All Chapters of The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ABIGAIL'S POV The first thing I became aware of was the cold.Not the sharp kind that shocks you awake, but the slow, creeping kind that settles into your bones and stays there, heavy and unforgiving. It pressed against my back, my arms, my legs. Concrete. I knew it without seeing it.I tried to move.Pain flared at my wrists immediately, and a low sound slipped out of my throat before I could stop it. Metal scraped softly. Chains. Or cuffs. Something tight enough to bite into skin.I froze.Where was I?I forced my breathing to slow, counting silently the way I’d taught myself years ago. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Again. My head throbbed dully, like I’d been hit with something blunt and heavy—which, if my memory was correct, I had been.The van.Hands dragging me. Asphalt rushing past. A flash of sky.My stomach twisted.The baby.That thought cut through the haze faster than fear ever could. I twisted as much as the restraints allowed and dropped my chin, pressing

RICHARDSON'S POV.I had gone through the case file so many times that the edges were starting to curl.That alone irritated me.At this point I just wanted him get to the root of everything and know exactly what was going on. Ever since Abigail disappeared it has been from one case to another. At first I was just focused on finding Abigail, but someone Alexander just managed to enter the picture. I knew he was husband but then I still wanted her and the baby. Abigail was the only thing that brought meaning to my life and I wasn't going to give up on that.I didn’t miss anything at all going through the files, infact I went through each lines twice. Every page in front of me felt familiar. Crime scene photos. Statements that read rehearsed. Timelines that aligned a little too perfectly. Alexander’s name sat at the top of every document like a verdict already carved in stone.Guilty.That was what they wanted the world to believe.I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a hand over my fac

GEORGINA'S POV.Looking at my screen right now, this was the most funniest thing I've seen all year. How can she be so dumb to think that I will not know that she's definitely going to try an escape? What does this clown take me for, a fool? I let out silent laughter as I gulped my drink and adjusted the monitor.I watched her run.The screens in front of me were arranged in a clean row, each one showing a different angle of the lower corridors. Black-and-white footage. No sound unless I wanted it. I sat back in my chair, fingers loosely folded, eyes tracking Abigail’s movements as she stumbled out of the ventilation shaft and into the service tunnel.She was faster than I expected. Breathing like her lungs were tearing apart.I didn't know what excited me the most, the fact that she was just wasting her energy, or how funny she looked running.One of my men straightened beside me. “We can end it now,” he said. “She’s exposed.”“No,” I replied calmly.I didn’t look at him. My eyes sta

ABIGAIL'S POVI had lost count of how many hours I had been in that cell.Time did not move normally down there. It stretched and folded in on itself, turning minutes into hours and hours into something shapeless and cruel. The concrete floor leached the warmth from my bones, and no matter how tightly I wrapped my arms around myself, the cold still found its way in. My body ached in places I had not known could ache, my neck from sleeping upright against the wall, my wrists from the cuffs they had removed only hours earlier, my head from crying until my eyes burned and then crying some more because stopping had felt worse.I was exhausted in a way that went beyond sleep deprivation. I was tired in my spirit, tired in my will, tired in the part of me that had kept surviving when everything else had said I should not.The cell was too quiet.That was what made me lift my head.Footsteps echoed faintly down the hallway outside my cell. Not the lazy, careless pace of the guards who checke

GEORGINA'S POV I watched them run.From the private exit corridor I saw Richardson and his men moving through the facility like they already knew every route so well. Of course my men had failed where I had explicitly told them not to.My fingers curled so tightly around the railing that my knuckles blanched.Abigail was never supposed to leave this place alive.Not after everything. Not after what she knew about me now.Richardson’s presence confirmed what I had been refusing to say aloud for weeks. That the shadows I had built my empire in were thinning. That I was gradually losing everything I took time to get for myself.I inhaled slowly trying to calm myself for the meantime.Still, fury burned hot and wild in my chest as I turned away from the surveillance feed. The heels of my shoes struck marble as I strode down the corridor, my reflection multiplying in polished steel walls.By the time I reached the command room, what was left of my men had already assembled. Their posture