My Millionaire Husband’s Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

I had just settled onto Lincoln’s couch, the cushions still cool beneath me, when he disappeared down the hallway to shower. The apartment felt strangely quiet without him—too quiet. I hugged my sleeves over my hands and tried to breathe.Then my phone rang.Officer Miller.A shudder rolled down my spine, from the base of my neck to my ankles, cold and instinctive.“Hello?” I answer, forcing calm into my voice as I lift the phone to my ear.“Hey, Jessie. It’s Officer Miller… or Colin. Whichever you prefer.” His tone is gentle, almost hesitant. Nervous.That alone makes my pulse jump.“I know,” I reply a little awkwardly. “I still have your number saved from the card you gave me. It was right after my first attack.”“That’s right. I remember that day.” There’s a brief pause—heavy, weighted with memory. “I’m actually off duty, but I wanted to personally update you on your case… if that’s alright with you.”“Of course,” I say, even as panic quietly coils in my chest.“Pennet and I update

I’m just about finished with breakfast after a surprisingly good night’s rest when I finally glance at the clock.Guess it’s time to head to the precinct, switch vehicles, and pick up Jessie and Lincoln.I grab my keys and step just outside my door when I’m greeted by my next-door neighbor standing in the hallway with her morning paper tucked under her arm.“Good morning, Colin. Nice to see you home for once,” Mrs. Thompson says with a teasing smile.“Nice to see you too, Mrs. Thompson,” I reply with a quick wave as I lock my door behind me. I head to my car, the cool morning air waking me up as the day officially begins.After switching cars at the precinct, I drive straight to Jessie’s residence. I pull into the parking garage and park just in front of the entrance before heading inside, my eyes constantly scanning the lobby out of habit.“There doesn’t seem to be any immediate threat,” I murmur to myself as I press the elevator button for her floor.The doors slide open, and I step

The office seemed nice enough at first glance. Soft lighting warmed the neutral-toned walls, and the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air—likely pumped through hidden vents to quiet anxious nerves. Plush chairs were arranged neatly in the waiting area, a small table stacked with outdated magazines meant to offer a harmless distraction. Everything about the space suggested comfort and safety—an intentional illusion designed to put clients at ease.That calm shattered the moment the doctor stepped through the door to the left.The slow creak of the hinges seemed to echo my sudden unease. The sound was soft, ordinary—yet it landed like a warning bell in my chest as I looked up at her.She appeared to be in her mid-forties, with long blonde hair falling in polished waves over her shoulders, sharp hazel eyes, and perfectly manicured nails painted a deep, deliberate crimson. My pulse stuttered as recognition sparked—not of her, but of the description that had been burned into my memo

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice thick as I dab at my cheeks with the crumpled tissue in my hand. “I shouldn’t have gotten so emotional. I’m just… I’m only making this appointment take longer.” My shoulders sag with guilt as fresh tears threaten to spill. “That’s alright, Jessie,” Officer Miller says gently, his voice steady and sincere. “Today is on your time. There’s no rush.” His calm presence helps my breathing slow, even if my chest still feels tight. “Can I ask you something?” I murmur after a moment of silence. “Sure.” “Is everything okay?” I ask, studying his face carefully. “You’ve changed since we got here. You seem more cautious… more reserved.” I swallow hard. Is there something I should be afraid of? He shifts in his chair, adjusting his posture as if settling into full alert. “I’m just being vigilant, that’s all.” “You’d tell me if there was something wrong, right?” My voice trembles just slightly. “I wouldn’t have to,” he responds firmly. “I’d already have you ou

Time to utilize my last standing ace card.My fail-safe. My soundproof plan—the one move I had left.My fingers tremble slightly as I scroll through my contacts, heart thudding harder with every familiar name that flashes past. When I finally find the number, my thumb hovers for a brief, dangerous moment before pressing dial. There’s no turning back now.The line rings once. Twice. Each second stretches like it’s taunting me.“Good morning, Prestige Preparatory Academy. How may we direct your call?” the receptionist answers in a bright, practiced tone.I instantly smooth my expression and soften my voice. No need to rouse suspicion. Panic would only ruin everything.“Hi, this is Blaire Adler,” I say evenly. “I’m calling on behalf of my son, Jeremy Smith. I’d like to withdraw him from the Academy and make arrangements for him to return home.”“Certainly, Ms. Adler. Please hold for just a moment.”I place the phone on speaker and set it on the counter. My hands move automatically as I p