My Millionaire Husband’s Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

“I’ll have all your documents mailed over to the judge to finalize your divorce, Ms. Dawson. We should have the final declarations by the end of next week.” I say as I walk out my last client of the evening.“Thank you, Lincoln. Please call me if there’s any updates.” She says as she leaves happily.“Of course.” I answer as I open the door to my office, escorting her out and locking the front entrance doors of my practice.I’m just headed back to my office when I hear my phone ring. I hear the ringtone and am quick to answer - seeing as I know it’s Jessie and it’s the anniversary of her parent’s death. Normally, I’d offer to have gone with her, be her support system even, but I was flooded with mediations and client meetings today which left Jessie to go through the pain of visiting her parents resting place on her own. “Hey Jess, how are you?” I ask sympathetically as I pack my tablet and finalized documents into my briefcase. I suddenly freeze at the lack of response on the other e

It took so long for Alan to see that his ties to Jessie were nothing more than superficial strings but after Rebecca’s call informing him about Olivia’s surprise visitor, he’d finally woken to that notion. I watched as his jaw clenched, his knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone with immense pressure and he looked off into the distance as though he were contemplating his next step carefully.“What is it, love?” I ask obliviously. Better to act absent-minded than sinister when his rage was at its peak.“She took things too far this time. I told her that she didn’t want this divorce. I told her that I’d meet with her and it was all a diversion so that she could put someone in place to find out information about Olivia. Rebecca just got notified by her caregiver that there was a strange woman there and her only questions were about Olivia and I. And she only appeared after I left to meet with Jessie - who didn’t meet me at all. Because she never showed up.” I could see his body t

The ambulance is cold, the air is sterile and just as still and when I first entered and the atmosphere is stifled by the weight of my tears as we listen to the sirens blaring just overhead while being driven to the hospital. The examination was overbearing. Hearing all that had happened to me in the form of all my injuries felt like a an enormous mound of boulders being stacked on my already beaten and fragile spine.But what felt worse was having Lincoln listen to it all. I felt his hand squeeE onto mine every time the words became a burden on his soul and his intensified the guilt in mine - maybe I should’ve done this alone and spared him the pain. That would have been fair. He didn’t deserve it. It’s not his fault.Im snapped out of my own mental rabbit hole when the sirens turn off and I feel Lincoln’s raise his head, uncovering mine to look around as if trying to catch as glimpse of hear any small sound.“I think we’re here. They’re going to have to wheel you in on a hospital

I must have lost consciousness during the MRI. The last thing I remember was the initial injection of dye to ensure my organs would be visible, the hum of the machine, cold and rhythmic like a mechanical lullaby—and now, I’m waking up in a hospital room cast in dim, muted light. Shadows stretch long across the floor from the single low-hanging bulb overhead, and a sterile chill lingers in the air, heavy with the scent of antiseptic and something faintly metallic. But I can also catch a hint of one familiar scent.There’s a sharp, throbbing pain in my right arm, and instinctively, I try to lift my hand to rub it away. But my arm halts midway—jerked abruptly by resistance—and a metallic clank echoes in the silence. What was that?Startled, I glance down.A handcuff encircles my wrist, tight and cold against my skin, chaining me to the bedframe.“What… is this?” I whisper, barely recognizing the rasp of my own voice.Lincoln is seated beside me, his expression cautious but not surprised

I watch as she tries to keep her tears at bay and her emotions from opening like a floodgate but the sheer thought of what had just happened was now being freshly replayed in her mind. Her body was reliving the experience, her mind was envisioning that warehouse and replaying every single scene like it was happening to her all over again. Lincoln quickly becomes a barricade, sheltering her from view and using himself as a homing force to keep her from falling into the void that was this unresolved trauma. She could feel his arms wrapped around her protectively. That was probably the only male touch she could bare at this time. “She needs a moment.” I hear him say from deeply within in chest. It wasn’t a request nor a statement. It was a demand. It wouldn’t allow any exceptions. “Okay. Take all the time you need, Jessie. I know this is hard for you.” I rise to my feet to leave the room but am stopped by a soft voice. “No, it’s okay. I can continue.” “Jess, you can take a break. You