All Chapters of Shared In Tangled Sheets : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Xander sat behind the wheel, the engine of his car off, the interior dim except for the soft blue glow of the dashboard. Beside him, the private investigator flipped open a file, the faint rustle of paper too loud in the enclosed space.“Before we continue,” the PI said quietly, “you should understand that once you know this, you can’t unknow it.”Xander kept his eyes forward. He didn’t usually conduct meetings like this, he wasn’t used to what now seemed like his new normal.Parked cars and disposable phones. He was used to predictable situations and behaviors but predictability had left his house weeks ago.He was already tired. Tired of pretending nothing was wrong, tired of watching his wife split herself in two, tired of sharing his space with a man he wanted gone.“Continue,” he told the PI in a very clipped tone. The alley behind the tinted windows was narrow and suffocating. Brick walls rising on either side like silent judges. The place smelled like rust and neglect, mirror

Ava stood in the doorway of her study, her arms folded tightly across her chest.“Tristan.”He didn’t look up immediately.He sat comfortably behind the desk, scrolling through his phone like he had nowhere else to be. Like nothing in the world could disturb him.“Hmm?” he murmured.Her jaw tightened.“Did you move money from my account again?”That got his attention. He slowly lifted his gaze to hers, calm and completely unbothered.“What was it for this time?” she asked.He leaned back in the chair, stretching lazily.“Oh… that.”Ava’s stomach twisted. “That,” she repeated sarcastically. “You act as if it were nothing.“Because it’s nothing,” Tristan said chuckling like it was funny. “Don’t do that,” she said quietly.“Do what?”“Act like it’s not a big deal.”Tristan shrugged. “Technically… It’s not a big deal.”Ava’s eyes flashed with anger, “Tristan, you transferred almost thirty thousand dollars from my account.”His brows lifted slightly. “When you say it like that, it sounds

The call came just as Ava stepped into the office."Ms. Moore, the board is waiting for you in the conference room," Justine said through the intercom.Ava frowned. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. It was 9:13am. The board wasn't scheduled to meet until next week."Did they say what it's about?" she asked, already walking toward the elevators."No, ma'am. Only that they need you immediately."A strange feeling settled in her stomach."Okay," she murmured.The elevator ride felt longer than usual. By the time the doors slid open on the executive floor, she could already feel eyes on her.Employees looked at her quickly then looked away. Some whispered and others avoided her gaze entirely.Ava's steps slowed as she began to notice the eyes on her, she knew something was very wrong.She stopped outside the heavy oak doors that concealed the conference room. For a second, she simply stared at them. Then she straightened her shoulders.Whatever it was, she'd handle it— she always did

Ava was exhausted when she stepped into her home. She had gotten used to the cold welcome the house gave whenever she got back. She missed when she got home and Xander was already making dinner. When her home was warm and welcoming.Aca heard no sound except the soft clicking of her heels against the marble floor as she walked in.She felt so heavy— physically and mentally, her bones felt like lead and all she needed was a hot bath.She dropped her handbag onto the console table and closed her eyes for a second.Seven days… It kept ringing in her head. She only had seven days to save her company and prove she wasn't a thief.She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and forget the world existed."You look terrible.”Xander's voice made her startle a little before she opened her eyes.He was standing in the living room, dressed casually, with a glass of whiskey in his hand.A bitter laugh escaped her, she wondered how long he had been standing there.“How long have you been there

The meeting with the proprietor had been brief. Ava walked into her office and found Mr Hawthorne in her chair. The sight of him in her seat made the reality of her losing her position as CEO very real. "Any progress?" He asked, his fingers steepled on the polished desk.Ava straightened in the chair opposite him. "I'm following every lead I have, sir. I'll get to the bottom of this."His expression remained unreadable. "I hope so, Ms. Moore. Your seven days are quickly running out."Ava swallowed the knot in her throat and nodded. "I know. I won't waste the opportunity you've given me.""See that you don't."The truth? She had nothing. No suspects, no evidence, no leads. Nothing.By the time she returned from walking Mr Hawthorne to the elevator, her headache had become unbearable. She rounded the corner toward her office and stopped.Tristan was leaning against the reception desk at the Accounts department, smiling as he whispered something to his very willing companion.Ava walke