All Chapters of The Wife He Used as a Scapegoat : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

~ Isabella ~I sat at the very long dining table inside the Wolfe family's huge house in the Hamptons. The silver forks and crystal glasses clinked together. Even though the room had a big fireplace, I felt a little cold. I could not stop thinking about the strange warning message that blinked on my computer screen earlier today. A red box had popped up from nowhere. I tried to push the thought away. I smiled, picked up my heavy silver knife, and cut a small piece of chicken. Nathan sat right next to me. He looked handsome in his dark blue suit, but he was not paying attention to the food. He was busy typing fast on his phone under the table. He was always working. His father, Arthur, sat at the head of the table. Arthur was an older man with perfectly combed gray hair and sharp, cold eyes. He wiped his mouth with a white cloth napkin. He set the napkin down very slowly and looked right at me. "Isabella," Arthur said loudly. His voice echoed in the big dining room. "This soup is mad

~ Nathan ~I stormed down the carpeted hallway of the executive suite, my fists clenched at my sides. I was looking for Victoria. She had no business meeting with the corporate auditors behind my back.Before I could reach her office, my best friend and chief lawyer, Julian, grabbed my arm. His grip was tight, and his face was unusually pale."Nathan, stop," Julian whispered, pulling me into the main boardroom. "You need to see this right now."I stepped into the room. The air felt heavy. My father, Arthur, sat at the edge of the long glass table. Victoria stood next to him, her arms crossed. On the table sat a thick black folder, open to reveal dozens of printed bank documents."What is going on here?" I asked, looking from Julian to my father. "I was looking for you, Vicky. Why were you talking to the auditors?""Because I was trying to save our family, Nathan," Victoria said. Her voice shook, and she pointed a finger at the papers on the table. "I tried to tell you at dinner. Someo

~ Nathan ~The Wolfe Corporate Tower was completely quiet. Usually, hundreds of people walked across the shiny white marble floors. Computers made clicking noises all day. Telephones rang constantly. People argued about money and big business deals. Now, it was late at night. Most of the lights were turned off. The big building felt empty and cold. My leather shoes made a loud *thump, thump, thump* sound as I walked past rows of empty desks.I had saved my business empire today. The big global merger was still safe. The banks were happy with me. The stock market would not crash tomorrow. But my chest did not feel happy. It felt like a giant, hollow hole was growing right inside my body. I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Far below, the yellow taxicabs looked like tiny bugs moving on the street. The lights of Manhattan blinked in the dark night. I should have felt like a powerful king. Instead, I just felt entirely alone.I turned away from the window and walked into

~ Nathan ~I woke up gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The cotton sheets were soaked with sweat. I sat up in the dark room and rubbed my face with both hands. It was the exact same nightmare again. In the dream, I was sitting at the long glass table in the corporate tower, holding a heavy blue pen. Isabella stood across from me. Her face was pale, her eyes were wide with tears, and her wrists were locked in shiny silver handcuffs. *Please, Nathan, look at me!* she screamed. Then, I signed the formal indictment papers anyway, and the ground opened up to swallow her whole.I turned my head to look at the large clock on my nightstand. It was six o'clock in the morning. The bright sun was just starting to climb over the Atlantic Ocean, sending streaks of gold light through my bedroom windows. But the massive house still felt freezing cold to me.Two years had passed since that terrible day. Two years since the federal guards dragged my wife away.Dur