All Chapters of The Billionaire's Silent Wife No More: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Elena was already in the conference room when I arrived.No makeup. Plain clothes. Hair pulled back like she hadn’t thought about it. She looked at me when I came in and said thank you for seeing me and I sat down across from her and didn’t say anything and waited because the best thing I had learned this week was that waiting made people say the true thing faster than any question could.She put her hands flat on the table. “Someone approached me three weeks ago,” she said. “Before your announcement. Before any of this week.” She held my gaze. “A woman. She said she represented investors who wanted to make sure the Miller Group transition went smoothly. She offered me money to help manage your public image.” She paused. “I said yes. My family needed it and I told myself it was legitimate and I didn’t look too closely.”“But you looked eventually,” I said.“Last week,” she said. “When the network story broke I recognised a subsidiary name connected to the primary client. The same one

Jason came at seven.He brought red wine and didn’t mention the filing or Richard or any of it and I didn’t either and we ate at the counter and talked about nothing important and it was the best hour of the week.After dinner he washed the dishes without being asked.I watched him do it.Sleeves rolled up. Focused. Like a man who had decided that showing up properly meant the small things too, not just the dramatic ones.“You’re thinking,” he said without turning around.“Always,” I said.He dried his hands and turned and looked at me. “What are you thinking about.”“The gala,” I said.He nodded slowly. “Four weeks.”“Four weeks,” I said.He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms and looked at me with that open steady expression. “Tell me what you need from me between now and then,” he said. Simply. No agenda. Just the question.I looked at him for a moment.“Show up,” I said. “That’s all. Just keep showing up.”Something moved through his face. Quick. Real. Gone before he c

Dr. Webb sent the proof that night.Texts between her and Preston. Voice notes. A signed offer for fifty thousand dollars to fake my medical records. Preston had written it all down like she thought nobody would ever see it.I sent everything to Margaret.She called back in ten minutes. “This is it,” she said. “This is the whole case.” A pause. “Sarah this is bigger than I thought. We can end her completely. Not just at the gala. In a courtroom after.” “Do it,” I said. “All of it.”Monday came fast.Preston smiled at me in the hallway again. I smiled back. She had no idea Dr. Webb had called me. No idea the trap had closed around her three days ago. She just kept walking past me like she still had the upper hand.It was almost funny.Clara had a list on my desk by Tuesday morning. Everyone who knew the real plan. Margaret. Jason. Eleanor. Victoria. Leo. Clara herself. Six people. That was all.“Small list,” Clara said.“Small list stays quiet,” I said.She nodded.Wednesday Jason came

Jason stayed till midnight and when he left I stood at the door and listened to the lift go down and felt the quiet settle around me and thought this is what good actually feels like, not surviving, just good.Saturday morning Clara texted at seven to say Daniel was confirmed, Margaret was confirmed, Leo was confirmed, Eleanor and Victoria were confirmed, Jason was confirmed, and everyone was in place.I made coffee and sat at the counter and felt ready in a way I hadn’t felt ready for anything in a very long time.I went in at nine and Park was waiting and Torres had sent his brief and at ten Preston walked past my office and smiled through the glass and I smiled back and thought three days.Elena rang at noon. “Preston called me yesterday,” she said. “She thinks I’m still in. Photographer goes in at eight, footage plays at nine fifteen.” A pause. “She sounded very sure of herself.” “Good,” I said. “Let her be.” Elena was quiet for a second. “Are you scared,” she said. “No,” I said.