All Chapters of The Perfect Wife Walked Away: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

[Adam’s POV]“Are you sure the records you’ve unearthed are watertight?” I asked Clinton, once again.“Absolutely,” came the firm reply.I held in my hand a rather thick dossier of documents, the result of months of painstakingly investigated, covert lines of enquiry. Buried records stealthily uncovered that were never meant to see the light of day.I knew it was not the only copy.“And you’ve secured copies where no-one can gain access?” I asked.“Yes. Not only a sealed set lodged with my personal lawyer, but also another set stashed in a foolproof hidden location. And I won’t tell even you where it is.”“Perfect,” I said.Clinton Schmidt was a deep-dive forensic auditor. The smartest of his kind – and while there are very few of his kind in the world, they are all very smart.I found Schmidt when Elias insisted I step in as the CEO of his corporation. Outwardly, I was the model son, learning the trading intricacies of his global empire, sitting on the board of directors, taking cont

[Alice’s POV]Sensing my stress Dorothy Baxter quickly said, “No. No need to worry, Alice. It’s just that he’s developed jaundice. I need to let you know he’s been placed under lights and it may take a few days to get past it.”I relaxed a little. Phototherapy was the usual treatment for ‘yellow’ jaundice. I was aware that preterm babies can become jaundiced due to their immature liver at birth. Early detection and intervention is important to prevent complications and while it can occasionally be serious, most often it clears up without further problems.“Ah, okay. Thanks for letting me know, Dorothy. I’ll monitor his progress,” I said.“Sure,” she said as she turned to leave. “We’ll keep you informed.”Endall said, “Alice, do you want to go and see the baby? I can head off now, if you like.”“Thanks. I’ve got a chemotherapy session coming up, so I’ll call in to the NICU on my way back after that.”When I returned to my suite later in the day, I found Adam sitting in a chair, reading

[Adam’s POV]I have an appointment with someone formidable, and I’m looking forward to it being over and done with.I was aware that, in the cutthroat world of very big business, billionaires don’t always get to the top by entirely legal means. Some are ruthless in their rise to the top, treating other people like chess pieces who need manipulating, and can be disposed of if they get in the wayOthers are more humane but can structure deals that may teeter on the edge of legal. These barons of commerce employ very smart people who know their way around what is strictly legal and can sniff out suspect loopholes, ripe for exploitation.Whatever their suspicious path to immense wealth entails, empire builders rely on clever advisers and people who will keep their mouths shut, for the right price. And some even keep the unlisted phone numbers of people with dubious contacts – ruthless operators who are available for ‘contract’ work.When I entered my father’s penthouse office suite, his P

[Alice’s POV]Today is the day!I’m going home.I was packed and ready when Adam arrived to collect me.“Okay,” he said. “All set? Do we get to take the baby home with us?”I smiled. “Yes! He’s still underweight but steadily putting it on, so Dorothy said since we are both doctors, she can trust him in our care.”Adam’s smile matched mine. “That’s great. Let’s go get him.”He glanced at the wheelchair in the corner of my room. “Are you going to take that with us?”“No. I’m steadier on my feet now and I don’t get as tired as I did when I was pregnant. So, I’ve decided to donate it to the clinic.”We headed down to the NICU to collect our little bundle. He didn’t take up much room in the car.We secured him into his baby capsule and got underway.I was feeling a welling sensation of expectation, having only seen photo snaps of our new house. It was large with well-established gardens. And I knew it was protected by a state-of-the-art security system, and even had its own ‘panic’ room.“

[David’s POV]As I drove away from Alice’s new house, I found myself deep in thought.I had gone there today to demand access to my baby, but of her own volition she had generously shared him with me.Holding my new son in my arms, that little speck of life, I felt an overwhelming sense of devotion. I would do anything for him.But the thought of him calling another man, Daddy, saw raw fury surge back into my heart.Still, I bit back the bitterness that threatened to choke me and admitted to myself, very quietly, that if my boy called another man Daddy, at least that man was Adam Ballard. There was no better person alive that I would want, to commit their care and devotion to raising him, than Adam.As I held my son, kicking his little feet and waving a doll sized arm at me, Alice smiled at the pair of us.She said very softly, “That is the person you tried so hard to convince me to abort.”This awful truth wasn’t delivered in accusing tones. She wasn’t attacking me for the choices I