All Chapters of The Chubby Wife's Revenge.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Daniel.Frankie called just before midnight.I answered on the second ring, still sitting at the desk in my home office. The truth was, sleep had abandoned me hours ago. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing Amelia's face sitting on my chair in my office. The memory kept circling like smoke I couldn’t clear.“Talk.”A soft chuckle came through the line. “You don’t waste time, do you?”“I paid you so I wouldn’t have to.”That made him laugh for real this time, a low rumble that cut through the quiet of my office. “Right. Here’s your update. Business-wise, Nathaniel Vaughn is clean. Investments, acquisitions, holdings—nothing illegal, nothing shady, not even a parking ticket that raises eyebrows. The man runs a tight ship.”I leaned back slowly in my chair, the leather creaking under me. “Clean,” I repeated, tasting the word like it had gone sour. “That’s what you found?”Frankie exhaled. “Yeah, I figured that wouldn’t be what you wanted to hear.”The city lights stretched out bey

**Nathaniel**The penthouse was dark and quiet when I finally stepped through the door, well past one in the morning. The city lights cast a soft glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, just enough to guide me without turning on any lamps. I set my keys down carefully, the faint clink sounding too loud in the stillness.Amelia was already asleep in our bed, curled on her side with the sheets pulled up to her shoulder. Her breathing was slow and even, her face relaxed in a way it rarely was during the day. I stood there for a long moment just watching her, guilt twisting low in my chest.I hated this, keeping her in the dark about Mercer’s call, about the investigator sniffing around the facility, about the ghosts I thought I’d buried years ago. She deserved better. She deserved the truth. I told myself I’d tell her everything soon, once I had a better handle on it, once I could protect her from the fallout. But the words felt hollow even in my own head. She’d already sensed someth

Nathaniel. The facility had not changed at all. It still sat behind its high gates and carefully manicured lawns, existing in its own quiet world, deliberately separate from everything else. Quiet. Contained. It's easy to forget if you try hard enough. I had not been here in two years. I told myself it was because there was nothing new to see, but that was only half the truth. The real reason was simpler. It was easier not to come. A staff member led me down the long corridor with minimal conversation. The walls were spotless, the air heavily filtered and cool. Everything here had been designed to feel peaceful and safe. Yet nothing about this place had ever felt safe to me. The door opened, and there she was. Mariah. She looked well cared for. That was always the cruelest part. Her hair was brushed neatly, her clothes soft and clean, her posture relaxed as if she were waiting for an old friend in a normal sitting room. If you did not know her history, you might think she was re

Daniel. The apartment was quiet in the way I preferred it—no interruptions, no witnesses, nothing that did not serve a clear purpose. The orderly had cost a small fortune, but every penny had been worth it. Money had bought me fifteen precious minutes and one very cooperative staff member who looked the other way. Loyalty, I had learned over the years, was often far cheaper than people liked to admit.Mariah sat on the edge of the sofa, looking strangely at home. As if this had always been her place in the world. That was the thing about broken people. Give them exactly what they crave, and they adapt faster than anyone expects.Her hands trembled slightly as she watched me cross the room. It was not fear in her eyes. It was pure anticipation.I opened the small container and shook two tablets into my palm. Her gaze locked onto them immediately, bright and hungry.“Oh,” she breathed, leaning forward. “You brought them.”I did not answer right away. I let the want build inside her fi

Amelia.I told myself the drive to work would clear my head. It had to. By the time I pulled into the company parking garage, I had repeated the same sentence so many times that it had almost begun to sound convincing. There had to be an explanation. People lied. People sent cruel anonymous messages every single day. Nathaniel had promised he would explain everything that evening. He had never given me a real reason to doubt his love before. I could survive a few more hours.I straightened my blazer, picked up my handbag, and stepped out of the car. The lobby was as busy as always. Employees hurried past with coffee cups and laptops tucked in their arms.Receptionists smiled politely. Phones rang somewhere behind the front desk. Everything looked the same as it always did.So why did it feel so different?As I walked toward the elevators, I caught two people glancing in my direction. The moment our eyes met, they looked away quickly. My stomach tightened. Do they know? The thought