บททั้งหมดของ The Wife They Sent Away: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Back at the safehouse, silence settled heavily after the masked man left.Solen remained seated, staring into nothing. The room was plain and temporary by design, but that only made it feel more isolating. No clocks. No sense of time. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and her own thoughts pressing harder by the minute.She told herself to stay calm.Her life had been built on discipline, control, and separating emotion from judgment. But control only worked when there was certainty. And right now, certainty was gone.The masked man’s words kept circling in her mind.At first, she resisted them. She recognized the pressure for what it was, carefully placed, deliberate, meant to bend her thinking without direct force.But awareness didn’t make it weaker.The moment Alessia was mentioned, the leverage became clear. That was what they had found in her, fear for her daughter, not for herself.Her breath tightened as she remembered how close Alessia had come to being taken. The threa

A few days after Solen’s disappearance, the Vale household no longer felt like a home.Richard rarely stayed in one place. His days were spent in closed-door meetings, encrypted calls, and quiet consultations with people who could operate without drawing attention. Officially, Solen’s disappearance didn’t exist, no headlines, no ransom demands, nothing.That silence unsettled him most.He had already exhausted every discreet channel he trusted, private investigators, former intelligence contacts, legal firms with offshore reach. Every lead ended the same way.Nothing.It was as if Solen had been erased.As the days passed, frustration grew heavier, turning his office into a war room, stacked files, constant surveillance reports, and a phone that never stopped ringing.That frustration slowly hardened into anger. And whether he admitted it or not, part of it kept circling back to Aria.Before Aria returned, Solen had been safe and the family stable. Now Selene’s past had returned throu

Back in Stonebridge, Kyra Kingsley had not been idle.While Ashbourne remained wrapped in music, glass, and carefully spoken conversations, Kyra sat alone in a private office inside the Kingsley estate, going through reports that never reached her under her own name. Nothing she read could be traced back to her. Every update passed through layers of intermediaries, quiet handlers who filtered, reworded, and moved information so the source stayed invisible.On paper, Kyra Kingsley was only the daughter of the Kingsley family. Polished, presentable, involved in branding and public relations under Kingsley Holdings.Nothing beyond that.In reality, she had been tracking Aria Montclair for a long time. The latest report arrived without ceremony.Aria had been seen moving through Ashbourne’s elite circles, Marcus Sterling, Nolan Volkov, Adrian Wolfe. Names that carried influence across different layers of power. She wasn’t just appearing in social spaces anymore. She was moving through the

Morning sunlight filled the dining room as Caelum quietly ate breakfast. He looked up when Aria entered.“Good morning, Mom.”A small smile touched her lips despite everything on her mind. “Good morning, baby.”She poured herself coffee and sat across from him. For a moment, she simply watched him, almost as if deciding how to begin.Then she said gently, “I’m taking you somewhere tomorrow.”Caelum blinked. “Are we moving again?”“No,” Aria said softly. “Just for a few days.”That seemed enough for him. He continued eating before glancing back at her. “Is it work?”

Adrian stepped out of the vehicle.For a brief moment, everything around the convoy went still. The security team reacted on instinct, postures tightening, hands near holsters, eyes locking onto him as a possible threat. It was a trained response. Nothing personal. Just procedure.Then recognition set in.No one raised a weapon. No one advanced. The tension didn’t vanish, but it shifted, less immediate danger, more confusion.Marcus exhaled under his breath. “Of course,” he muttered. “He shows up like this.”Aria didn’t respond. Her eyes stayed fixed on Adrian as he closed the distance between them.He walked without urgency, hands in his pockets, calm on the surface. But there was something restrained in him, controlled emotion held tightly in place, like he had been carrying it for a long time and only now decided to bring it here.Marcus stepped out first, then Aria followed.After a beat, Caelum climbed down as well. He stayed slightly behind Aria, quietly observing the man walkin