All Chapters of NEGLECTED WIFE BECAME THE MOST WANTED : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

EMILIA’S POV I stood outside Julian’s mansion for almost two minutes without getting in. I was looking at the situation from every angle and trying really hard to come up with a tangible reason why I shouldn't be here. But no matter how negatively I twisted the whole thing, I ended up arriving at the same conclusion. He saved me; he put himself right in harm's way to save me. The least I could do was grow up and thank him for that. With that little motivation, I raised my hand and knocked on the door. A maid opened the door almost immediately. “Good morning Ms. Emilia.” “Morning.” I munster up a smile. “Is Mr Julian at home?” “Yes, come in.” She moved out of the way. I took in a deep breath and gathered enough confidence to walk into the house. The minute I set foot into the living room, everything suddenly felt like a terrible idea. But I was already in here, too late to turn back. I just hope Cassandra wouldn’t be home, and even if she was, she would at least not make a big d

JULIAN'S POV For months, I have imagined this moment. How I was going to confess the entire damn thing in my heart to her, how I was going to let her see every remorse, every shame, every pain I had ever felt for foolishly letting her go, how I will forever regret ever doing that. And how my heart will continue to yearn for her until the end of my life. But not for once, have I ever thought it would end up happening this way. Not for once have I ever imagined her accidentally walking into my room to discover the secret I had kept to myself for years. And here we were, facing it completely unprepared on a random day."I love you," I repeated, despite the feeling of instant dryness in my throat. A lump in my throat that I was trying so hard to swallow fell into my stomach with no warning. I have never had sweaty palms, but that's exactly what I was faced with at the moment, my legs were wobbly too. I felt like an absolute shit. Yet, I was somehow still standing, still staring into her

JULIAN’S POV“We found official documents in her house, everything that she is accused of, we have documents to prove it.” The second the officer said that, I knew exactly where the whole thing was leading. They were going to try to take her with them. They would try to arrest her. The lead officer took the warrant from my hand and moved backward. “Sir, you have to get out of the way and let us do our jobs.” “You should know that I am not letting you take her away. You either get out of my house, or I press charges immediately.” “Sorry to say sir, but we are not going anywhere without the offender.” They dared to call her an offender. Emilia was no offender. Anybody else would have been an offender before her. “Julian….” She called from behind me. The tension and fear in her tone made me even more determined to protect her. “You are going to have to take us both then. There is no way I would let you just take her away because I can assure you that she is no offender. Everything

JULIAN'S POV“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I stared at the officer, trying very hard to convince myself that hitting him was probably not a bright idea. “You have no right to see her. That’s about it.” He repeated, his expression still bored, as though we were the last people he wanted to see. “If we can provide counter evidence against your allegations, does that give an opening to see her?” Jasper asked, swirling a glass of wine, his expression matching that of the officer.The officer shifted his eyes to Jasper, staring at him thoughtfully under his glasses. Then he shrugged. “If you can present a strong argument, which I doubt you will. But if you can somehow do it, then you might be able to see her.” “Might and would?” Jasper asked without batting an eyelash. The officer looked caught off guard, as though he never expected us to know what we were doing. “Would..” He shrugged. “Might..depend on how convincing you are.”Jasper nodded, then turned toward me. “Let’s

Emilia's POV I was dragged roughly by the SWAT; I was surrounded by them, so I couldn't even make any attempt to escape. I hardly breathe, coughing and pleading for answers. “Why aren't you all saying anything? For the past few minutes, I have been trying to understand all of this, but you guys seem to be deaf towards my questions,” I muttered, struggling to walk well. “Madam, if you would be clear here, please, it's best you keep quiet because this is a really critical condition, and you have to comply with the terms,” the SWAT at the left uttered. “I was brought here with no reasonable offense, yet you expect me to keep quiet. Are you okay? What's this all about? Look, why are you dragging me like I stole something? What's the essence of all this? I am sick and tired of this act, and I can't bear it anymore. This has to stop right now,” I half yelled, my throat already burning.The swat sighed out. It was obvious that I had talked enough, and this was the time for him to reply.