All Chapters of The Perfect Wife Walked Away: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

[Adam’s POV]I drove home with some good news to share with Alice.It’s Saturday, the nanny’s day off, and Alice is spending the day with the children. While she loves being with them, I’m keen to get home to help her with the baby, in case she needs a rest.I turned into our driveway and found the gates swinging open.Alarm surged through me – they’re supposed to be closed and locked at all times!I stopped the car, leapt out and headed into the guard house, prepared to deal with Reuben, the guard on duty this afternoon. This is a serious breach of his terms of employment.When I barged into the little gatehouse, I was met with a disturbing silence. Reuben wasn’t at the desk.That was when I saw the trail of blood seeping along the floor!“Reuben!” I called.I raced around the desk and found his body sprawled on the floor. His head was lying in a pool of fresh blood. There was a bloodied wound streaked along one side of his head. To the average onlooker, the man looked deceased.I le

[Adam’s POV]I stormed into my father’s penthouse office suite.Elias Ballard’s P.A., Geraldine, saw me coming and leapt up from behind her desk as I approached the tall timber doors leading to his inner office.“Ah… I’m sorry, sir, you can’t go in there! You don’t have an appointment,” she tried. The poor woman looked rattled. She tried to position herself in front of the doors but I pressed past her.“Excuse me, Geraldine,” I said, as I pushed open the doors and went in.I found him there, seated at his grand desk, spectacles balanced on his nose, wiry eyebrows raised, and a look of thunder on his face.He took off his glasses and dropped them on the desk, before pushing back his chair and standing up.“What do you want?” he demanded.Okay, if he wanted to meet confrontation with bluster, I was up for it.“Well, I don’t know, father. Why don’t you tell me?”He glared at me and kept silent. A battle tactic the toughest executives relied on when expecting a challenge.“Surprised I’m s

[Adam’s POV]My father’s funeral was on Saturday.I was in two minds whether to attend. I know it was expected that I should. I guess it was also expected that I would read a eulogy at the ceremony.How could I do that when I had nothing good to say about the man, and plenty to say about his failings as a human being and as a father?Alice and I talked it over. It was a relief to share my conflicted feelings about it.“Perhaps you could just put in a brief appearance,” she suggested. “And get away as soon as you decently can.”I left it until the morning of the funeral to decide what I was going to do. Taking the cue from Alice, I appeared at the church at the last minute, sat in a row near the back and ducked back out of the church as soon as I could get away. And I didn’t attend the wake afterwards at his mansion on the family estate.Instead, I contacted an upmarket real estate firm that afternoon, to place the property on the market. I couldn’t bring myself to live in his shadow,

[ Alice’s POV]The chemotherapy has taken its toll these past few months, leaving me fatigued and nauseous much of the time. But my course of treatment is coming to an end.Scans have found no further tumors, so far, which means that thankfully, I haven’t progressed to stage 4. Adam and I have found this a really reassuring sign.Could the battle finally be over?I’ve been taking care of myself to aid my recovery, and having dedicated domestic staff at home has been a blessing.But most of all, Adam’s support has been priceless. He is my strength, my guiding light, leading me out of what sometimes felt like an overwhelming forest of darkness and doom.Lily’s trial is coming up, starting next week, and I was dreading it. The National Office For Prosecutions has kept me informed on how the case against her has been stacking up.They found the van involved, and tips from the public helped them find the location of the warehouse I was taken to before going to the river.Thank you, Endall

[David’s POV]The horrified look on Lily’s face when the judge read out her sentence will haunt me to my dying days.They hustled her out of that courtroom, whimpering like a wounded animal.In handcuffs. In denial.The baggy green prison tunic failed to hide her advanced pregnancy.Before the trial began, she had begged me to make sure she gave birth by caesarian. She said she couldn’t survive a natural birth.While that claim was a little over dramatic, I assured her I would do all I could to make it happen.So, now I had an uphill battle to convince the Women’s Penitentiary where they were sending her, to permit a caesarian delivery. The Corrections Facility had what passed for a birthing room for inmates in Lily’s condition.I was informed that regulations did not permit voluntary caesarians. In rare circumstances, a birth emergency was handled at the nearest local hospital that had an obstetrics department.But as usual, money talks. The penitentiary was a privately run institute