All Chapters of My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

She’s shaking. She’s trying to surprise it but it’s obvious to me - I’m sure it obvious to Judge Anderson as well. I watch her closely as her eyes begin to welt in tears and feel a pain in my chest and the strong urge to stop this conversation, stand and remove Jessie from the room but I have to hold my professionalism. I wasn’t her friend in here. I was her counsel. And the judge was have none of the latter.“Jessie, it’s okay. If you’d like to leave me to speak for you, I can tell him what happened - to the best of my abilities.” I try to offer desperately in an attempt to soothe her.“N-no. I have to.” She says as she blinks away her tears.“Young lady, I can see this is straining. I want to clarify that I am not here to cause you harm. You are under no obligation to respond to me if you don’t feel well enough today.” He reaches into his desk, grabbing a small box of tissues and hands them to Jessie. I watch as she reaches for them with a shaky hand. We wait silently as we wipes

I watched the anguish and fear in her eyes, her demeanor and her posture as she stood there. She wasn’t ready to do this and I didn’t want to bring her here but I was under obligation and I felt it was better that I be the one to escort Jessie to the courthouse than another unknown face that she couldn’t trust.I watched as Lincoln sheltered her from all the glaring faces. The way that she clung to him, the same way my younger siblings often clung to me for protection as children. Only this was different, they weren’t siblings, they weren’t related at all and one felt strongly about the other.In the same sense that I do. Only he provides a comfort that I couldn’t. I’d been trying over a month to find the identity of her first attacker to no avail. That imposter of a nurse who had tried to kill Jessie was a ghost in the wind. And while I was chasing the shadows in hopes of finding her, I completely lost sight of the potential dangers ahead for the victim - allowing Jessie to be kidn

He thinks I don’t know that he’s gone to see her or that he sent Grace over there. How pathetic. I really thought more of Alan. I don’t know when he went so soft on me, but the thought that he was starting to care for Jessie enraged and disgusted me.I’m not going to throw away all these years of waiting. I can’t let him be with her and she can’t have him. If that big oomph would’ve been able to do his job right, she wouldn’t have been able to have anyone ever again. She’d be traumatized beyond repair. She’d never interfere in my plans again. I’m still at a loss on how the hell she was even able to kill him. Alan had picked the largest of men to complete the task he’d assigned - breaking her legs. In doing so, he hoped to teach her a lesson for closing in on Olivia. I mean, this man was apparently four times the size of her by minimum. I just don’t understand how it’s possible that he couldn’t have done his job.No matter now, he’s of no use to anyone, including me.I decide to wa

As the judge begins reading my medical report from the assault, the words on the page start to blur together, each one scraping against nerves that still feel raw. Before he even finishes the first paragraph, I rise slowly from my seat. “I… I need a moment,” I whisper, my throat already tightening. Judge Anderson nods without breaking cadence, and I slip out of the chambers as quietly as I can. I can’t stomach hearing the clinical breakdown of what was done to me—not again, not while I’m awake to feel every syllable and conscious enough to feel every single sliver of pain. The hallway is colder than I remember, or maybe it’s just me. I find the ladies’ room a few doors down and push my way inside, letting the soft click of the lock behind me feel like a brief reprieve from everything waiting outside. A safe haven of sorts. I make slow, shaky strides toward the mirror, the fluorescent light above humming faintly. When I brace my palms on the counter and lift my eyes, I almost don’t

The moment the car rolls deeper into the parking garage, a familiar heaviness settles in my chest. The hum of the engine echoes off the concrete walls, each vibration dull and low, like a warning I can’t decipher. Lincoln’s hand rests against his knee, but I can see the tension in the tendons of his forearm—tight, coiled, ready for whatever this is. He wasn’t comfortable about this either.I can feel Officer Pennet’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror. Not long enough to be obvious. Just long enough to let me know that I’m the one being observedSomething’s wrong.Something more than usual.I swallow hard. And feel a lump in my throat.“Jess?” Lincoln murmurs beside me, dipping his head slightly so his shoulder brushes mine. “You okay?”I nod, though I’m not sure why—habit, maybe. Reflexive politeness. Or fear of the answer if I say no. Like the word no coming from my lips would cause me to shatter.I see the folded piece of paper tucked halfway into Pennet’s jacket. I don’t know what