All Chapters of My Millionaire Husband’s Secret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alan’s father did commit suicide as a result of the failure of his own company but it wasn’t that Jeffrey Adler had refused to or forfeited on any payments. Jeffrey had asked for an extension because of an error within a company with Jeffrey had subcontracted and supplied the copper too after it had been given to him in installment by Alan’s father (Oliver). But Jeffrey was an honest man and although that subcontract didn’t pay him, he took responsibility and had sold one of his properties to be able to pay his invoice and debt to Oliver.The real problem was that no one in Alan’s family had the slightest idea what was truly going on with Oliver. On the surface, he seemed composed—maybe a little distant at times, a bit more restless than usual—but nothing that raised serious suspicion. They chalked it up to stress, long workdays, or the natural wear and tear of adulthood. But beneath that thin veneer of normalcy, Oliver was spiraling.What they didn’t know—what he worked so hard to hi

How dare he scrutinize me after that I’ve done all of this for him? I’ve nearly sacrificed my entire youth waiting for him.I sat in the back view and watched him marry Jessie, watching the way he smiled at her the way men smile when they have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Jessie was Jeffrey Adler’s daughter — everyone whispered it like a blessing, like a pedigree stamped onto a paper ribbon — and I watched as the world rearranged itself around that name. For me, though, the ceremony was a different kind of ledger: it was a clean accounting of what I had been, and what I would never be to him.When it came to that man I was, in the coldest sense, fatherless. Not just because he had not taught me how to ride a bike or to hold a hammer, but because he had erased me before I even had a voice or a name. I remember the day my mother worked up the courage to call him: the way her whole body seemed to shrink toward the phone as if the plastic could protect her from what she knew wa

I was in the reading a book when my phone screen illuminated with the name I’ve come to dread after all I’ve seen him be so capable of.Alan.I almost think to ignore his call but I don’t have that luxury after the amount of money he loaned me to recover Peter’s business decline and gambling addictions. I tried convincing Peter to give me some kind of compensation to pay him back but seeing as this was a Hail Mary with no payment obligation, he felt this wasn’t necessary - a cop out. A classic Peter move.I sigh in defeat and I hit accept and put the phone on speaker.“What is it now?” I ask in exasperation.“Well that’s no way to answer to a friend.” His tone sends a wave of disgust through me.“Hi Alan.” I say through gritted teeth. I hated feeling like someone’s lapdog. Worse when it came to harming Jessie. “Hello Grace. I have a favor to ask.” He asks politely but I know there’s no option to refuse.“What is it.” I announce more in annoyance than ask in question. I knew this coul

It’s late by the time we make it to the Sargent’s office and he’s not happy. “Where the hell have you two been? I have a potential murder suspect sitting in the hospital. I need to see her file now.” He says as he sits back down in his chair with a hint of urgency in his tone. Officer Pennet hands our Sargent Jessie’s new case file, who opens it and freezes at the first photo and medical report just on the opposite side of the Manila folder.“Is this correct? It says here that our victim is only 4’10 and one hundred pounds?”“And according to the morgue…” I watch as the Sargent scrambles through a pile of separate files to locate Jessie’s attacker. “Ah, found it. Our kidnapper and proposed attacker was 6’5 and 280 pounds?”“That would be correct, sir.” Pennet and I both nod in unison.“It’s a miracle she’s not dead.” He says as he continues to scan through each photo copy of her injuries displayed on different pages showing every surface of her body.“Sir, we have right to believe h

I sit down at my desk across from Pennet after having enough caffeine to continue for the next few hours of our shift.“Hey Mike, don’t forget, we have to check and clear all emails and voicemails before we leave today or Sargent will have our asses.” Most precincts never checked their directory file but our Sargent ran things differently. He expected more and that’s what set us apart from most precincts in the surrounding districts.“And I bet you’re already on it, huh, Colin? Always the goody two-shoes.” He mocks as he takes another swig of his coffee.“Actually I was just about to log into mine. I’ve got to set the example for my underlings of course.” “Oh, is that so? Last I checked, we had the same score on our police exams.” Mike was a funny guy.“Before or after you sat behind me during the written exam?” I mock as I begin sifting through dozens and dozens of spam emails.“WOW, got me there.” He laughs as he types away on his computer. Mike might seem like the type of cop you’