All Chapters of The Wife He Betrayed: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Patricia could not move.The photograph trembled between her fingers.The baby in the picture was wearing a small white bracelet around one wrist. A dark mark curved beneath it, almost like a crescent.She knew that mark.She had seen it every time she looked at her own wrist.For years, she had thought it was nothing more than a strange birthmark.Now it felt like a signature.“Alex,” she whispered.“I see it.”“No.”Patricia shook her head.“I mean the woman.”Alex looked at the photograph again.Mercy stood on the left.Grace stood beside her.And behind them was Obadiah.But the woman Patricia had noticed was not any of them.She was partly hidden behind Grace.Only half of her face was visible.Yet there was something familiar about her.Patricia moved the photograph closer to the light.“Who is she?”Alex studied it.“I don't know.”“She looks familiar.”“You've seen thousands of photographs connected to this case.”“No.”Patricia's voice became firmer.“I've seen her before.”A

For several seconds, Patricia simply stared at Bethwel.“The woman from the photograph?”Bethwel nodded.“She was seen leaving the property before the officers arrived.”“Did they catch her?”“No.”Patricia looked at Alex.“So she knew where the second Room Seventeen was.”“Apparently,” Alex said.Bethwel slipped his phone back into his pocket.“The property is about fifteen minutes from here.”“Take us there.”Bethwel shook his head.“No.”Patricia frowned.“Why?”“Because if the woman deliberately led us there, she wants us to follow.”“Then we don't follow her.”Patricia picked up the photograph.“We follow the evidence.”Alex looked at Bethwel.“She has a point.”Bethwel sighed.“Fine. But we do this carefully.”The three left the room.Patricia carried the photograph with her.Something about it disturbed her.Not the woman.Not even the baby.It was the expression on Obadiah's face.He had known something.Something that Daniel had apparently died—or disappeared—trying to protec

The gunshot shattered the silence.Patricia froze.For one terrible second, nobody moved.Then Alex grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her down.“Get down!”Bethwel was already moving.He pushed Dr. Merton away from the window as another sharp crack echoed outside.Glass exploded across the clinic floor.Merton stumbled against the wall.“Stay down!” Bethwel ordered.Alex crawled toward the broken window, keeping his head below the frame.“Where did it come from?”“Across the road,” Bethwel said.He had already drawn his weapon.Patricia's heart hammered against her ribs.She looked at Merton.The doctor was staring at the shattered window, but his expression wasn't one of surprise.It was recognition.“You know who that was,” Patricia whispered.Merton didn't answer.Bethwel noticed.“Doctor?”Merton slowly turned away from the window.“Yes.”Patricia stared at him.“Who?”Merton swallowed.“The same man I've been warning you about.”Alex's face hardened.“The man in the photogra

“Where is Mercy?”Patricia's question cut through the room.Nobody answered.Rose stood near the door, still holding Patricia's gaze.Bethwel was the first to move.“Everyone stays here.”He switched on his flashlight and moved toward the corridor.Patricia followed.“I'm coming.”“No.”“She screamed.”“I heard her.”“Then I'm coming.”Bethwel looked at her for a moment before nodding.Alex immediately followed.Rose remained behind with Merton.The corridor was narrow and dark.Bethwel's flashlight swept across the walls.“Mercy!”Nothing.Patricia's stomach tightened.“She was here.”“Yes,” Bethwel said.“You heard her.”“I heard the scream.”They reached the examination room.The overturned chair was still there.Patricia pointed.“That was Mercy's chair.”Bethwel crouched.He examined the floor.“There.”A small smear of blood marked the tiles.Patricia's breath caught.“She's hurt.”“Maybe.”Alex crouched beside him.“It's not much.”Bethwel looked toward the rear door.“It came

Patricia could not take her eyes off Rose.“That sentence was beside my name?”Rose nodded slowly.“On the original ledger.”Alex stepped closer.“What exactly did it say?”Rose looked at him.“I don't remember every word.”“But you remember that?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because Daniel was arguing with someone when I saw it.”Patricia's voice tightened.“Who?”Rose hesitated.“Gabriel.”The name seemed to change the air in the room.Bethwel looked at Merton.“You knew about this?”Merton shook his head.“Not the wording.”Patricia turned back to Rose.“You said Number Four chose Daniel.”“Yes.”“What does that mean?”Rose looked down.“It means the numbers weren't simply assigned to children.”Patricia frowned.“Then what were they?”“Choices.”“Choices made by whom?”Rose's answer was quiet.“By the children themselves.”Alex shook his head.“That doesn't make sense. Patricia was a baby.”“I know.”“Then she couldn't choose Daniel.”Rose looked at him.“Not when she was a baby.”Patricia's h