All Chapters of The Wife They Sent Away: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The moment Beatrice’s question landed, the hallway seemed to shrink. No one moved.The air itself felt tighter, like the space between them had collapsed into something harder to breathe through.Beatrice kept her eyes on Marcus, but her focus was no longer steady. It fractured slightly, shifting between him and the silence that followed.“I didn’t know you had a son,” she said again, slower this time. “Does your father know this?”For a second, no one answered.Then Adrian spoke, his voice low but sharper than before. “You have a child.”It wasn’t a question. It was confirmation forming in real time.

Augustus didn’t wait.By the time his car left the venue, the first inquiries were already moving through secure channels. He didn’t rely on assumptions or public speculation, only sequence, timing, and intent. Facts that could hold under pressure.Within the hour, Felix reported back.Augustus had returned to the Wolfe estate and was in his private study. Beyond the glass walls, the city lights stretched wide, distant and steady, indifferent to what was unfolding below.Felix stood a few steps away, tablet in hand. “We’ve pulled the hallway surveillance from the restricted corridor outside the main hall,” he said.Augustus didn’t turn. “Show me.”Felix stepped forward and played the footage. The corridor appeared on screen, timestamp running in the corner.Aria came into view first, moving quickly. She stepped into the corridor and took the call, putting distance between herself and the noise from the hall.There was no audio, but the urgency was clear in her response, focused, immed

Caelum was stable. The doctor had made that clear, his vital signs were steady, the vomiting had stopped, and the IV fluids were helping correct the dehydration. It should have been enough to calm Aria.But it wasn’t.She stayed beside his bed, not moving, unwilling to step away even when there was nothing left to do but wait. Her hand rested close to his, careful not to disturb him. Every small rise and fall of his chest held her focus.This shouldn’t have happened.The thought stayed with her, quiet but persistent.Her mind began to go over the details again, no longer just as a mother, but as someone trained to notice what others might miss. The park. The unknown woman. The ice cream. The timing of the symptoms.And more than anything, what wasn’t there. No clear evidence. No cameras that caught it. No one who could say exactly what happened.It didn’t sit right.For a brief moment, another possibility crossed her mind, Helena and Leonard.But she dismissed it almost immediately.T

Caelum noticed him again. His gaze lingered on Adrian, who stood a short distance from the bed, quiet, but clearly there. There was curiosity in his eyes, open and unguarded, the kind only a child had.Then Caelum looked at Aria.She saw the question immediately.For a moment, she didn’t answer. Then she gently took his hand, her voice calm.“He’s a friend,” she said. “You don’t have to be afraid of him.”As she spoke, her eyes lifted to Adrian. It wasn’t just a glance, it was a warning.Don’t contradict me. Not now.Adrian understood.He didn’t like it. Not at all. The

The corridor stayed quiet long after Adrian and Aria stopped speaking.Aria remained by the window, arms loosely folded as she stared at the city lights below. The glass reflected a faint image of her face, tired, guarded, and somehow older than she had felt only weeks ago.Adrian had finally walked away without another argument. For once, there was nothing left to debate.Only decisions.A few moments later, soft footsteps approached. Aria glanced sideways and saw Helena stop beside her.For a while, neither of them spoke.Then Helena asked quietly, “Are you really leaving for Ashbourne with Caelum?”Aria nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”