Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Last night went by peacefully. Alan seemed oblivious to my purchase and invitation of his mistress. He simply came home from work, sat down for dinner and we ate in silence.I could feel his eyes boring into me with every bite I took as I continued to play his loving wife.Then we went to bed with a word.Once I awoke, I got dressed quickly and prepared myself to head to the lake to make sure everything was going according to plan for Alan’s Lawn Birthday Event.“Leaving so soon?” I hear from behind me, causing me to jump. I hadn’t notice Alan was sitting on the couch behind me as I walked into the living room to retrieve my purse.“Oh. I just want to make sure everything is prepared for your birthday event today, that’s all.” I plaster my softest smile and turn to leave.“Jessie.” I hear Alan call behind me in an ominous tone. I feel a shiver as I turn around to face him. He was just behind me - almost touching chest to chest once I turned completely around. I feel my breath catch as

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were happily married.” The words stung as they rolled off of Lincoln’s tongue. I know he means well but it doesn’t take away the pain engraved in that phrase. We could have been. We could have been happy.We could have continued being happy for the rest of our lives if Alan would’ve allowed it. We have built a beautiful family together.I would have realigned the stars by hand to make that happen if I could. If he would have just allowed me to. Instead, he’s grown to intimidate, terrorize and patronize me. I snap back to reality where I stand just a few feet from the bank of the lake. The beautiful water glistening with sunshine playfully as I focus on the task at hand. Thankfully, the party seemed to be running along smoothly.I stand by and wait for Lincoln to approach Grace just like he suggested. I watch as the other ladies disperse.I waited just out of her line of sight, waiting for a signal to send a text message to the phone numbe

I know that waiting for Lincoln would’ve been the smarter thing to do but I couldn’t miss this opportunity. Only now, I wish I’d thought more thoroughly about my decision.My flats, although, very stylish and silent made walking a challenge as I slipped in the wet marshy grass with every step. I worried more that I would fall into the lake: creating a spectacle of myself than being caught by Alan first. I had to take extra precaution and because of that, I had lost sight of Alan and the woman who had accompanied him. It wasn’t until I reached the foliage that I could walk with ease again. The ground was drier here. It must be from the excess amount of trees, shrubs and tall grass - all seeking hydration. I then quickly and quietly regained my pace and tried to continue following. I couldn’t see Alan and the woman anymore but I could hear their footsteps through the tall grass and followed the sounds carefully. This has to be her. Why would Alan need to walk this far away from ever

I wandered farther and farther from the heart of the lawn party, the laughter and clinking of glasses growing fainter with each step. The cheerful music, once vibrant and full of life, dwindled into a distant, muffled hum, like the last notes of a dream slipping away. I moved with purpose, though I barely realized it—drawn by something, a hunch, a tremor in my chest I couldn’t quite shake. Even though I had decided that divorcing Alan was my safest option, I needed to know who this mistress is before I do.Then, just beyond the reach of the lake and behind an overgrown hedge, I caught sight of him—Alan. My breath hitched. I froze instinctively and slipped behind a cluster of tall shrubs, the leaves brushing against my arms like silent conspirators. I’d finally caught up with them.He stood several paces away, partially obscured by the dimness of the many trees that surrounded this area, yet he was unmistakable. His back was rigid, hands gesturing stiffly, his voice low and urgent. Opp

After losing all signs of which direction Jessie might have gone, an unease began to unfurl deep in my gut—slow and sickening, like storm clouds creeping over the horizon. It gnawed at me, a primal instinct whispering that something was very wrong. Jessie wouldn’t have disappeared from the party like this. Not without saying a word. Not unless she’d found what—or who—she was looking for. Or worse… unless something had happened to her.My boots crunched over a patch of disturbed moss, the faintest clue left behind. A flicker of hope surged in me as I picked up my pace, brushing past low-hanging branches and swatting away leaves as they clawed at my sleeves. The sounds of the party had long faded behind me, replaced by the hush of wind threading through the trees and the occasional chirp of an unsettled bird. I was moving faster now, nearly at a run, when I heard it—a faint splashing, like someone struggling in water.No. It couldn’t be. Could it?I froze mid-stride, the air catching in