All Chapters of The Second Wife's Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The truth came out the next morning.I woke to Marcus shaking my shoulder. "You need to see this."The TV in the living room was already on. News coverage. Again.But this time, it wasn't about us.A reporter stood outside Flynn's penthouse. "New security footage obtained by this network shows Flynn Lancaster leaving his residence yesterday at 2:00 PM. He was under house arrest at the time. The ankle monitor he was required to wear had been removed."The screen switched to grainy footage. Flynn walking out of his building. No monitor. Dressed in a suit. Getting into a black car."According to GPS data from the removed monitor, Mr. Lancaster traveled to a location in Westchester County. He remained there for approximately four hours before returning to his penthouse."Marcus turned up the volume."Law enforcement sources tell us the Westchester location matches a property owned by a shell company linked to The Covenant. This suggests Mr. Lancaster attended a meeting with the criminal o

I told Marcus about Victor's call at dawn. He was already awake. Making coffee in the kitchen."They're coming for him," I said.Marcus poured a second cup. Handed it to me. "Do you want to help him?""I don't know. He kidnapped me. My mother died because of him.""But we need his testimony."I wrapped my hands around the warm mug. "I know.""It's not about forgiveness. It's about strategy. Victor has information no one else has. He was inside The Covenant. If he dies, we lose that.""So we save him to use him.""Yes."I hated how cold that sounded. How practical.But Marcus was right."Call Dante," I said.Two hours later, Dante and his team left for the Ashford estate. Extraction mission. Get Victor out before The Covenant got to him.I watched them drive away. Three vehicles. Armed men. Moving fast.Rachel stood beside me. "You're doing the right thing.""Doesn't feel right.""It rarely does."We went inside. Sienna was in the kitchen. Making eggs. Her hands moved mechanically. Cra

The new safehouse was a cabin two hours north. No cell service. No internet. No connection to the outside world.Perfect.We arrived just after midnight. Everyone exhausted. On edge.Marcus immediately set up a mobile workstation. Laptop. Equipment I didn't recognize. He worked by flashlight while the rest of us unpacked."Come here," he said to me. "I want to show you something."I sat beside him. He had all our old phones laid out on the table. Each one in a separate evidence bag."The spyware was sophisticated. Military-grade. Not something you download accidentally.""How did it get on our phones?""Someone had physical access. Even for a few seconds. That's all it takes."I tried to remember. "Flynn had access to mine. For three years.""That's my guess. He installed it. Probably right after you got married.""Three years of tracking me."Marcus opened one of the phones. Showed me the code. "See this? It recorded everything. Calls. Texts. Emails. GPS location. Even turned on your

Dr. Patel arrived ninety minutes later. Carrying two bags. Moving fast."How far apart are the contractions?""Two minutes," I said."How long has she been in labor?""Three hours.""Good. We have time." She moved to Sienna's bedside. "Hello, Sienna. Remember me?"Sienna nodded. Breathing hard through another contraction."I'm going to examine you. See how far along we are."Dante stood at Sienna's head. Holding her hand. Looking terrified.Dr. Patel checked. Her expression stayed calm. "You're at seven centimeters. Moving fast. Baby will be here soon.""Too soon. She's too early.""Thirty-four weeks is early but manageable. Babies born at this stage usually do well.""Usually?""We'll do everything we can."She turned to me. "I need hot water. Clean towels. And clear everyone out except people she wants here."Marcus, Rachel, and Victor left immediately. Just me, Dante, and Dr. Patel remaining.Dr. Patel set up supplies. Gloves. Medical equipment. Everything methodical. Professional.

We drove for another ten minutes before Torres's phone rang again."Yes?" He listened. His jaw tightened. "Confirmed?"He hung up. Looked at us through the rearview mirror."Agent Sarah Chen. Twenty-eight years old. Six years with the Bureau. She's dead."The words hung in the air.Dead. Because she was protecting us.Victor made a sound. Pain or grief. He was holding his side. His hand came away red."You're shot," Rachel said."Just grazed. I'm fine."But he wasn't fine. Blood was seeping through his fingers.Rachel pulled off her scarf. Pressed it to his side. "Hold pressure.""How bad is it?" Marcus asked."Not fatal. But he needs a hospital.""No hospitals," Victor said. "They'll be watching hospitals."Torres glanced back. "He's right. We can't risk it. I'll call a doctor once we reach Manhattan."We drove on. Every mile feeling like ten.I couldn't stop thinking about Agent Chen. Dead at twenty-eight. Had she known the risks? Had she been scared?"How many shooters were there?"