บททั้งหมดของ My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

I watch as Officer Miller and Ronaldo finally emerge from the back room, and relief washes over me when I see Colin is still in one piece. Mina and I are just finishing the floral arrangements for my parents, the scent of fresh lilies and eucalyptus hanging in the air like a soft veil.“Ah, boys. Did you find what you were looking for?” she asks, her tone warm but carrying that unmistakable note of authority she’s perfected over the years.Ronaldo glances at Officer Miller—quick, loaded, the kind of look that says more than words. Something happened back there. Something he’s not sure he should say in front of Mina.“Colin?” I jump in, keeping my voice gentle, careful not to sound as panicked as I feel. “Could I get your opinion on my floral arrangement for my mother?”A diversion. An intentional one. Mina didn’t need more worries on her plate today. And whatever Colin found—or didn’t find—could wait until later.“Oh—um.” He steps forward, kneeling beside me as his eyes sweep over the

The drive to Jessie’s parents’ burial site is quiet—uncomfortably and heavily quiet. The kind of quiet that has its own gravity. And even then, I don’t blame her. How could I?It’s a rare and terrible kind of grief to lose your entire family… and then to fear visiting them because the last time you did, you were nearly killed and brutalized. Trauma doesn’t take up space—it shrinks everything around it until it is all you have and all you can remember. It embodies you. Even conversation is impossible.I keep my hands steady on the wheel and my mouth shut. There is nothing I could say—no apology, no platitude, no attempt at comfort—that would make this easier. She needs presence, not words.When we finally pull into the small gravel lot, I slip the SUV into park and glance over. Jessie hasn’t moved. Not a twitch. She sits perfectly still, her fingers curled tight around the fabric of her sleeves, her eyes unfocused. Frozen. Heartbroken. Terrified. I can almost feel the war in her chest

The drive back home is uncomfortably silent—so silent it makes the hum of the car feel like pressure against my ears. I can’t tear my thoughts away from what Officer Miller told me. No matter how many times I replay it, the implications only twist tighter.Blaire may not have acted alone.Alan may have been an accomplice in my attack.The idea alone makes my stomach churn.She had no knowledge of the anniversary of my parents’ death. She never asked about their burial location. She had no way of knowing about Mina’s shop—and yet my attacker did. He knew exactly where I’d be and when.That wasn’t a coincidence. That was clear precision.He followed my movements without ever tailing me. Even Blaire’s delusional audacity didn’t stretch that far.So what does that leave?Had he lied about everything he said during that lunch? All those confessions, all those carefully placed fragments meant to earn sympathy—were they fabricated?Is Olivia actually as disabled as he claimed?Is Jeremy even

Rebecca, Jeremy and I are all enjoying the Ice Age movies when I have to step away to answer my phone. To my surprise, it’s Olivia. She usually never uses her phone, nonetheless, calls me. Something must’ve happened to her. I feel my heart sink and answer quickly.“Olivia, is everything okay?” I try to control my breathing and tone as to not frighten her.“Yeah! I had the best day today and I wanted to share it with you!” Thank goodness - she’s fine. She’s safe.“Okay, let me hear it. I’m all ears.” I say as I lean against the kitchen counter.“I got to make a new friend after she came to visit me today! She was so lovely!” A new friend?“A new friend? What new friend?”“She was so pretty and she promised to come back next week and see me again.” Olivia keeps rambling as I begin panicking. What the hell is Blaire up to?“Olivia! Who came to see you today?” I ask sternly.“Am I in trouble?” She asks sadly.“No, no. You’re not in trouble. I just want to make sure that’s you’re safe. Ca

“Another case file down, Diana. How many are left?” I ask dryly, watching yet another divorcee leave the office—disappointed, flushed, and still clinging to the fantasy that rejected advances were somehow negotiable.“Just one,” Diana sighs dramatically. “She’s been the toughest. All she has to do is sign the final settlement and mediation agreement, but she refuses to come in unless you’re here.” She rolls her eyes so hard I’m surprised she doesn’t sprain something.“It’s been sitting on my desk since the day of that lawn party.” Her lips press into a tight, thin line, the universal sign for I’m so done with this nonsense.“No kidding?”“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’ with extra spite—her way of happily dumping the problem back into my lap.“Let me see it.” I hold out my hand. She drops the file into it like a cursed object. One glance at the name and—of course. The newly Ms. Dickinson.Perfect.She was the worst one yet. Not only aggressive in her pursuit, but relentlessly handsy—to the po