All Chapters of The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ABIGAIL'S POVFor a second, I couldn’t breathe.My arms were still curved the way they had been when I was holding him. My fingers were still clenched like they were gripping fabric and warm skin and tiny bones.But there was nothing there. No breath against my neck. No trembling hands fisted in my jacket.A sound tore out of me before I recognized it as my own.“Tristan!”Smoke clung to the warehouse like it had no intention of leaving. It burned my lungs and coated my tongue with something metallic and bitter. My eyes watered, but I forced them open, scanning wildly, heart slamming so hard it felt like it might split my ribs.“Abigail.” Alexander’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears. “Thermal signatures spiked during the flash. Multiple rapid exits. I’m tracking..”“Track faster!” I snapped, already moving.I stumbled forward, kicking aside a fallen rifle, shoving through the thinning smoke. Shapes loomed and dissolved — steel beams, fallen crates, the slumped body of one of t

ABIGAIL'S POVThe sound of that gate sealing still echoed in my head long after the metal stopped vibrating.I stood there for one full second, palm pressed flat against cold steel, my breath fogging against the reinforced glass, staring at the empty tunnel where the van had disappeared.Then I stepped back.“Alexander,” I said, and my voice didn’t shake. It couldn’t afford to. “Get me back in.”“I’m trying,” he answered immediately, but there was strain there now. “The van rerouted through an external exit node. I’m reacquiring through city grid.”Richardson was watching me.Like he was trying to decide whether I was about to break… or become something worse.My hands curled into fists.“No,” I muttered. “No, no, no.”Because this wasn’t over.It couldn’t be.“Abigail,” Alexander said sharply. “Signal reacquired. Temporary. The van’s on Highway 17 heading eastbound. Speed increasing.”Relief hit so hard my knees almost buckled.“Patch me into its system,” I said.“Abigail.”“Do it.”

ALEXANDER'S POVThe moment I stepped fully into Abigail’s room, the air felt wrong.Georgina stood near the center of the room, her arm raised, fingers curved as if she were seconds away from striking. Abigail stood opposite her, back near the dresser, pale but unflinching, her chin lifted in that quiet, defiant way she had when she refused to be broken.“Stop.”My voice cut through the room like a blade.Georgina froze mid-motion.Abigail’s eyes flickered toward me, and for a fraction of a second, I saw relief there. Georgina lowered her hand slowly, turning toward me with a look that was almost offended.“You came just in time,” she said coolly. “You should see what your precious Abigail has been hiding.”I stepped further inside and shut the door behind me.“You have no fucking right to touch her,” I said evenly. “Not in this house.”Georgina’s lips curved faintly. “This house?”Her gaze sharpened. “You speak as though it belongs solely to you.”I ignored that.“What is this about

RICHARDSON'S POVI haven’t slept in three nights.Not since Abigail walked out of my gates with Tristan in her arms and Alexander’s shadow stretching behind her like a curse.The mansion feels different without my son’s cry echoing through it. The silence gnaws at me. It creeps into the walls, into my veins. I stand in the middle of my study, staring at the shattered glass on the floor. I don’t remember throwing the decanter, but the smell of whiskey burns sharp in the air.“They’re still not in the city, sir.”The words snap through my skull like a gunshot.I turn slowly to face Daniel, the idiot brave enough to deliver that news. His hands are clasped behind his back, but I see the tremor in his shoulders.“What did you just say?” My voice is calm. “We tracked their last vehicle sighting to the eastern tollgate,” he continues carefully. “After that… nothing. They switched cars. Our contacts at the ports and airports have no record. It’s like they vanished.”Alexander helped her di

JOSELYN'S POVThe first time I watched a man die because of me, I did not flinch.That was how I knew I had crossed the line and that I had no intention of going back.The warehouse smelled of rust and salt, the ocean breathing somewhere beyond the broken windows. I stood in heels too sharp for the dirt floor, my coat wrapped tightly around me as if the fabric could shield me from what I had done.The guard who had been leading the search for Abigail lay on the concrete, his body already cold. His eyes were half-open, staring at nothing. One of the men I had hired, a thick-necked brute everyone called Razor wiped his hands on a rag and gave me a nod. “Like you asked. No marks. No noise.”My stomach twisted, but I kept my chin high. “You’re sure?”Razor crouched and tapped the dead man’s neck. "It was a quick poison. He didn’t even know he was dying.”Because if Richardson ever suspected this had been anything but a mysterious death, he would tear the city apart until he found the tru