All Chapters of The Wife He Betrayed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alison Pendo sat alone in the darkness.For the first time in years, she hated her office.The broken desks.The shattered monitors.The overturned filing cabinets.The smell of splintered wood and dust.Every corner reminded her that strangers had invaded her space.Her sanctuary.Her life's work.Outside, Nakuru's nightlife continued uninterrupted.Inside, silence reigned.The security lights cast long shadows across the ruined room.Alison leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.Exhaustion washed over her.Not physical exhaustion.Emotional exhaustion.The kind that settled deep inside the bones.The kind sleep couldn't fix.For thirty-two years, she had believed she knew exactly who she was.Exactly who her family was.Now everything felt uncertain.Patricia wasn't her biological sister.The thought hurt more than she expected.Far more.Growing up, they had shared everything.Clothes.Secrets.Dreams.Heartbreaks.Patricia had been the first person she called when she got i

The morning sun rose slowly over Nakuru.For most people, it was another ordinary day.Children prepared for school.Matatus filled the roads.Businesses opened their doors.Life continued.But for Alex Midila, every sunrise felt borrowed.Every breath felt stolen.Every hour alive felt like a miracle.He sat beneath a rusted pedestrian bridge near the industrial area.His appearance had changed dramatically.The clean-shaven accountant was gone.In his place sat a man most people would avoid.His beard had grown wildly.His clothes were stained with dust and grease.A torn jacket hung loosely on his thin frame.His shoes were beginning to fall apart.To passing pedestrians, he looked like another street dweller.Invisible.Forgettable.Perfect.That was exactly what he wanted.Alex glanced at his phone.The battery indicator flashed red.1%His stomach tightened.The phone contained the second flash drive's contents.The file named: Project Ashes.The file that had already revealed P

The footsteps stopped outside the trailer.Alex held his breath.His entire body tensed.The old truck trailer was dark, cramped, and smelled of rust and rainwater.Not exactly a hiding place.But it was all he had.Another footstep.Closer.Alex gripped a rusted metal rod he had found earlier.It was a pathetic weapon.Yet better than nothing.The footsteps circled the trailer.Slowly.Deliberately.Like a predator testing its prey.Then silence.Terrible silence.Alex's heart pounded so loudly he feared it would give him away.Several seconds passed.Then a vehicle engine roared to life nearby.A door slammed.Tires crunched over gravel.And finally...Nothing.The person was gone.At least for now.Alex slowly exhaled.His hands trembled.The phone screen illuminated the darkness.Battery: 7%Time was running out.Fast.He looked again at the document.At the third name.The name that had nearly stopped his heart.Because it belonged to someone already connected to Patricia.Someon

Alex knew he was running out of time.Not tomorrow.Not tonight.Now.The phone screen glowed weakly in his hand.Battery: 3%.Three percent.Three tiny bars standing between him and darkness.He sat inside the unfinished building, hidden among piles of cement bags and rusting steel rods.His mind raced.The sensible thing would be to turn off the phone completely.Preserve power.Stay hidden.Survive.But another thought kept returning.What if he didn't get another chance?The truth was sitting inside the device.And if he died before sharing it, then Joel's sacrifice would mean nothing.Alex swallowed hard.Joel.He still wasn't convinced the journalist was dead.Something about the missing body bothered him.Joel was too careful.Too paranoid.Too experienced.The man had spent years exposing corruption.Men like Joel always had backup plans.Always.A distant engine interrupted his thoughts.Alex immediately lowered himself behind a concrete pillar.A black SUV rolled slowly alon

The unfinished house was silent.Outside, darkness had settled over Nakuru.Construction materials cast strange shadows beneath the moonlight.Wind whispered through open window frames.Yet Alex barely noticed.His entire attention remained fixed on the phone screen.The document before him felt impossible.Wrong.Terrifying.He read the sentence again.Then again.Then a fourth time.Still, the words remained unchanged.SUBJECT THREE SUCCESSFULLY INTEGRATED.Alex swallowed.The next line made his pulse accelerate.Raised within organizational control. Identity successfully altered.His stomach tightened.One of the stolen children hadn't escaped.Hadn't disappeared.Hadn't been hidden.They had been raised by the very people behind Project Ashes.The implications were horrifying.Twenty-six years.An entire life built on manipulation.An entire identity manufactured.Alex scrolled further.Unfortunately, most of the information remained redacted.Names hidden.Photographs removed.Lo