Semua Bab The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell!: Bab 31 - Bab 40

ABIGAIL'S POVDarkness swallowed me first. It gnawed, pulling me downward, and for a moment I was weightless, floating through some empty void where my breath didn’t seem to exist and my body wasn’t mine.Then something snapped. A sound. A scream. Mine? And suddenly everything rushed in.I opened my eyes and I was standing in a room I recognized but didn’t remember. A wedding hall.Gold drapes fell in shimmering waves. People cheered. A piano played softly. And there I was, dressed in a white gown, hands trembling as I stood beside Alexander, whose jaw was tight, whose eyes looked more hollow than loving.I watched it like a ghost trapped inside a memory I couldn’t escape.“Smile,” someone behind me whispered in the memory. “You must smile, Abigail.”I turned toward the voice and saw Georgina.Her hand was on my back, her nails digging in lightly. To anyone else it looked affectionate. But the pressure was a threat disguised as support.I forced a smile.Alexander looked at me like I

ABIGAIL'S POV I sat in the lawyer’s office, my fingers trembling as I held the papers that could change everything. My heart pounded not with fear, but with a cold, simmering satisfaction. The contract Richardson had shown me was real, yes, but the signatures were forged. Every line, every clause, screamed deceit. Alexander sat beside me, his hands clenched into fists on his knees. His eyes were fixed on mine, full of that unwavering concern that always made me grit my teeth. Even now, as I contemplated revenge, part of me still felt that ache in my chest whenever I looked at him. But this time, that feeling was a tool I could use, Just as he had used me all my life for three years, It was definitely my turn.“I’ve confirmed it,” I said, my voice steady, though my pulse raced. “The contract is real, but the signatures were forged. This is our chance to expose Richardson, publicly. And Georgina too.” I paused, letting the weight of the words settle over us. “I want everything they’ve

ALEXANDER'S POV The moment I saw the blood pooling beneath her head, my entire body seemed to stop working. For a second, I just stood there, frozen, staring at the woman lying lifelessly on my office floor. Her hair was spread around her like a dark halo, and the ugly gash across her temple glistened with fresh blood. I felt the air leave my lungs, sharp and violent, as the realization slammed into me all at once.She wasn’t breathing. She wasn’t moving.“No, damn it, no,” I whispered, dropping to my knees beside her. My hands trembled as I reached for her shoulders, shaking her lightly. “Hey wake up. Hey. Can you hear me?”Nothing. Her body remained limp, heavy, disturbingly still.Panic surged up like fire burning through my veins. I pressed my fingers to her neck, desperately searching for a pulse but her skin felt like warm clay beneath my touch. No movement, no rhythm, nothing that gave me a reason to breathe.Everything inside me exploded at once. Fear. Confusion. Disbelief. R

ABIGAIL'S POV I did not wake up to sunlight.There was no gentle warmth spilling across my skin, no soft glow brushing against my eyelids the way morning usually announced itself. What woke me instead was movement—an unnatural stirring of air that made the hairs on my arms rise even before my eyes opened.When I did open them, it wasn’t the ceiling I saw.It was Joselyn.She stood by my window, her back to me, fingers gripping the heavy curtains as she adjusted them with deliberate slowness, letting just enough light seep into the room to announce her presence. The audacity of it stole the air from my lungs. For a moment, I simply stared, convinced my half-asleep mind was playing tricks on me.Then she turned slightly, and I saw the smug curve of her lips reflected in the glass.I shot upright.“What the hell are you doing in my room?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t bother correcting it.Joselyn didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look startled. She turned calmly,

RIHARDSON'S POV The glass trembled in my hand, liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim, but I didn’t care. The burn of whiskey was the only thing that felt real, the only thing that cut through the numbness that had been settling over me like a suffocating fog. I sat slouched against the leather chair in my study, the dim light casting jagged shadows across the walls, my mind spinning in a thousand directions and yet nowhere at all.I couldn’t tell anyone, not my men, not my associates, not even Joselyn about the chaos clawing at my empire. The thought alone tightened a cold fist around my chest. As the Mafia lord, as the man everyone feared, I wasn’t allowed to falter. Not publicly. And yet here I was, every day, inching closer to a breaking point I couldn’t articulate, couldn’t share.Abigail. The thought of her, of her steady presence in this storm, made the glass in my hand tremble even more. Even in the haze of alcohol, even with the world threatening to crumble around me,