All Chapters of My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As Ivy and Lincoln tried to console me in the center of the cold, echoing parking garage, I could feel their words bouncing off the walls of my mind without ever reaching me just as they resonated through this very hollow garage. I sat there, a trembling bundle of nerves and bruised thoughts, my back pressed against a concrete pillar slick with condensation. The smell of oil and damp pavement clung to the air. My hands felt clammy. My chest tightened and my fingertips were tingling.Even in a new home, a different place entirely, I couldn’t escape him. I was still prey — still being hunted by my husband like some injured animal. The idea settled over me like a second skin.Later, when we returned to Lincoln’s apartment, I dropped onto the couch as though gravity had doubled, my body refusing to move any further. The cushions did nothing to soften the ache in my bones. Ivy sat down beside me, her presence a quiet anchor in the storm. She took my hand in hers, a warm, steadying weight t

I scanned the garden as Sherry mentions every herb grown in the nearby vegetation garden which is used for both an activity and for consumption in their facility. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a word. I was focused more so on finding Alan.“What a wonderful garden.” I respond promptly as she smiles at me in anticipation of a response.“Isn’t it? We try to provide the absolute best of comforts to each and every client we have. Shall we confine to the recreational area? I think you’ll enjoy the amenities we have there - they would be very beneficial for your grandmother.”“Please, lead the way.” I smile as rehearsed. Sherry’s demeanor had returned to its usual perky and inviting self. Almost unnerved, as though it had never been altered, by the image of that young man in the mental ward in the first place.Maybe once Alan was dealt with, I could help her. Or maybe it was best to leave it alone.It isn’t until we reach the doors of the recreational center that I catch a glimpse of someone w

I watch as Alan takes the call from who I presume to be Jessie and returns to his ‘hidden gem’ to inform her that he’ll be leaving. I watch carefully as he informs a nearby nurse with a key card that reads Sophia of his departure. She nods understandingly and makes her way to the mysterious woman.Suddenly, there’s a bell ring from the long end of the corridor. It sounds almost like a grandfather clock? And within a moment, Sherry’s attention is brought to a halt.“I’m sorry but I’m needed at another wing. Why don’t you take a seat here or ask a nurse about some of our amenities? I’ll be right back.” She tried to seem calm and collected but there was an underlying sense of urgency.Was that some sort of alarm they used to alert certain staff without scaring clients or guests and family members? A bit odd if you ask me - but it did offer the perfect opportunity to chat with Sophia and try to collect as much information as I could in this client of hers. So I casually make my way over

After weeks of hiding—both myself and the injury I had sustained during that disastrous attempt at an attack—I had finally begun to feel physically whole again. The deep bruises that once painted my cheekbone had faded enough for makeup to mask them entirely. On the surface, I could pass for fine. Normal. Untouched. But beneath that careful façade, a storm still brewed, most of it directed at Blaire and her staggering lack of consideration. Her indifference cut deeper than any blow I had received.Still, I couldn't keep avoiding the world forever. And it had been far too long since I’d seen my niece, Olivia. The ache of her absence pressed on me like a weight, and I missed her more than I could admit aloud. That morning, I decided it was time. I got in my car and took the same route I always did—out past the old overpass, through the winding back roads, all the familiar turns burned into my memory from the weekly visits I used to make without fail.Olivia had always held a special pla

It had already been a week since the discovery of Alan’s sister Olivia. Ivy had tried to find out more information about her but every source of information had been a dead end - as though they had been purposely erased or covered up and there was no use in going back to the nursing home again - they had already seen her face and became wary of her questioning.I had made the decision, finally, to furnish my apartment and stop hiding from it. For too long, I had lived like a guest in my own home, retreating to Lincoln’s place next door whenever the emptiness became too suffocating. It wasn’t just the space that felt foreign; it was me. If I was going to embrace the reality of being a divorced woman, then I needed to learn how to be alone—truly alone, without clinging to the comfort of someone else’s life.So, I filled the bare walls with color, with textures, with things that I’d once thought were frivolous—plants, paintings, a plush throw on the couch. It helped. I won’t deny that it