All Chapters of Married To My Best Friend; Her Blood, My Passion : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

Hailey's POVI found the letter under my pillow.I don't know how long it had been there. I had been sleeping in the guest room for two nights now, barely eating, barely talking, just existing inside the wreckage of everything I thought I knew. But this morning when I reached under my pillow for my phone, my fingers touched an envelope instead.No name on the front. No stamp. Just my name written in handwriting I didn't recognize.I sat up slowly and opened it.It was short. Half a page. The handwriting was rushed, like someone wrote it in a hurry.Hailey. By the time you read this I will be gone. I don't have much time to explain. Evans is not who you think. The affair with Valarie is real but the reason is not what it looks like. She is blackmailing him. He has a video. He has been doing everything she asks because she threatened your life. Ask him about the memory cocktail. Ask him what he put in your tea. Ask him why you forgot my name for three weeks. He did it to protect you. Th

Hailey's POV I needed air.After David left I walked straight through the house, down the corridor, past Evans' study and through the hidden door without thinking about it. My feet just took me there. Down the white stairs, through the cold corridor, into the chamber room.I didn't turn on the main lights. Just the soft blue glow from Nancy's tank lit the space. I pulled a chair close to the glass and sat down, my knees pressed together, my hands folded in my lap."I don't know what to do," I said out loud.My voice sounded small in the cold room.David had spent twenty minutes in our kitchen laying out his terms with the calm confidence of someone who had already won. Evans had said almost nothing. I had said nothing at all. I just watched David talk and felt something building in my chest that I couldn't name yet.After he left Evans had looked at me and asked, "What are you thinking?"I had walked away without answering because I genuinely didn't know.Now I sat in front of my sis

HaileyI stared at the photograph for so long my eyes started to blur.Evans noticed I had gone still. He glanced at me from the driver's seat. "What is it?"I turned the phone toward him. He looked at the screen for half a second then jerked his eyes back to the road. "Pull over," I said.He pulled over immediately, the car stopping hard against the curb. He took my phone and looked at the photograph properly. The color left his face slowly, like water draining from a glass."Who is that?" I asked."I don't know," he said."Evans.""I genuinely do not know," he said, his voice tight. "I have never seen that man before."I took the phone back and looked again. The man in the photograph was tall, broad shouldered, dressed in dark clothes. He was standing beside Nancy's chamber with his hand pressed flat against the glass, his back partially to the camera. His face was turned just enough to show a sharp jawline and dark hair.He looked completely calm. Like he belonged there."Someone i