My Millionaire Husband’s Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

I looked over at Officer Pennet just as he delivered what felt like the final, cruel blow straight at Jessie.“Did you know that your husband, Alan, was having an affair with Blaire?”The words hit the room like a dropped bomb.I shoot a glance down at Jess the moment her body tenses as if bracing for impact. From where I stand behind the couch, I can’t see her face—but I don’t need to. I can feel the shock rippling off her. I can imagine her expression: the confusion, the disbelief, the betrayal chewing through her composure.“W-what?” She stutters, the word catching in her throat like a shard of glass. She sounds trapped, cornered under Pennet’s glare. She’s under duress—anyone with a pulse could see that.But Pennet pushes on anyway.“Were you aware that your husband has been having an affair with your half sister?”He repeats himself slowly, condescendingly, as if Jessie were too stupid to comprehend him the first time.“She understood the question, Mike.” Officer Miller snaps, th

I knew something was wrong with Blaire the moment I stepped inside the bar. Her posture was rigid, her back straight as a board, but her face… it bore an expression of rage without using a single craniofacial muscle. Not a twitch. Not a flinch. Her jaw didn’t clench; her brows didn’t furrow. Instead, the fury radiated from her like heat off asphalt. And her eyes—God, her eyes were dead. They drifted around the room with a mechanical lack of precision, following movement without truly seeing it. Anyone who didn’t know her would mistake the look for boredom or even mild irritation. But I’d known Blaire far too long. And my profession had trained me to recognize the subtle tells beneath the surface—the quiet storm before her psyche snapped in half. I hurried toward her, praying she hadn’t completely lost herself again. The last time she did, I ended up with a bag of ice pressed to my face, and the police still had an open file trying to “locate the unknown assailant.” If only they kne

“Blaire?” I said lightly—gentle, harmless. Better to play oblivious than try the shrink method again. Reasoning with her was like tapping on thin ice; one wrong pressure point and the whole surface would give way and finding the exit point would near the impossible.“Oh, sorry. I lost my train of thought for a second. Silly me.” She quickly responds.That smile—God. It stretched across her face like it had been rehearsed in the mirror a hundred times. Too smooth. Too polished. A smile meant to hide the crack in the foundation, not fix it.“Tell me you’ll at least think about this for a few days before doing anything rash.” I needed time. Time to warn Alan, time for him to stage whatever twisted damage control he was capable of.“Oh, of course.” She laid her hand over mine on the bar—warm, tense, possessive. “There’s nothing to worry about.”But I was worried. Her mood shifts were crashing like waves: sporadic and unpredictable. It wasn’t subtle anymore. The more she flipped between ra

“Alan?” His silence as he stood there was beginning to worry me. His pacing had stopped. He was frozen in this moment. “Just leave.” He says quietly as he turn to walk into the kitchen without so much as an expression. I can tell that this revelation has shattered him.“Alan, you deserve to know the truth but don’t let this tarnish what little memories you have with your father.. We all loved your father. He was a great man. He loved both you and Olivia in the best way he could.” He did. His love for gambling was just too great for him to make better financial decisions.“LEAVE!” He roared as he turned around. His face was burning red with fury. He would never think of his father in the same light again.“Alan, please.”“You know what, before you go, does Olivia know?” His eyes are squinting at me in disgust. He feels betrayed by me as well.I bow my head again.“You never told her either, did you?” He asked rhetorically, almost mockingly.“I couldn’t bring myself to.” “You didn’t t

I watch carefully as Jessie lowers the phone, her hand trembling before she finally lets it rest on the coffee table. For a long moment she just sits there, shoulders slumped forward, breathing in shallow, uneven pulls. Her eyes stare vacantly ahead—glassy, stunned, trying to absorb what she’s just learned. She looked distraught in a way that made her seem smaller and even more fragile than before.And although every instinct in me urged me to pull her into a reassuring embrace, another part of me held back—because comforting her wouldn’t stop the chaos circling her life. What she needed was answers. Answers that could bring justice, and—eventually—some semblance of peace and true freedom.Miller clears his throat, seemingly uncomfortable with his position in making Jessie upset.“Do you think Blaire is also a suspect in either of Jessie’s cases?” I ask and watch as he looks to Pennet quietly, his gaze flicking between Jessie and me.Pennet leans against the back of the sofa, arms cro