All Chapters of UNFAITHFUL UNTILL THE END : Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

(Daniel’s POV ) The files stayed open in front of me, but I had stopped reading them.Every detail was already familiar. Every statement, every photograph, every timeline had been studied until there was nothing left to question. What remained wasn’t uncertainty—it was weight. The kind that settles in your chest when you know the truth is close, but not yet exposed.I stood by the table, my eyes resting on the faces that had come to define this case.Lucas.Benson.Two men who had hidden behind influence and silence for too long. For years, everything had worked in their favor. No one had looked deep enough. No one had pushed hard enough.But that had changed.And now, everything they buried was beginning to rise.I closed the file slowly and picked up my jacket. The air in the room felt different—tight, heavy, like something was about to break open.My phone rang.I didn’t hesitate.“Alex?”“Daniel… she gave birth.”For a moment, everything else paused.“Ariana,” he continued. “She

( Daniel’s POV)I didn’t remember much of the drive from the hospital to the station. The road stretched ahead of me, familiar yet distant, like I was moving through something heavier than air. My hands were steady on the wheel, but my mind wasn’t. It kept circling back to Ariana… to the machines beside her bed… to the silence that followed every question she couldn’t yet answer.By the time I pulled into the station compound, I had already buried those thoughts where they couldn’t interfere with what needed to be done next.Work.That was the only thing that made sense now.The moment I stepped into the building, I felt it—that shift in atmosphere. It wasn’t loud. No one said anything directly. But the way a few officers paused mid-conversation… the way eyes followed me just a second longer than usual… it told me everything.This case was no longer just another file on my desk.Before I could even settle in, a junior officer hurried toward me.“Sir… the boss asked to see you immediat

(Daniel’s POV)I tried Amaka’s number again.And again.And again.Each time, the same cold response—no connection. It wasn’t just that she wasn’t picking up. It felt deliberate. Like the line itself had been buried somewhere I couldn’t reach.By the fifth attempt, I lowered the phone slowly, staring at the screen as if it would suddenly change its mind and bring her voice through.Nothing.A tight feeling settled in my chest.Going to Patrick’s house wasn’t an option. Not now. Not with everything hanging by a thread. One wrong move, one wrong shadow in the wrong place—and Amaka could be dragged into something she might not escape from.And I couldn’t risk that.Not after everything.Not when Benson and Lucas were already circling like wounded predators, waiting for any sign of weakness.“No more investigation,” I muttered under my breath, repeating the decision I had forced myself to accept. “We meet in court.”Still… something didn’t sit right.Amaka wasn’t careless. If she had gone

(Daniel’s POV)For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.The world around me didn’t disappear—but it became distant, like everything had been pushed several steps away while I remained locked in one place… staring at the screen in my hand.Because what I was seeing—Was not something the mind accepts easily.Not at first.The video continued to play, but my brain lagged behind it, struggling to process the reality unfolding in front of me.Then it settled.Slowly.Painfully.And when it did—The weight of it hit me all at once.Benson.There was no mistake.No confusion.No shadow to hide behind.His face was clear.Uncovered.Bold.Like a man who believed he had nothing to fear.I leaned closer to the screen, my eyes narrowing as if that would somehow change what I was seeing.But it didn’t.It only made it worse.He was there.Standing inside Patrick’s house like he owned it.Not as a visitor.Not as someone sneaking around.But as someone with complete access.Complete control.And th