All Chapters of My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I watch from the doorway of the kitchen as Rebecca and Jeremy sit at the kitchen table, chattering animatedly while crumbs scatter across the surface. Cookies disappear almost as fast as the stories tumble from his mouth. Rebecca had always been a natural with kids—warm, attentive and endlessly patient.“And then, Samantha and I watched my favorite Disney movie!” he says, nearly bouncing in his chair with excitement.“That sounds like so much fun!” Rebecca responds, her eyes lighting up. “Maybe one night we can have a movie night and watch Disney movies together! You know, I have a favorite Disney movie too!”Jeremy’s face glows instantly, his smile stretching from ear to ear.“Yeah! And we can have popcorn! You’ll watch with us too, right, Dad?”“Anything you want, kiddo,” I reply without hesitation.This is the first time I’ll truly get to raise my son, and I intend to do it right. I’ll give him everything he’s missed—starting with small things like movie nights and bonding, and bui

“Where to, Jessie?” I ask enthusiastically as we make our way back to the vehicle. The high early afternoon sun glints off the windshield, warm and faintly blinding. I still can’t quite shake the uneasy feeling Dr. Smithsdale left behind—something about her felt off—but I force myself to let it go for now. There’s nothing solid to justify the suspicion. Just resemblance and instinct.Things I simply can’t justify in court.“I guess we can go home?” she says flatly, eyes fixed on the pavement.“What?” I stop short, genuinely offended. “You have me all day, and you want to go home? No sense of adventure at all?”She hesitates. “Well… what should I do?”“That’s not for me to decide,” I reply lightly as I open the car door for her. “But you do have an armed escort for the entire day—which means you’re one hundred percent safe at all times. You can do anything. Go anywhere.” I pinch the fabric on my shoulder where my badge would be, making a show of it.For the first time since we left the

After what felt like hours of circling the same useless thoughts, I came up with nothing. Every plan collapsed under its own weight before it could even fully take shape. Hiring someone to kill Jessie would cost an obscene amount of money—money I no longer had. Normally, that wouldn’t have stopped me, but I’m currently cut off and bleeding resources by the day. Desperate, yes. Stupid, no. And a hit like that would light up every alarm imaginable. It would be traced. It would ruin me.Every subpoena and flashing blue light would come for my throat, my freedom.Harming Alan would get me nowhere either. As infuriating as he is, I still want him. I still need him. And more importantly, I need him alive. Dead men are useless, broken men can be molded and living men can be owned and I planned on owning him. That meant that Alan was completely off limits.Jeremy crossed my mind next—leverage, a bargaining chip, a hostage or pawn if it came to that. But to get to him, I’d have to pull him fr

“Well, I never thought I’d see anyone handle wasabi like that. Color me impressed.” I laugh as Jessie slips her card into the check sleeve. She won fair and square.“Determination and the will to clear my sinuses.” She grins, wiping the corner of her mouth with her napkin.“Ah yes—never underestimate the cleansing power of wasabi.”“Never,” she agrees, just as the waiter returns to collect the bill. A second later, her phone buzzes with Lincoln’s name flashing across the screen. She answers quickly.Her tone softens, warm and familiar, and I force myself not to listen too closely. I pull out my phone, pretending to scroll, and text Pennet instead.Have you already gotten your list of questioning together?His response comes almost immediately. An odd thing for Pennet to do.No need to worry, Colin. I’ve got everything locked in for tomorrow.Surprising. For once, I’m the one getting a breather while Pennet does the heavy lifting. Refreshing… and suspicious.While Jessie keeps talking,

I sit in silence for nearly twenty minutes beside a very intimidatingly silent Ronaldo. His broad shoulders are rigid, his jaw set so tightly I can see the muscle twitch every few seconds. The only sound between us is the soft hum of the surveillance system and the occasional click as I skip through the footage. I knew that this wasn’t the time to speak.We watch countless people wander in and out of the floral shop during the same hour Jessie was here—customers carrying paper-wrapped bouquets, teenagers picking up corsages, an elderly man shuffling out with a single white lily. Not one person raises any red flags.Nothing suspicious at all.“Ronaldo,” I finally say, keeping my voice low so I don’t break the heavy atmosphere, “does Ms. Panelli own any delivery vehicles for the shop?”He shakes his head without tearing his eyes from the monitor. “No. All deliveries are handled by me. I take them in our SUV.” His response is automatic, clipped—his brain already working through why I’m