All Chapters of My Husband’s Twin Brother Is Back For Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

OLIVIAWe drove back to the city the next morning.I sat in the back seat with Grace in my lap, watching the trees give way to highways and the highways give way to the skyline. Ethan sat beside me, his hand resting on my knee, his thumb tracing slow circles against the fabric of my jeans. Neither of us said much. There wasn't much left to say.The penthouse felt different when we walked through the door. Brighter, maybe. Lighter. The security team was still there, still watching, but the weight that had been pressing down on everything for weeks seemed to have lifted, just a little.I put Grace down for her nap and then stood in the kitchen making tea, my hands moving on autopilot. Ethan was on the phone with Richard, going over the final details of the handoff. The FBI had agreed to take the case. They were sending a team to pick up the documents that afternoon."We're going to need to make a statement," Ethan said, walking into the kitchen after he hung up. "At some point. The pres

OLIVIAThree days passed, and Marcus was still out there.I counted the hours by the small rituals that kept me sane. Waking up. Feeding Grace. Checking my phone for updates that never came. The penthouse had become a cage again, and I moved through it like a ghost, touching the same surfaces, walking the same paths, waiting for news that would change everything.Callahan called every afternoon with the same report. No sightings. No activity on Marcus's known accounts. No contact with anyone from his old life. He had vanished, and the not knowing was worse than anything he could have done to me.I thought about him constantly. Not the way I used to, not with the raw terror that had defined the first weeks after his release. This was different. This was a low, constant hum of dread that sat in my chest and never went away. I imagined him watching us from a distance, taking notes, planning his next move. I imagined him finding a way to get to Grace. I imagined the phone ringing and his

OLIVIAThe days after Cross's death passed in a blur of phone calls and dead ends.Callahan called every morning with an update. The investigation into Cross's murder was ongoing, but there was little to go on. The motel had no security cameras, the room had been wiped clean, and the only witness was a night clerk who hadn't seen anything. Marcus had vanished again, and this time he'd left a body behind.I tried to focus on work, but the Eden campaign felt like a distant concern. I went through the motions, answering emails, joining conference calls, revising copy that didn't matter. Nigel noticed. He called me twice to check in, his voice careful, his questions gentle. I told him I was fine. He didn't believe me, but he didn't push.Ethan spent most of his time on the phone with Richard, with Webb, with a private investigator who had been tracking Marcus's movements for weeks. The investigator had a theory. Marcus wasn't just running. He was planning something. Something big."What k

OLIVIAThe photograph sat on the kitchen counter for three days before I did anything about it. I told myself I was busy the entire time. There was the Eden campaign, which had entered its final phase and needed my attention. There was Grace, who had decided that sleep was optional and spent most nights crying until I rocked her back into submission. There was Marcus, still out there, still silent, still a shadow that stretched across everything I did.But the truth was simpler. I was afraid of what I might find.Ethan had asked Richard to look into Eleanor Vance, and Richard had promised to dig through the family records. He'd called twice with updates, neither of them helpful. Eleanor had been a private woman. She'd lived alone for most of her life, had no known friends, and had left almost no paper trail. The only thing Richard had found was a death certificate and a deed to a house in upstate New York that had been sold decades ago."She's a ghost," Richard said. "Whatever she kne

ETHANWe arrived at the Reynard mansion the next afternoon.The house looked the same as it always had. White columns, wide windows, the kind of timeless elegance that came from old money and careful maintenance. But something felt different as we walked up the front steps. The air was heavier, the silence deeper. Whatever Elizabeth was about to tell us had been waiting for decades.She met us in the front parlor, a room I'd never liked. Too many antiques, too much velvet, too many portraits of dead Reynards staring down from the walls. Elizabeth was seated in her usual chair by the window, dressed in a simple gray dress, her hands folded in her lap. She looked older than I remembered. Tired.Grace was with the nanny in the nursery. Olivia had decided that whatever was said in this room, our daughter didn't need to hear it."Ethan. Olivia." Elizabeth gestured to the couch across from her. "Please. Sit."We sat. I could feel Olivia's tension beside me, her back straight, her hands clas