Todos los capítulos de Married To My Best Friend; Her Blood, My Passion : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 53

POV: Evans WilsonI sat in Valarie's living room until the sky turned grey with dawn. My phone buzzed constantly—messages from the hospital monitoring Nancy's vitals, alerts from the security system at home, and three missed calls from Marcus, my investigator.I couldn't answer any of them. Not while Valarie was watching me like a hawk from the doorway of her bedroom."You look tired, darling," she said, walking toward me with a fresh cup of coffee. She was wearing a silk robe that cost more than most people's cars. "You should rest. The morning photos won't be nearly as effective if you look like a zombie.""Photos?" I stood up quickly, my head spinning from lack of sleep."Oh yes," she smiled, that cold, calculated smile I had learned to hate. "The paparazzi I hired should be arriving downstairs in about fifteen minutes. Perfect timing for you to leave my building looking properly disheveled."My stomach dropped. "You called the press?""Of course I did," she set the coffee down and

POV: Hailey WilsonI was in my office, staring at the blueprints of the mansion on my computer screen, when my phone rang. It was Evans."Hailey," his voice sounded broken, hollow. "I need you to come home. Right now. Please.""Evans, I'm in the middle of—""Please," he interrupted. "This can't wait. I need to show you something. I need to tell you everything."Something in his tone made my blood run cold. He wasn't angry. He wasn't defensive. He sounded defeated, like a man who had finally given up fighting."I'll be there in twenty minutes," I said quietly.The drive home felt longer than usual. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. I kept thinking about Nancy in that glass chamber, about David's cold threats, about the photos I had seen online this morning of Evans leaving Valarie's apartment building at dawn.I had cried when I saw those photos. I had thrown my phone across the room and screamed into a pillow until my throat was raw. But undernea