All Chapters of Married To My Best Friend; Her Blood, My Passion : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Evans' POVI opened my eyes to find Hailey still asleep beside me, her face turned toward the window where morning light filtered through the curtains in soft golden streams, she looked peaceful like this, unguarded and soft, not twisted with the confusion and hurt I'd been putting there for weeks.Last night felt like old times, like we might actually survive this nightmare I'd dragged us into, like maybe there was still hope for us.I slipped out of bed carefully, my feet silent on the cool hardwood floor, grabbed my phone from the nightstand and walked to the bathroom.The screen lit up with notifications that made my stomach drop, seven texts from Valarie, each one angrier than the last."Where are you?""We had plans""You can't just ignore me Evans""Remember what's at stake""Answer your phone""This isn't a game""Don't forget our arrangement"I'd cancelled on her for the first time yesterday, sent a single text that said "family emergency, can't make it," then turned off my p

Hailey's POVI stared at Calix standing in my doorway looking like he'd crawled through hell to get here, Evans beside me was a wall of tension."Nancy is asking for me?" I repeated, trying to make sense of his words."Yes," Calix nodded frantically, "she keeps saying your name, she won't calm down until she sees you.""That's impossible," I said coldly, "she doesn't even know me""That's what I thought too," Calix's eyes locked on mine, "but she does, she knows things about you Hailey, things she shouldn't know."My skin prickled, "what kind of things?""I can't explain it here," he glanced nervously at Evans, "you need to see for yourself, please, she's in bad shape and you're the only thing that seems to reach her.""This is ridiculous," Evans stepped between us, "my wife isn't going anywhere with you at this hour.""Where have you been?" I moved around Evans to face Calix directly, "I tried calling you for three days.""I'm sorry," he ran both hands through his hair, "I was dealin

Hailey's POVI was halfway down the basement stairs when my phone light caught something strange, this wasn't just a storage area, the walls were too smooth, too white, like a hospital corridor.I backed up slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs, maybe I should go back upstairs, maybe I was crossing a line I couldn't uncross, but my feet kept moving forward, drawn by something I couldn't name.At the bottom of the stairs I found myself in a narrow hallway, not the dusty storage room Evans had described, everything was clean and sterile, the floor was polished concrete, the walls were painted white, fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead.This wasn't right, this wasn't normal.I moved forward carefully, my phone clutched tight in my hand, the hallway stretched ahead of me, several doors on either side, all closed, all identical.Then I heard it, Evans' voice, it was way more louder and coming from somewhere ahead.I froze, pressing myself against the wall, what was he doing down

Hailey's POVI sat at my desk staring at the same design sketch for the third time, my pencil hovering over the paper but not moving, nothing made sense anymore, every time I closed my eyes I heard Evans' voice echoing in my head.The girl in there, Hailey doesn't know anything yet.What girl, who was he talking about, was it Nancy like Calix kept saying, and if it was Nancy, why was she in our basement, why was Evans keeping her from me."Hailey," Claire knocked on my office door, making me jump, "you okay, you've been staring at that paper for twenty minutes.""I'm fine," I forced a smile, "just thinking through the design.""Well your phone keeps buzzing," she pointed to my desk where my phone screen was lighting up, "might want to check it."I grabbed it as she left, three missed calls from Calix, a text message that said we need to talk, it's urgent.My finger hovered over the delete button, Evans would want me to ignore him, to block his number and pretend he didn't exist, but I

POV: HaileyThe drive home later that day was stuffy, terribly so, and the silence was heavy, really heavy, like a lead blanket thrown over us, we hadn't spoken anything since we left the café where Evans and Calix had that terrifying fight, and every minute felt like an hour, truly unending. I sat staring out the window, clutching the manila folder Calix had given me, the papers inside crinkling loudly, feeling the sharp points of the corners poking my chest, physical proof of the nightmare that was now my life.Evans finally parked the car in our mansion's garage, but neither of us moved right away, we just sat there in the quiet darkness, with the engine off, the air thick with everything we hadn't said, all the secrets that had just exploded in my face."Say something," I finally managed to whisper, my voice was barely there, thin and wobbly, like a guitar string about to snap, "tell me it’s not true, tell me Calix was crazy, just say anything, Evans, please, lie to me one last ti