All Chapters of HIS MISTRESS, MY REVENGE: Chapter 191 - Chapter 198

Damien's POVI heard about Delphine at six eighteen.Ethan called me from the couch beside Amelia. He put me on speaker. Sophia repeated the sentence I had just heard secondhand, and I sat at my desk with the phone in my hand for a full second before I answered, because I had already begun to understand, in the tired way I had learned to understand these things, that a woman who had spent seventeen years planning an operation of this size had almost certainly been prepared for the possibility of running."Nathan."Nathan came on the line from Milan. "We know. The Italian police are working the airports. Chiara has flagged every private aviation registry. Delphine has three known residences in Europe, two in the Middle East, one in South America. We are watching all of them.""But you cannot find her.""Not tonight. We will."I ended the call.I sat in my office in the dark for a long time.I had a therapy session at eight thirty. I had not missed one in eleven months, since Dr. Webb h

Damien's POVAmelia called me at eleven oh two.She did not say hello. She said, "Beatrice was here. She left an envelope. Come over. Now. I want you in the room when I open it."I was at her house in twenty three minutes.Ethan opened the door. He nodded me toward the front room without a word. Amelia was on the couch, in the same position she had been in for two days, doctor's orders, the envelope on the coffee table in front of her, still sealed. Noah was upstairs. Ethan sat down in the armchair to my right. I sat down on the couch beside Amelia, close enough that she could hand me the pages when she was ready and far enough that she could refuse to hand them over if she changed her mind.She opened it.There were three pages.Harold's hand. My father's specific loop on the capital H. Ink faded to a soft blue. Dated the twelfth of August, 2018.Amelia read the first paragraph aloud, quietly, and then she handed the pages to me because her voice had gone dry on the second sentence,

The flight took seven hours and eleven minutes.I slept for four of them, because Ethan had put a small pillow behind my back and told me, quietly, that if I did not sleep before we landed he would turn the plane around, and I had understood he meant it.We landed at Milan Malpensa at nine in the morning local time.Chiara Bianchi met us at the private terminal in a dark suit. She led us to a car. Sophia was in the back seat. Nathan was in the front. We drove north for two hours, through fog that thickened as we climbed. By eleven in the morning we were at a detention facility outside Bolzano, and I was walking through a doorway I had not thought I would ever walk through in my life.They took me to a small square room.It had four walls, a table, two chairs, and a window covered in wire mesh. There was no camera in the corner. Chiara had specifically arranged that. My conversation with Delphine was not going to be recorded. A Milan bureau interpreter was in the corner, whose confiden

Damien's POVI sat in the hallway outside the delivery wing.Nathan sat beside me. He had come to the hospital the second Ethan had called him from the car. He had brought two coffees neither of us drank. He did not speak.The hallway was quiet.Somewhere behind the double doors, Ethan was in a room with Amelia and Doctor Song and Doctor Reyes and three nurses and every specialist Presbyterian could put on a thirty two week delivery in a specialist unit at ten in the evening. Noah was in the wing. Amelia had asked for him to be there. Doctor Reyes had agreed on the condition that he stay in the anteroom, and Noah had accepted the condition without arguing.I was in the hallway.I had not been asked to be anywhere else.Ethan came through the double doors at eleven twelve.He was in scrubs. His hair was pushed back. He looked, if anything, calmer than he had at Teterboro, in the specific way certain men calm down inside a crisis because a crisis gives them a clear list of things to do