All Chapters of NEGLECTED WIFE BECAME THE MOST WANTED : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

EMILIA’S POV I stared at the note for what seemed to be like forever, rummaging through my brain while trying really hard to make sense of the situation.When was all this going to end? For how long do I have to continue moving from one crisis to another with no stability in sight? “Are you okay?” the voice of my pr manager pulled me out of my trance. I swallowed hard as I squeezed the paper into my palm before he could have a glimpse. They have sacrificed enough for me. I wouldn’t want to continue dragging them into my chaotic life. “Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Just thinking about how everything took a turn for the better.” I tried to muster up a genuine smile on my lips but all I could manage was a grimace. He noticed the facade too, but bless his heart, chose not to comment on it. The public is mostly suggesting you press charges on the reporters for emotional distress, will you be doing that?” “What do you think?” I directed the question back at him, folding my hands across m

EMILIA'S POVI heard the knock even before Martha, my housemaid, announced it. "Ma'am, Dr Dan is here." For a second, I simply lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, thinking of how today's session was going to be. Every visit from him felt like a countdown of some sort. This was the only problem I knew I was dealing with alone. Julian had no idea what was going on with this part of my life. "Let him in," I mumbled under my breath when I noticed Martha was still standing there waiting for me to respond. A few minutes later, the familiar figure of Doctor Dan stepped into the living room carrying his usual leather bag. He looked exactly like he always does, neatly dressed, calm, and extremely aware of everything going on around him. He was the type of man that would make you immensely conscious of your surroundings by simply being around you. And that somehow made everything worse for me. "It's good to see you looking awake," He spoke warmly, dropping his bag on the coffee tabl

JULIAN’S POVI had never seen Jasper be extremely serious about anything, until now. Not even when it was a matter of life and death. But the way he was exceptionally focused on getting us to the location, I knew he was damn serious about the whole thing. It took a while for me to actually get Emilia to calm down and stay behind. Though she was still restless when we left, I am quite certain she won’t be following us behind. I had made sure of that. “How many more minutes do we have before reaching the location?” I asked again, looking down at my wristwatch. I couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that things were about to go wrong, as they usually do. He looked down at his phone, then back at the road, “A few more minutes and we will be there.” He responded briefly before going back to vigorously staring at his phone, as though he was looking for something. I veered around, taking note of the several escort cars behind us. We were ready, everything was in place, nothing would go

JULIAN’S POVJasper turned toward the security team, “Half of you should cover every exit, nobody leaves the building without being thoroughly checked. The other half should come with us. We have twenty minutes masked to get things sorted before some snitch calls the cops. Now get moving.” Within seconds, the men dispersed like they had practiced the whole thing a thousand times before. My heart grew louder with every second. Doctor Dan. The man Emilia had trusted with her health. I tried as much as I could to connect the dots. But nothing seemed to be making any sense. I couldn't come up with a single reason why he would want her death. He had probably been planning her death all the while pretending he was trying to save her life. That thought only made my blood boil. We walked through the automatic glass doors, drawing curious eyes from the reception staff. The hall was empty, except for a few staff taking a break. I led everyone toward the familiar route. Even though I have

EMILIA’S POV“Doctor Dan?”I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had been the man who had thrived to make my life a living hell all this time. The media scandals, the disease, the stalking, the kidnapping, the attempted killing, the disease! He did everything. And all this while, I have trusted him with my secrets, even secrets I have never shared with Julian. Why. “Why?” I found myself whispering, the pain of betrayal far more intense than anything else. My eyes blurred with tears and I tried to blink them away, but they were too heavy just to follow the air, so they slipped down to my cheek and were on display for everyone to see. I hated this. I hated having to cry in front of him. In front of anyone even, it made me look weak and that was one of the numerous things I despised. Looking weak in front of people. “Why Dan? Why would you do this? I trusted you with everything? I thought……I thought we were friends.” My hair swirled violently with the wind as I spoke. And