All Chapters of Betrayed By My Husband, I Married His Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ICELYNGo celebrate with your perfect lawyer, Icelyn. I am done listening to you.Her words echoed inside my head again and again. The sheer agony radiating from her dark eyes had nearly dropped me to my knees. Before today, I had always prided myself on my flawless ability to read a room, to anticipate a rival's move, to control every variable on the board. Yet, when it came to my own wife, I had miscalculated everything.Last night on the balcony, I pulled away from her kiss because she was vulnerable. The terror of the media leaks had pushed her to a breaking point, and I refused to let our first real moment of physical intimacy be driven by panic and desperation. I thought stepping back was the honorable choice. I wanted to protect her from my own dark, consuming hunger. Instead, my sudden withdrawal made her feel unwanted.Then, during the emergency board meeting, I kept silent. Sitting at the end of that long glass table, I watched those pathetic, aging shareholders tear her rep

ANIKA"Anika, you do not understand the mechanics of what is happening behind the scenes...""No, do not try to smooth this over with logic," I interrupted, my chest heaving with every ragged breath. The air in the study felt thin, unable to sustain the fire burning inside me. "Last night on the balcony, you kissed me. You made me feel like you actually wanted me. Like I was more than a contract to you. Then, the second the media leaked those forged emails, you pulled away. You shut me out and went right back to Jasmine."Silence descended upon the study. The only sound was the heavy rain beating against the windows, a matching, chaotic rhythm to my racing heartbeat.Looking up into his handsome, unreadable face, the vulnerability I had tried so hard to hide finally broke through the surface. The protective walls I had built around my heart were crumbling, and I could no longer stop the wreckage."I am so tired of feeling like an imposter in my own life," my voice broke, losing its ha

AUTHOR’S POV. No.This… this can't be.Merrick stared at the glowing screen of his secure laptop, his chest tightening until breathing became a chore. He sat in his quiet home office in Long Island, the morning sun blocked by heavy, dark curtains. His private investigator had just sent a secure email containing a leaked draft of a federal lawsuit. Anika was preparing to serve the documents before the end of the week.The words on the screen blurred together into a terrifying nightmare. Embezzlement. Wire fraud. Attempted murder.They knew about the incident at the East River. They knew about the two hundred thousand dollars he paid to the warehouse foreman three years ago to run Anika’s vehicle off the road. Anika and Icelyn had not just uncovered the recent cyber-attack. They had unearthed every single skeleton he had buried to secure his power.How did they trace the cash? He had been so careful. He used unrecorded funds from a blind subsidiary account. He paid the men in unmarked

ANIKAThe morning sun had barely crested the Manhattan skyline when my driver pulled the sleek sedan into the private executive level of the Sterling Corporation parking garage. A strange, unfamiliar lightness bubbled inside my chest. Joy was not an emotion usually associated with this dark concrete structure, but today carried a different energy. Today felt like breathing pure oxygen after spending three years suffocating under freezing water.The federal marshals had executed the warrants at dawn. Jasmine Vance had sent a secure message just twenty minutes ago confirming the delivery. The papers were formally served at the Long Island estate. The criminal indictments for wire fraud and attempted murder were officially in the hands of the authorities. The dark shadow that had haunted my every step was finally dragged into the unforgiving light of day.My smartphone remained pressed tightly to my ear as the driver shifted the transmission into park. I was halfway through a crucial c

AUTHOR’S POV"I am not the one who hired a thug to drown his own wife in the East River. You want to talk about criminal charges? Let us talk about attempted murder. Let us talk about the two hundred thousand dollars you paid a warehouse foreman to kill Anika three years ago."The mention of the river sent a cold shockwave through his system."Keep your voice down," Merrick hissed, glancing nervously toward the large windows, as if the federal agents were already standing on the lawn listening to their confessions."Why should I?" Karla challenged, stepping closer to him. Her green eyes burned with venomous spite. "The secret is out. Jasmine found the slush fund. She found the paper trail. You tried to murder her, and you even failed at doing that properly. If you had just made sure she was dead, none of this would be happening. Icelyn would never have married her. The logistics empire would still belong to us. But you botched the job, just like you botch everything else in your miser