All Chapters of My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

I walk over to Lincoln, who’s waiting just outside the ambulance doors, the metal panels still hanging open as Jessie is assessed inside.“Hey— is everything going alright over here?” I ask carefully, my eyes flicking past him for just a second.Jessie startles when she notices me watching.Lincoln stays rigid, his jaw clenched, and doesn’t answer right away.“I know it’s not the best time,” I add quietly, lowering my voice, “but you know how it goes. I need to get your statement for the record if we’re going to book him.”“Not here.” His reply is firm, final. He never takes his eyes off Jessie.He steps away from the ambulance, just out of earshot but still close enough to keep her in sight. I follow.“I came here because Jessie and Alan used to come here,” he begins, voice tight. “They studied here. Went on dates here. This is where he proposed to her.” He swallows. “When I saw her location had gone dark— no service— this was the most logical place.”He gestures behind me toward a b

“Thank you for your statement, Jessie. Officer Pennet and I are going to bring Alan into custody and book him. He should be arraigned within the next forty-eight hours. I’ll make sure to call you or Lincoln with any updates, okay?” Officer Miller explains gently.“Thank you,” I reply quietly, my voice raw as I try—and fail—to steady my breathing through the last tremors of unsteady tears.“Ready to go home?” Lincoln asks softly.“Can I go home with you?” The question slips out before I can second-guess it. The truth is, the thought of sleeping alone in that enormous apartment makes my chest tighten. His place feels safe. He feels like home.“That is home,” he says with a small, reassuring smile. “Come on. I can carry you.”He rises and opens his arms without hesitation. I stand shakily, my legs weak from exhaustion and trauma, and my body betrays me as the strength drains away. He catches me easily, cradling me close as he carries me past the pine trees and into the clearing where his

After listening to Pennet’s point of view, I decided to take the rest of the evening off to clear my head. Maybe there was some truth in what he was saying.Maybe the reason Jessie hurt so deeply was because she was still here—because I still had the chance to tell her how I felt, and instead I’d buried the thought completely, the same way I had after losing Monica. As if loving Jessie was something already lost, already too late.I get into my car and drive across the city to the cemetery where Monica Harnor was laid to rest. No one knew about this—not Pennet, not the department. I’d been coming here every week since her passing. It felt wrong to abandon her after everything she’d endured, as if absence might erase what she’d survived… or what she’d meant to me.The iron gates creak softly as I step inside. I follow the familiar path, passing rows of headstones I know by heart now, my feet moving on instinct. But as I approach Monica’s plot, I slow—then stop.There’s an older woman s

I sit curled into the corner of my holding cell after booking, jaw clenched, nails digging into my palms as my anger continues to fester. The last few hours loop relentlessly through my mind, each detail sharper than the last.Jessie didn’t want to have a baby by me.After all the times she’d begged—pleaded—for it, she suddenly changed her mind? The reversal makes no sense. Not after the years we’ve spent bound together, hands clasped in matrimony, building a life that was supposed to be unshakeable.It would almost be laughable if I hadn’t seen the marks on her neck with my own eyes.Marks left by another man. A man who had no business touching another man’s wife.How could she betray me like that?With Lincoln, of all people?I make more money than him. I always have.I can provide more. Better. More security. More comfort.And yet she wasn’t ashamed of those marks. She wasn’t trying to erase them—only hide them from me. That realization burns hotter than the image itself.She never

I was given the courtesy of avoiding a holding cell—though the interrogation room isn’t much different.Metal covers the narrow window. The lighting is dim and flickers intermittently, just enough to be distracting. The walls are too close, the silence too complete. There’s very little sound from outside these four walls, as if the room exists solely to isolate and unsettle.It feels intentional.As though this space was designed to erode composure through stillness alone.Even so, it’s better than where Blaire must be. Of that, I’m certain.I sit upright at the table, hands clasped neatly in front of me, posture composed. I wait for the attorneys to arrive—the team Alan had already alerted to the possibility of my legal involvement.Once they’re here, I’ll negotiate terms with Officer Pennet and cooperate fully. There’s no benefit in denying what I’ve done. He’s already identified me, and confirmation came quickly after—from that perceptive attorney whose very presence around Jessie