All Chapters of Married To My Best Friend; Her Blood, My Passion : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

POV: EvansI watched Hailey sitting on the cold floor of the secret basement, staring at Nancy’s glass chamber. Her face was blank, like someone had erased all the color and life from it. She looked completely broken, and it was all my fault.I knew I had failed. I had promised Hailey no more lies, but in that moment, seeing her total devastation, I knew the full truth was too heavy for her. It made her weak, and right now, weakness was deadly. Dr. Frost and Valarie were closing in. Hailey couldn't fight them if she was broken by my betrayal.She had asked me to leave her alone to think. I went back upstairs, but I didn't go far. I walked into my private office and locked the door. I had to fix this, and I had to fix it now, before she ran to Calix or, worse, went straight to the police.I walked over to a hidden safe built into the wall. Inside wasn't money or jewels, but a small, locked metal box. I opened it with a special code. Inside was a tiny, glass vial filled with a clear, sh

POV: David WilsonI was sitting in my top-floor office, watching the city turn grey as the sun began to rise. I wasn't just working; I was waiting. I had already sent Evans a chilling text message—Calix is being dealt with. I suggest you focus on your business and keep your wife contained—just to let my younger brother know I was in control. Evans was too slow, too messy, and too emotional to handle a threat this serious.I pulled up the screen on my secure tablet. It showed a live feed from a camera planted near the cheap motel where that pest, Calix, was hiding. He was the root of all the recent embarrassment: the talk of "special bloodline," the claims about the basement, and the threats against the Wilson name.Calix had to go.I had given Evans a chance to handle the problem like a man, but I knew he would try to be soft. He would try to "just scare" Calix, as he planned with his simple-minded investigator, Marcus. I had already canceled Evans’ soft plan and replaced it with mine

POV: EvansI stood in my closet, staring at the navy suit Valarie had demanded I wear. It felt like putting on a clown costume for the saddest show on earth. My older brother, David, had just left, leaving behind a trail of cold fear and the huge mess he made by getting rid of Calix. Now, I was facing a different kind of monster: Valarie, the blackmailer.I had told Hailey I had an urgent late-night meeting with investors, another lie piled onto the mountain. The truth was, I was driving to Valarie’s fancy apartment for our first official "date," or what she liked to call our secret affair meeting.I checked the time. Seven-thirty PM. I felt physically sick. Every second I spent with Valarie was another betrayal to Hailey, but I had to keep going. Valarie had those dangerous secrets—the video of her kissing me and the proof that she was working with Dr. Frost—which meant she still had the power to hurt Hailey and Nancy. I had to play her game until I found a way to win.I drove to Val

POV: David WilsonI watched Evans from across the foyer of the mansion. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in a week. His tie was loose, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was gripping his phone so hard his knuckles were white. He was a mess.In the Wilson family, we are taught from birth that weakness is a choice. Evans was choosing to be weak. He was choosing to let a woman like Valarie pull his strings, and he was choosing to hide a freak show like Nancy in the basement. It was disgraceful.I checked my watch—a custom Patek Philippe that cost more than most people’s houses. It was 6:55 PM. The car would be here in five minutes."You can't take her, David," Evans said, his voice raspy. He stepped into my path, trying to look intimidating. It didn't work. I was taller, stronger, and I didn't have a conscience dragging me down."It’s a business dinner, Evans," I said smoothly, adjusting my cufflinks. "The Arnault group expects a Wilson presence. You are currently 'indisposed' with your

POV: Evans WilsonThe weight of the secrets I carried was finally starting to crush my bones. Every step I took toward Valarie’s penthouse felt like walking deeper into a swamp. I was drowning, and the worst part was that I was dragging Hailey down with me while telling her I was saving her.I gripped the steering wheel of the car, my breath coming in shallow hitches. The image of Hailey at dinner with David—looking so small and confused while my brother hovered over her like a vulture—burned in my mind. David was a shark, but Valarie was something worse. She was a ghost from my past that refused to stay buried.I took the elevator up, the silence of the lift mocking me. I had come here to end it. I didn't care about the company. I didn't care about the Wilson name. I just wanted my wife back. I wanted to tell her everything, even if she hated me for it.When the doors opened, Valarie was waiting. She was draped across a velvet chaise lounge, a glass of expensive Bordeaux in her hand.