Todos os capítulos de The Wife He Never Loved : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Kyle’s POVDavis called me halfway to the gallery.“Mr. Hartley, you need to prepare yourself. The scene is… disturbing.”“How disturbing?”“Dead animals. Multiple. Scattered throughout Ms. Myles’s office. And a threat painted on the wall.”My hands tightened on the steering wheel. “What kind of threat?”“‘Leave the industry or you’re next.’ Spray-painted in red. Police are there now. Ms. Myles handled it well, but she’s shaken.”Of course she was shaken. Someone had violated her space. Left death and rot where she worked.Someone was going to die for this.“I’m five minutes out,” I said.“Sir, the police may want to question you…”“Let them.”I hung up. Pressed harder on the gas.Someone had threatened Aria. Again. First the kidnapping. Now this.This wasn’t random. Someone was targeting her specifically.And I was going to find out who.Then I was going to make them regret being born.The gallery was crawling with police when I arrived. Crime scene tape. Forensics vans. Uniforms eve

Kyle’s POVThe underground club smelled of aged leather, cigar smoke, and the faint metallic bite that never quite left the air no matter how much money was spent on cleaning. Private rooms like this one were used for private meetings, so that they will be able to talk privately without witnesses. Lucien was already waiting when I arrived, lounging in a white suit that somehow looked untouched by the dim lighting. His ice-blue eyes tracked me as I closed the door.“Mon frère,” he greeted, voice smooth as poisoned silk. “You look like a man who hasn’t slept.”I sat across from him, elbows on the table. “The gallery incident. Tell me what you know.”Lucien swirled his drink, the amber liquid catching the low light. “It’s real. Not some jealous artist or disgruntled ex. The method has the fingerprints of your father’s old circle. The way the animals were arranged, the wording of the threat … it’s their style. They’re watching her because she was married to Jason. And because she’s now

Aria’s POVThe days started to blur together inside the penthouse.I woke up every morning in Kyle’s big bed. The sheets smelled like him. I would lie there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the city far below. The walls felt closer every day. Like they were slowly moving in while I slept.I got up slowly. Brushed my teeth. Took a long shower. The water was always hot, and Kyle had bought all my favorite soaps and shampoos. I stood under the spray until my skin turned pink. Then I dried off and put on one of his soft white shirts. It hung down to my thighs. It made me feel small. Safe. Owned.Breakfast was waiting when I walked into the kitchen. Kyle stood at the counter, making eggs the way I liked them … fluffy with a little cheese. He smiled when he saw me.“Morning, goddess,” he said. He pulled me close and kissed me slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. His hands rested on my waist. “Sit down and eat.”I sat at the island

Violet’s POVThe penthouse was too quiet when Violet stepped inside that evening.She kicked off her heels by the door, the sharp sound echoing across the marble floor. The lights were on low, the way Jason liked them when he came home early. She expected to smell dinner. Or hear the clink of ice in a glass. Or see Jason’s jacket already draped over the back of the chair.Nothing.The apartment felt empty.Violet checked her watch. 8:47 p.m.Jason was never this late. Not anymore. Since they had gotten together … since Aria had finally left … he had made it a point to come home early. He would text her from the car. He would walk through the door with that tired but warm smile and pull her into his arms like he was trying to make up for all the years he had looked right through her.Tonight there was no text. No call. No jacket on the chair.She walked slowly through the living room,with her fingers trailing over the back of the white sofa. Her dress from the day’s lunch still felt

Margaret’s POVThe elevator doors opened into the sleek marble lobby of Kyle Hartley’s building. Margaret stepped out beside Thomas, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The doorman nodded politely as they passed, but his eyes followed them a little too long. Everything in this place felt watched.They walked through the revolving doors and out onto the busy sidewalk. The afternoon sun hit them hard after the cool air inside the penthouse. Margaret stopped at the curb. She adjusted the strap of her bag and looked back up at the towering glass building. It was really a remarkable building. The life of the rich was actually really beautiful but something felt weird and she couldn’t put her finger on it.Thomas stood beside her, still holding the empty paper bag that had carried the pastries. He shifted his weight. “She looked… okay,” he said carefully. “Better than I expected. The color was back in her face.”Margaret didn’t answer right away. She kept staring at