All Chapters of My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

255 Chapters

Chapter 239: Alan’s POV

“Does anyone want to explain why I’m being brought back to interrogation?” I ask, my voice edged with annoyance. I should be preparing for my divorce proceedings in less than an hour, not being dragged through the precinct like some common criminal.“You’ve been requested.” The large officer says with little interest.I glance down at his badge as he walks beside me.Castro.“Requested by whom?” I press.“Just move.” He replies almost automatically.I grit my teeth but continue walking as he holds my arm in restraint — as though the cuffs around my wrists weren’t enough. The fluorescent lights above us hum as we pass through the corridor. Officers move around us, some pretending not to notice, others watching with subtle curiosity.Word travels fast in a precinct.Once we reach an empty interrogation room, Castro opens the door and guides me inside. The room is cold and sterile, nothing but a metal table, two chairs, and a camera mounted in the corner watching everything.My shackles

Chapter 240: Alan’s POV

“What’s your gain from this?” I ask cautiously. “You called me into interrogation to give me information that would implicate my aunt. Why?”I study his face carefully, watching for even the slightest shift in expression. Instead of answering right away, he leans forward in his chair, resting his forearms on the metal table between us.“I’m throwing you a lifeline,” he says quietly.“A lifeline?” I scoff, leaning back in my chair. “Is this a joke?”“No joke.”The confidence in his voice irritates me.“You give us something we can use against Rebecca,” he continues, “and we’re willing to offer you a reduced sentence.”“How about you get me out of here in time for my divorce proceedings?” I counter dryly, just as my attorneys file into the room and take their seats beside me.He glances at them briefly before shrugging.“No can do. I don’t work around legal proceedings.”His carelessness makes my jaw tighten.I look to my team, silently urging them forward. Henry clears his throat.“We

Chapter 241: Lincoln’s POV

“Are you sure that offering Alan is a good idea after what he’s done to Jessie?” I ask the Sergeant as he explains their next course of action.“Unfortunately, I am,” he replies without hesitation. “Rebecca has an unpredictable psychological condition, and with her background she could easily fool a jury. We can’t risk either her or Blaire being released.”He moves behind his desk, reaching for the crystal decanter resting beside a stack of case files. The amber liquid glints under the overhead light as he pours himself a glass of scotch, the quiet clink of glass filling the otherwise tense room.“What do you think, Jess?” I ask, turning toward her.She hasn’t moved.Jessie is staring blankly at the desk in front of us, her eyes unfocused, as though she’s somewhere far away. Her hands rest stiffly in her lap and not a single expression crosses her face.The Sergeant studies her for a moment before speaking again, his tone softening slightly.“I want you to understand that our precinct

Chapter 242: Jessie’s POV

The drive to the courthouse feels longer than it should.I sit quietly in the passenger seat, watching the city blur past the window in muted streaks of gray and gold. The late afternoon sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the road. Everything outside moves normally—people walking, cars stopping at lights, someone laughing on a street corner.Meanwhile, my entire life feels like it’s being dismantled piece by piece.Lincoln hasn’t spoken much since we left the precinct. His hands rest firmly on the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but I can feel the tension in him. His jaw tightens every now and then, the muscle jumping slightly beneath the skin.He’s thinking.He always is.And it’s become a habit after heI glance down at my hands folded in my lap, twisting my fingers together nervously.In less than an hour, I’ll officially be divorced.The word feels strange in my mind.Divorced.For years I thought marriage meant permanence. Stability. Safety.

Chapter 243: Jessie’s POV

I allow Lincoln to escort me to the seat reserved for us on the left side of the courtroom. His hand rests lightly at the small of my back, guiding me forward as the quiet murmur of voices fills the room.I try to avoid eye contact with Alan, but I can still feel his stare—heavy and relentless—boring into the side of my face like a physical weight.My chest tightens.As I take my seat, I lean slightly toward Lincoln and whisper in a nervously hushed tone.“How is he here?”Lincoln glances briefly across the room before lowering his voice.“He must’ve made an arrangement with one of the correction officers,” he murmurs back before straightening and stepping forward to approach the judge.I watch as Alan’s attorney rises as well.The moment I look closely at him, my stomach drops.Richard.Just the sight of him makes anxiety creep up my spine. I’ve met Richard before, and what always stood out to me was his fearless determination. He was ruthless in a courtroom—calculated, sharp, and un

