All Chapters of The Perfect Wife Walked Away: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

[Alice's POV]"No, Alice." Her voice was patient now. Informative. Just like a school teacher. The voice of someone explaining something obvious to a slow child."I solved a problem. There's a difference. Zorro was a liability. He had outlived his usefulness, and he was about to become an active threat. In any other context — in business, in politics, in war — removing a threat is not murder. It's strategy. It's survival."I heard her stand up from the chair. Footsteps — slow, deliberate, circling me. I tracked her by sound alone, turning my head slightly as she moved, maintaining what little awareness I could without my sight."But we're not here to talk about Zorro," she said, and the playfulness was back, light and cruel. "Zorro is over. Zorro is done. Zorro is a footnote — if that. By the time the police release his name, no one will care, because the story will have moved on. David and I will be planning a wedding. The baby will be due in a few months. And you..."She stopped. Ri

[David's POV]The scotch was a 2018 Macallan, and I was on my second pour when the phone rang.Not my personal cell phone — the landline in my study. The one almost no one had the number for. I looked at the handset on the desk, frowning. Lily had gone home to rest. The press conference had exhausted her — or rather, her performance of exhaustion had exhausted her, which was a distinction I had learned not to examine too closely.Adam was sitting across from me, in the leather armchair by the window. He had arrived an hour ago, unannounced, which was unusual. Adam Ballard didn't do unannounced. He scheduled everything — meetings, calls, meals, even emotions, as far as I could tell — and the fact that he had shown up at my door without warning told me something was wrong before he even opened

[David's POV]"I choose both," I said. "Lily is carrying my child. I'm not abandoning her. But I'm not leaving Alice to die, either. Whatever it takes, whoever I have to call, whatever it costs — I'm bringing them both home!”Adam's jaw worked. I could see the calculations running behind his eyes. The suspicion, the hesitation, the urge to reject anything I said on principle because the principle had become more important than the practical reality.Then something shifted. Something small but decisive, like a tectonic plate settling into a new position."You're not going alone!" he exclaimed."I don't recall inviting you."

[Alice's POV]I was standing on a narrow metal platform; a maintenance walkway, maybe, or a section of grating bolted to the exterior of some kind of structure. To my left was open air and darkness. To my right, a lattice of rusted steel — the framework of a bridge. An old bridge, industrial, the kind that might have serviced a hydroelectric dam or a factory in the mid-twentieth century.Directly below me, ran the river. I couldn't see it clearly. The darkness was too deep, the current too violent, white water catching fragments of moonlight and scattering them like shattered glass. But I could hear it. A low, continuous roar that seemed to come from the earth itself, as if the ground had torn open and was pouring its guts into the void.I looked up.Lily was headi

[Alice's POV]I watched him go. I watched him reach the west anchor point, grab the cable with both hands, and shout something to the security team — instructions, commands, the voice of a man who had finally, irrevocably committed. I watched him wrap the cable around his forearms and pull, his legs bracing against the railing, his whole body straining against the weight of the woman hanging below.I watched Adam.He was standing where David had been, at the center of the bridge, looking at me. His face was a ruin — the composed CEO, the controlled strategist, completely and utterly shattered. He was shouting something, but the wind took the words, and all I could see was the shape of his mouth moving, the desperation in his eyes, his hands reaching toward me across seven meters of empty bridge.