All Chapters of I Died the Day You Cheated: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

I stared at the live surveillance feed from Zane’s private suite above the family warehouse, and my heart sank.On the high-definition monitor, Zane had Harper Monroe pinned against the wall. Her dress lay in shreds across the marble floor. Their bodies moved with a familiarity that no longer needed excuses.I stood in front of the screen, refusing to look away.Watching.Memorizing.Learning exactly how my husband betrayed me.Harper had been placed in Zane’s crew three months ago.Officially, she transferred in from one of the Shaw family’s southern strike crews after a shipment interception went wrong; Unofficially, she arrived too conveniently.During one dockside firefight, she’d claimed she’d been drugged by a rival crew. Zane carried her upstairs to his private quarters.The door didn’t open for three days.When it finally did, he looked satisfied.Harper followed behind him, flushed and quiet.After that, she was permanently assigned to his rotation—every collection run, every

Chapter 2

I must have looked off.Zane noticed immediately. He assumed I was upset by the teasing.“What the hell are you idiots talking about?” he snapped.The men straightened at once. Even in a relaxed setting, he was still their tactical lead.“Chloe, we’re just messing around.”“Don’t take it seriously. Everyone knows Zane’s crazy about you.”“He never takes off his wedding ring. Not even when he’s walking point for the crew.”“And he calls you every time he gets a secure line. You’re all he talks about.”They sounded sincere.If I hadn’t known about Harper, I might have believed them.Harper Monroe sat at the far end of the table. She rose slowly, smoothing her dress, forcing a smile.“It’s true, Chloe,” she said lightly. “Zane’s heart belongs to you.”Our eyes met.There was no warmth there. No apology. Only calculation.If Zane hadn’t been standing between us, she wouldn’t have bothered pretending.After a couple of bottles were emptied, the table grew louder, rougher. Voices overlapped.

Chapter 3

When I woke the next morning, Zane had already bought breakfast.He was almost boyishly cheerful, laying out pastries, fruit, coffee—too much food for two people.“Chloe,” he said with an easy smile, “I’m staying home with you today. Not going anywhere.”He wrapped his arms around me.My body went rigid before I could stop it, and for a brief second I almost pushed him away.Then his phone rang.He glanced at the screen—and his expression changed instantly.At the exact same moment, my own phone buzzed.I’m outside your back gate.Let’s see who he chooses.Zane answered the call, eyes widening.“Crew emergency,” he said quickly. “I’ll be back.”He didn’t even grab his jacket before rushing out.I went upstairs calmly and opened the rear perimeter cameras.Zane didn’t know.Before we ever moved into this house, I had a full surveillance grid installed.That was the difference between Strategic Intelligence and street command.Preparation. Discipline. Awareness.Zane, at this moment, had

Chapter 4

The shockwave from the explosion hurled Zane to the ground.For a moment, all sound vanished except the ringing in his ears.He staggered to his feet, disoriented, smoke clawing at his lungs, and without thinking he tried to run back into the flames.Too late. The charge had already detonated.The balcony was gone. Chloe was gone.The image of her final smile—soft, almost forgiving—split something open inside his chest. It felt as though his heart had detonated with the blast.He clawed at the debris with bare hands, ignoring the shouts behind him. Concrete tore through his gloves. When the gloves shredded, his skin followed. Blood slicked his fingers, mixing with ash and dockside dust, but he kept digging.“How… how could she be there?” he muttered hoarsely.“It wasn’t her. I saw wrong. It just looked like her…”He kept repeating it, as if saying it enough times could rewrite reality.Then something caught in the rubble.A stone the size of a dove’s egg flashed beneath soot and broken

Chapter 5

Zane dropped to his knees and drove his fist into the concrete, once, then again, skin splitting over bone as if the pain might force the past to change.No wonder she had been distant lately.No wonder when he slipped that diamond ring onto her finger, her smile had looked restrained—almost polite.She had already known.She had seen everything.Every betrayal. Every lie.No wonder she volunteered to be bait.She hadn’t gone into that dockyard operation hoping to survive.She had gone ready to die.Don Shaw, who had remained silent until now, delivered the final blow with unsettling calm.“There’s something else you should know.”He paused.“Chloe was pregnant.”The words hollowed the room.Zane went utterly still. Pregnant?Chloe had been carrying his child. And he—For Harper. For that woman—He had given the order. He had thrown the bomb.The realization hit him with devastating clarity.Regret didn’t creep in. It detonated.It swallowed him whole, hollowing out everything inside un

Chapter 6

When Zane began using every interrogation method at his disposal on Harper Monroe, his mind kept replaying the moment on the balcony.Within hours, she broke.“I was sent by them,” she sobbed. “I was planted in your crew from the beginning.”She lifted her head desperately.“But Zane, my feelings were real. I fell in love with you. I did.”“They promised me,” she choked, “after this operation, they’d let me go. I’d be free. We could be together.”“I did it for you!”Zane stared at her as if she were something crawling beneath his boots.“You?” he said coldly. “You think you were ever in a position to be with me? I had a wife.”His jaw tightened.“If it weren’t for you, Chloe wouldn’t have volunteered as bait.”His voice dropped lower.“And that leg—you were screaming because of that leg, weren’t you?”The next sound in the room was Harper’s raw, tearing scream.When it ended, her leg was permanently destroyed.Zane didn’t look back as he left.At the Shaw family’s annual assembly, a co

Chapter 7

I pretended not to hear him and focused on breathing evenly, as if asleep.He laughed softly and adjusted the wide straw hat over my face.“Chloe,” Don Shaw said quietly, “you can’t keep running forever.”The courtyard fell silent again.Only the wind.Only the distant hush of water beyond the cliffs.Just as sleep began to pull me under, his voice came again—calm, almost casual.“I just received word. Zane Carter may have discovered the staged death.”I didn’t open my eyes.“You’d better not have mishandled something that simple, Don.”He brushed a hand lightly over my hair.“Relax.”And I did.For some reason, only beside him could I sleep without dreaming.Half-awake, I felt myself being lifted.Strong arms—steady, controlled.Just like the first time he carried me out of a burning dockside warehouse years ago.His scent was familiar.Grounded. Safe.I shifted slightly against him, settling into his chest.When he laid me onto the bed, I heard his voice near my ear.“Chloe. Give me

Chapter 8

Just then, a voice cracked through the night, thick with tears.“Zane Carter… you’re ruthless.”On the balcony stood Harper Monroe, one leg braced awkwardly, a gun trembling in her hands.Behind her were the remaining men from the Moretti syndicate who had escaped during the dockyard operation.The Underboss of the Moretti family stepped forward, smiling thinly.“Long time no see, Chloe.”“That staged death of yours was impressive. If it weren’t for Harper, we might have believed it.”Zane moved instinctively, placing himself between me and the gun.The Moretti Underboss burst into laughter.“Crew Leader Carter, we should thank you. If you hadn’t led us straight to her, we might never have found her.”Zane went rigid.I let out a quiet, humorless laugh.“So this is how you love me?”“No,” Zane said urgently. “Chloe, I didn’t mean to. Harper—she leaked our encryption keys. She exposed the access route!”Harper’s face twisted, manic.“Yes, I did!” she screamed. “I gave up everything for

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