All Chapters of My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

She’s coherent again.She’s here completely and she knows.What’s more - she knows and she was understanding.I held onto those feeling for over ten years and this moment, was something close to what I’d consider a fever dream or a hallucination at best.But this could be drug-induced as well and there’s only way to find out. So I picked her up effortlessly and stepped into the cascading cold water.Her reaction was quick and she seemed completely alert, even continuing on with what we were previously doing so I pressed her back against the marble wall behind her - cold as it was. If it was drug-induced, I’d have known for sure by now.Instead, I watch as she gasps in shock and the pull me back in.This isn’t a fever dream. This isn’t drug-induced.This is her.I continue kissing her at her pace, never once trying to push her any further. A few minutes later, we’re both trying to catch our breath.“Can we please use hot water now?” She asks between shivers.“Sure.” I say with a sof

Normally, I’d dread having to pick up Miller for an early morning run, but this time was different. This wasn’t a routine check-in or another dead-end lead—we had a meeting with Mrs. Crenshaw. Blaire’s mother.A pivotal point in the investigation.Maybe even the end of it.The thought alone had been enough to keep sleep light and restless. I’d been desperate for closure since the case began—desperate enough to blur the line between anticipation and dread.I’d taken the patrol car home the night before to avoid waking up any earlier than necessary. After breakfast and a morning beer—something I told myself was for the nerves, not the habit—I beelined straight for Colin’s place.For someone so closed-off, he was surprisingly familiar with his neighborhood. Every house I passed earned a wave, a nod, even a smile. It was the kind of street where people watched through lace curtains and remembered birthdays. An elderly woman next door caught my attention as I stepped onto his walkway.“Are

I must’ve been out for hours because I’m awakened by a tiny sliver of light peaking through the black-out curtains, setting directly across my eyes as I bat my lashes tiredly. It takes me a few minutes to recollect myself to consciousness when I realize I’m tangled in black silk sheets and I can feel my naked body pressed against the warm chest of someone behind me.I turn my head so quickly that I probably induced whiplash upon all else and find Lincoln is completely asleep, the sheets thrown lazily over his hips as he laid on his side - almost resembling a Greek sculpture or a painting in the Sistine chapel and I breathe a sigh of relief. Every nightmare had me lost in fear and confusing trauma with reality at daybreak. Then I realize an utter soreness that runs through my entire body and find recollection of everything I’d had - no, we had done last night and my cheeks instantly start to flame red.We had taken that enormous leap from platonic to straight sexual relations and prof

“Now that we’ve finished breakfast and nearly killed one of my best employees via juice asphyxiation,” I say dryly, “how about we start the photography portion of the day?” I clear the plates from in front of Jessie and Ivy.“That sounds perfect,” Ivy says, already halfway out of her chair. “I just need to know the setting so I can pull the proper lenses.” She reaches for her camera case, fingers itching with anticipation.“Jessie?” I prompt, offering her an encouraging smile.“Well,” she begins thoughtfully, “I think the best way to divert—and completely shut down—our overly hungry clients is with an image that makes an undeniable statement. Something bold.” She glances at Ivy, then back at me. “They’ll be shot in the bedroom. Boudoir-style, but with a couple instead of just a woman.”Ivy freezes mid-motion, her mouth falling open.“I did not know you had this in you,” she says, stunned. “I’m officially impressed.” She nudges Jessie’s shoulder teasingly before diving into her camera

I watch calmly from the upstairs window as Blaire is dragged away by two police officers in casual clothing, their grips firm, unyielding.She didn’t need to call me. I had been fully aware of what was happening from the moment they stepped onto her porch. I’d kept a close eye on her movements for weeks—quietly, patiently—planning her eventual disappearance. This, however, was far more convenient.Keeping my hands clean meant absolving myself of any risk that could hinder my son—or delay my reconnection with Jessie.I watch as Blaire screams my name, her phone clutched uselessly in her hand, desperation etched into every frantic movement. Then one of the officers leans in and whispers something to her. Whatever he says drains the fight from her immediately. Her shoulders sag. Her face goes slack.Could it have been something about our son?Jessie?That single moment of silence tells me everything: whatever they have is worth my attention.Perhaps there is a reason to pay the precinct