All Chapters of My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Are you fucking crazy?” The words tore out of me before I could cage them. I felt the heat rising from my chest up into my throat, a pressure that made my voice shake at the edges. I was never the first one to implode—never—but this time was different. This time, it was about her. “You really think it’s a good idea for Jessie to meet with him—alone, without me? Even with your hypothesis? Even with her current physical state?”If it had been Pennet who’d suggested it, I’d have created a crater in the center of his face without a second thought.Miller held his ground, but his jaw flexed—tension, guilt, maybe even reluctance. “Lincoln, I’m aware of how this sounds. Trust me, I’m less than enthusiastic about this, but Alan is one of our leading suspects. This is an opportunity to safely get a possible confession—or at least plausible cause for a search warrant on his assets and records. We have to see any and all that we can.” His palms raised in a way that showed harmlessness.“What abo

I could’ve allowed Lincoln to build the fortress of pillows in between us both. That would’ve been the respective thing to do - seeing as I’m still married, technically. But I knew that without feeling his presence nearby, I’d set into a panic. Lincoln had become my only sense of security and I’d come to depend on him greatly.“Can I stay next to your side like I did in the hospital?” I ask reluctantly. I sigh in relief as I watch Lincoln pause and a lift his arm in response.I quickly nuzzle into his side - shamelessly and I feel my body instantly relax and my eyes become heavy. “Thank you.” I whisper softly as I drift off into a much needed slumber.It’s sudden but I feel a bright light shining on my face. Is it morning? I open my eyes, blinking rapidly until my eyes adjust. No, this isn’t morning. It’s UV lighting. But where am I? I try to turn my head to look around but I’m only able to force my eyes to move. All I see are small flashes of white walls. My body feels heavy like

I had woken a few times throughout the night to the sound of Jessie shifting beside me—small, restless movements that pulled me just far enough from sleep to register that she was still awake. Each time, I’d turn toward her on instinct, draping a protective arm around her shoulders or her waist in a half-conscious attempt to anchor her. I wanted to be more present, more alert for her, but exhaustion had sunk its claws into me. My body would betray me within seconds, dragging me back into a heavy, dreamless void.I told myself she was sleeping too. I wanted to believe it.It wasn’t until morning—until the pale, gray light of seven a.m. leaked through the curtains—that I truly woke. The bed felt wrong beside me. Too still. I turned my head and found Jessie lying rigid on her side, facing the wall, her eyes open and unblinking. She didn’t react when I shifted closer.A cold thread of unease curled through my chest.“Jess,” I murmured softly. “Did you manage to get any rest?”“I tried,” s

“Jessie, are you ready?” I hear Lincoln ask from the other side of the bathroom door. His voice is steady, but I can hear the strain beneath it—the careful calm he always uses when he’s worried about me.We’d poured over the lists of resources the nurse had given me until the clock betrayed us and reminded me it was almost time for my lunch with Alan.“Almost,” I answer quietly, my voice barely carrying over the sound of the running sink.“Okay. Officer Miller and Pennet just arrived. We’ll wait for you in the living room.” A brief pause follows, then the hollow thud of his footsteps retreating down the hallway. Each step sounds heavier than the last, like the weight of what’s about to happen is pressing down on all of us.I turn back to the mirror one more time. My reflection looks… passable. My hair is brushed and falls softly over my shoulders, my face freshly cleaned and carefully concealed beneath layers of makeup meant to disguise the purple and yellow shadows blooming along my

The café comes into view at the end of the street, its windows shining against the bright gleaming sky. I pull into the lot and park a few spaces from the entrance, my hands still clenched around the steering wheel long after the engine goes silent. My chest rises and falls unevenly as I take a moment to breathe, to gather the fragments of courage scattered inside me.Alan’s car is already here—parked just a few spaces ahead of mine. The driver’s seat is empty. My stomach tightens. He’s inside. Waiting.Across the lot, I spot Officer Miller, Pennet, and Lincoln cruising past in their SUV with deliberate casualness. They slow just enough for me to notice before pulling into a space directly across from the café. Close enough to see me. Close enough to intervene if everything or anything goes wrong. Just like Officer Miller promised. The sight of them steadies me a little, a thin thread of reassurance wrapped around my nerves.One last deep breath. If I was going to do this, I had to at