Chapter 244: Jessie’s POV

The hour drags, each second stretching thin as I force myself to focus on Lincoln’s quiet instructions. His voice is steady, grounding—but it barely muffles the weight pressing down on my chest.“You should be paying attention to your husband.”Alan’s voice cuts across the room from the opposing table, sharp and deliberate.“And you shouldn’t be addressing my client,” Lincoln snaps, his tone turning instantly cold.“She’s my wife.”“Tell that to the judge.”The tension thickens, clinging to the air. I can feel Alan’s eyes on me again—burning, possessive, suffocating.“Jessie,” he says, softer now, as if that alone could undo everything. “I’m willing to forgive you. We can put all of this behind us.”For a moment, I can’t speak. My throat tightens, my hands trembling in my lap as the weight of everything he’s done threatens to silence me again.But not this time.“No.” The word barely leaves me, fragile but firm. I swallow hard, forcing the rest out. “Why can’t you just let me go?”The

Chapter 245: Lincoln’s POV

I follow the judge toward his chambers, casting one last glance over my shoulder.Jessie stands where I left her, the bailiff stationed firmly at her side. Her eyes find mine, uncertainty flickering beneath the surface of her composure. I give her a small, reassuring nod before the doors close behind us.Alan is already gone—escorted out in handcuffs, his protests fading down the corridor.Good.The judge says nothing as he leads the way, his silence heavier than any reprimand. The soft echo of our footsteps fills the hall until we reach his private chamber.He steps inside without pause.It isn’t until I follow him in that he finally speaks.“Close the door, son.”I do so quietly, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should. I take a seat across from his desk, keeping my posture straight, controlled.“May I ask why I’m here, sir?” I say carefully.The judge doesn’t sit right away. Instead, he removes his glasses, setting them down with deliberate precision before finally lo

Chapter 246: Pennet’s POV

“Your turn, Mike.”The words echo down the corridor as I make my way toward interrogation, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The station feels heavier today—like it’s holding its breath.“How was your crack at Alan Smith?” I ask, casual on the surface, though nothing about this case is casual anymore.Miller meets me halfway down the hall, rolling tension out of his shoulders. “Went just as planned. He signed a statement against Rebecca Smithsdale.”A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Well, that’s one domino down.” I crack my knuckles slowly. “Guess it’s time to take a swing at Blaire Crenshaw.”“What about Olivia Smith?” I add, glancing at him.Miller hesitates—just a fraction too long. “She doesn’t have anyone left. Not with all of them in custody. She’s scared.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I was thinking… maybe she could stay at my place. Just until we figure something out.”I stop walking.“Don’t fall for her, Miller.”His jaw tightens. “She just needs somewh

Chapter 247: Blaire’s POV

The death penalty?The words echo in my head, louder than anything he’s said so far.I didn’t kill anyone.No one’s even been seriously hurt on my behalf—unfortunately.“Am I the only one facing the death penalty?” I ask, forcing calm into my voice as I subtly readjust the neckline of my shirt, reclaiming control where I can.“You are.” His tone is flat, almost bored. “My sergeant wants me personally seeing to your expiration.”Expiration.The word grates against my nerves, but I don’t let it show.“And if I give you the source of those drugs,” I press, tilting my head slightly, “I avoid it completely?”“Yup.” He pops the p like he’s enjoying this far too much.I resist the urge to roll my eyes.“What about Rebecca?” I ask, watching him carefully. “You’d be a fool to let that maniac walk.”“She’s not going anywhere.”“And Alan?”He shrugs like it’s nothing. “He’ll probably be home in a month. Thirty days served, probation after that.”My jaw tightens.Thirty days.That’s all it takes

Chapter 248: Alan’s POV

sit in silence in the back of the transport vehicle, the steady hum of the engine vibrating through the metal bench beneath me. The air is thick, stale—recycled too many times—and it clings to my skin like a second layer.Never had I been so easily defeated.The thought replays over and over, each time sharper than the last.Defeated.And just like that, it’s over. No drawn-out battle. No appeal. No second chance to fight for what’s mine. One signature, a judge’s gavel, and I’m left with nothing.Divorced.The word tastes bitter, foreign—wrong.My fists tighten in my lap until my knuckles ache, the chains around my wrists biting into my skin as I flex against them. I barely notice the pain. My mind is somewhere else entirely.On him.That legal bastard.The way he stood there, calm and composed, like he had already won before the proceedings even began. Like I was nothing more than a formality.Like she was already his to take.A sharp breath escapes me through my nose, controlled bu

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