought, her chest tightening painfully. If I hadn’t insisted Vivian attend that birthday party, none of this would have happened. None. She could