All Chapters of The Wife They Sent Away: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Adrian didn’t sit after Thomas left. He remained standing behind his desk, one hand resting against its edge, his posture still but his mind already moving several steps ahead. The room had gone quiet, but the silence didn’t settle. It sharpened.Aurelia Nexus. Aria Montclair. And now Augustus had gone there himself.The thought didn’t sit right with him. It wasn’t just unusual, it disrupted a pattern Adrian had trusted his entire life. His grandfather didn’t go to people. People came to him.So why her?He turned back to his screen and pulled up her file again. Aria Montclair. The profile appeared exactly as it had before, clean, precise, controlled. Every detail was aligned, every record in place.Too clean.

Meanwhile, at the Wolfe estate, Adrian stepped out of the car and walked straight toward the entrance without slowing down. The night around him was still, the estate quiet in the way it always was, controlled, untouched, deliberate. Nothing here ever happened without reason.Felix was already waiting at the door when Adrian reached the steps. He opened it smoothly, as if he had been expecting him the moment he arrived.“Young Master Adrian,” he said with a slight nod. “Your grandfather is in his study.”Adrian acknowledged him with a brief nod and stepped inside.He had just crossed the main hall when a familiar voice called out behind him.“Adrian, you’re here.”He turned slightly. Margaret stood a few steps away, watching him closely.He inclined his head in greeting. “Mother.”But he didn’t stop walking.Margaret frowned faintly. “Adrian, I...”Her words didn’t finish. He had already moved past her, his steps steady, his attention fixed ahead as if nothing else mattered.For a mom

The moment Alessia stepped out of the restaurant doors, the air outside didn’t feel like an exit anymore, it felt like something had already cracked, and it was only a matter of time before it broke completely.“Adrian?” she called, surprise slipping through before she could hide it.But it lasted only a second.By the time she moved forward, her expression had already smoothed into something controlled. Practiced.“Are you here to pick me up?” she asked softly, aware of the attention gathering around them.People were watching. Waiting.But Adrian didn’t look at her.He didn’t slow down. Didn’t pause. Didn’t acknowledge her at all.He walked past her as if she wasn’t even there.Straight toward Aria.Alessia’s smile stayed in place, but it tightened at the edges, just enough to show the strain beneath it. Her fingers curled slightly at her side, a small, controlled reaction she quickly buried.Across from him, Marcus straightened. His posture shifted instantly, protective instinct mi

Marcus and Aria had already arrived at her penthouse building, but neither of them got out of the car.The driver had stepped out quietly, giving them space. The engine was off, and the city lights reflected faintly on the windshield, soft and distant. Inside the car, everything felt suspended, as if even time had slowed down to listen.Marcus didn’t speak at first. He let the silence fully settle before breaking it again.“If Augustus already knows,” he said slowly, “how long before the Wolfe family connects everything?”A short pause followed.“And Adrian... he won’t leave it alone. He’ll pursue it directly.”Aria stayed still.

The Ashbourne Grand Assembly Hall was already alive before the program began.Outside, the arrival lane moved in controlled intervals. Black cars pulled in one after another, each cleared through quiet but strict security. Press lights flashed in sharp bursts, cameras catching every face, every detail that might matter later.Inside, the hall carried a low, steady hum. Conversations overlapped, soft but constant. Glances moved between groups, measured and deliberate. Nothing loud. Nothing chaotic. But everything aware.The Volkovs arrived first.Their presence didn’t need introduction. It settled into the room the moment they stepped out.Leon Volkov moved with calm authority, Katarina beside him, composed and observant. Nolan foll