All Chapters of The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 41Selina POV.I forced myself to calm down and act natural as I scanned around. Deep breathes. Inhaling and exhaling several, I was able to get my ragged breathing under control. I started walking, through the glass of the shops and buildings I passed, I noticed the black sedan tailing me.My eyes darted around to see what options I had. The streets was fairly empty and there was hidden area to run into.I clutched my stomach with my hand. My baby.I’m going to do everything to keep your safe. Nothing’s going to happen to you if I can help it.What if the sedan wasn’t following me? I mean there are several people on the streets going in the same direction I was. There was only way to find out. It was usually a straight path when I headed home after work but today’s route was going to have some detour. I scanned ahead and there was a road that veered off to the left. I took it and walked down a bit, I heard the sedan turn too. I took another righ

Chapter 43Caleb POV I was seated in my office as I stared at the pile of documents in my table. Emails, official correspondence, and financial records were stacked from the past eight month in front of me like soldiers ready for a grim inspection.I sighed, picked up the telephone and dialed the contact in the email sent by the investment firm.This time I bypassed customer service and requested someone from account administration. If there had been a misunderstanding or some logical explanation buried under all this mess, I intended to find it."Good afternoon, Sir." the woman on the line said professionally. "How may I help you?"I gave her my account number. There was a pause while she typed. I held my breathe ."Yes, I see the account."I relaxed slightly. "Could you transfer me to Ms. Nadia?" I asked."I'm sorry?""Nadia. She introduced me to the fund."There was another pause. "I'm afraid I don't understand. Could you spell the sur

Chapter 45Damien POVI was in the office tapping my desk while Marcus set up his tablet on my table. I watched him as he moved deftly, my mind went to Selina. She was maintaining her distance and I didn’t know how to bridge the gap between us. “It’s ready.” Marcus’ voice broke my train of thoughts and I looked at the screen. He had managed to construct an almost 360 degree of the accident that night using other cameras and blown up reflections of images.I nodded and he tapped the play button. I watched Amora and Selina as they walked down the hallway down to the stairs landing. It was obvious that Amora was saying things and Selina was walking away. She was hurt, I knew that look. It was the same she gave me when I returned home after that article had run. They got to the stair case and the next footage was filmed from the across living room. The next footage was Selina at the bottom of the stairs.I looked up to Marcus. “I couldn’t get anything while they were at the stairs. T

Chapter 47Selina POV.I turned again on the bed for what seemed like the millionth time. I checked the time and the digital clock said 9:30pm. Since then? Even the time seemed slow today. Getting up from the bed, I grabbed my robe, wore it and went downstairs. Standing in the living room and staring out the window, I sighed. It was pitch black outside but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t looking for anything outside.My bones were heavy with exhaustion. The last few days had taken their toll on me. The sedan that trailed me for a few days. I hadn’t seen around since the last day with Martin and it bothered endlessly. It was quite ironic that seeing the car that stalked me will bring me a sense of relief. I still had no idea who was stalking or who was behind the false memo that was planted in the database. Someone had gone to quite some lengths to frame me and I had no idea why. The person was obviously with means and that was the most puzzling part of the pro

Chapter 49 CALEB POVMy apartment looked like a conspiracy theorist had a breakdown in it. There were papers everywhere, three laptops open, and enough coffee cups to start a collection. It was two in the morning and Dean’s shirt was tucked in and it pissed me off."You ever just relax?" I asked, peeling another sticky note off my arm."You ever just focus?" he said, not looking up.Fair. But somebody had to keep morale from collapsing entirely, and it seemed that job description fell to me. It was easier to crack a joke than contemplating how many years sentence a fraud case drew.Dean still looked like he'd just stepped out of a deposition. I didn't know how he did that. I'd seen the man run on four hours of sleep and still manage to look like he was judging my life choices from a great height.Dean dropped a folder on the table like he had a bone to pick with it. He didn't trust me to handle this alone. He'd started digging the second Derek's lithium