All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband's Last Mistake: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter TwoCheckMate!ElenaI slept beside my husband that night and did not feel a thing.That was how I knew something in me had truly shifted. Five years of marriage and I had never once fallen asleep without reaching for him, pressing my cold feet against his warm legs and listening to him groan about it. That night I lay on my side with six inches of space between us and felt absolutely nothing.Marcus was already up when morning came, showered and dressed in a dark suit and white shirt. And that watch — the one I had gifted him on our third anniversary, saved for quietly, privately, because I wanted to give him something that came from me and not from joint accounts and shared wealth.He was still wearing it.I hated that he was still wearing it.“Morning, love.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “You were out before I even came upstairs last night. How’s the head?”“Better,” I said.It wasn’t. The pain behind my left eye had graduated overnight from a dull press to someth

ElenaThe address Damian sent led me to a street with no signage and a building with no name. Just a black door with a brass handle and a man standing outside who looked at me once, checked his phone, and stepped aside without a word.I walked in.That morning I had woken still tasting the knowledge of it, sitting in my chest like a stone. Marcus had put something in my food. At a private dinner he arranged himself. With his own hands. For me. His wife.Hope you gave her the dose expected for her to go faster.I had replayed Sophia’s voice every hour since I crouched on that cold corridor floor. Calm. Practical. Like she was asking about a delivery schedule. And Marcus answering just as calmly.They knew about the cancer. And instead of telling me, they had decided to help it along.I got up, showered, dressed, and did not cry once.By midday Sophia was in the kitchen like nothing had happened. She didn’t know I’d been in that corridor. She didn’t know about the USB drive sitting in m

ElenaFiles received. First move made. Sleep well, Mrs Blackwood.I must have read that message ten times before the words stopped meaning anything. Sleep well. I actually laughed once, alone in the dark kitchen, a short flat sound that didn't even sound like me. As if sleep was still something my life had room for.My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Not the small tremor I'd gotten used to from the cancer. This was something else. Plain fear, the kind I remember from being a kid at the top of a diving board, except this time there was no one waiting underneath to catch me.I thought about my mother for a second, I don't know why. Maybe some part of me wanted someone, anyone, to tell me I was doing the right thing.She would have hated this. She would have hated what I'd turned into to make it happen. And still I sat there in the dark and I didn't undo it. I couldn't. There wasn't time left to be the kind of woman who takes things back.I forced myself to breathe until my hands settled. U

ElenaThe phone buzzed again in my hand and I nearly threw it across the room.Another message. Same blank number.*You should look closer to home. She knows more than she's telling you.*I read it twice, my pulse hammering so hard I could feel it behind my eyes, in that same place the cancer liked to sit. She. There was only one she it could mean in this house, and my stomach dropped straight through the floor, taking something with it I hadn't realized I still had left to lose. A small, stupid hope that at least Sophia's cruelty toward me had limits.I didn't sleep. I lay there running through every conversation I'd ever had with her, every cup of tea, every morning she'd asked if I was alright and I'd believed she meant it, searching for the one moment I'd missed something. By four in the morning I gave up and just lay there in the dark, listening to Marcus breathe beside me, waiting for the house to wake up around us both.He left for the airport at six. A Geneva trip, gone until

ElenaI heard my own heartbeat before I heard anything else.Marcus didn't look up from his book. "You went out," he said, turning a page. "That's allowed, Elena. You're a grown woman.""I didn't think I needed permission."He looked up slowly. "No. You don't." A pause. "Did you eat well?""Fine.""Was it busy?""Not really."He nodded like I'd confirmed something rather than answered a question, and I felt the floor tilt slightly beneath me. He reached for a folded sheet of paper on the side table and slid it across the coffee table without a word.I opened it with fingers gone cold.A photograph. Grainy but clear. Me, stepping out of the restaurant. Damian's hand at the small of my back, guiding me past a step I hadn't even noticed. Nothing, and also everything."I've known about Cross for weeks," Marcus said quietly. "Tonight just confirmed the timeline."I couldn't make my mouth work. My whole chest had gone tight, like something had reached in and taken hold of it."I'm not angry