All Chapters of My Billionaire Husband's Last Mistake: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

ElenaWe couldn't just sit back and wait for his lawyers to make the first move. Sophia sat on the edge of my bed and said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I was still weak from the day before, but I knew she was right. Waiting had never worked for us. Every time we waited, we lost something.I called Damian that evening."We need to talk," I said as soon as he answered. "A governance complaint isn't going to be enough anymore. We need something bigger. Something that shows this didn't start yesterday. It's been happening for a long time.”"I've been thinking the same thing." He was quiet for a second. "There's a woman at the company. She's been there for more than thirty years. Started as a typist when George was still running the place. She's watched this family for decades. If anyone knows where all this really began, it's her.”"Do you think she'll talk to us?”"I don't know. But it's worth asking.”We met Ruth two days later, not at the office but in a small di

ElenaThe person stepped into the light from my phone.His eyes were hard. He had on a coat that looked too expensive for someone standing in a dark hallway at midnight. He didn't look surprised. He didn't look like someone who had just caught us trying to escape. He just stood there, calm, like he had been waiting for us.I looked at him closely.Then it hit me.Whitlock.I'd never seen his face before, but somehow I knew it was him. The same way you feel a storm coming before the rain starts."Give me the bag," he said.Sophia's hand tightened around my arm. Her nails were hurting my skin, and I could feel it through my sleeve."No," I said. My voice sounded stronger than I actually felt.He moved fast. Too fast. I didn't know a man this old could move that fast. Before I even realized what was happening, his hands were already on my bag.I pulled back with all my strength. The strap burned into my shoulder."Let go of my bag," I said, but my voice wasn't as loud or as strong as I w

ElenaMarcus stood in the doorway. Hands in his pockets. Not moving."You should have listened to him," he said. "He told you to stop."Sophia's hand tightened on my arm."How did you find us," I said."Ruth's address has been in a file for thirty years, Elena. Did you think you were the only one who could read old paperwork?"I stood up slowly. My ankles hurt so badly."Where is she?," I said. "Where's Ruth?""Safe. For now." He stepped inside. Closed the door behind him. "That depends entirely on you.""Depends on what?.""The bag." He nodded at it, still on my shoulder. "Give it to me and this ends tonight. Nobody else gets hurt. Ruth goes home. You go home. We forget this ever happened.""You're lying.""Probably." He almost smiled. "But you don't have a lot of options right now, do you."Sophia stood up beside me. "You knew about the archive. You knew we'd be there tonight.""Of course I knew you were up to something." His mouth curved into the faintest hint of a smile. "Do you r

ElenaI read the message three times before I set the phone down.You have no idea what you just did."What does that mean?" Sophia said, reading it over my shoulder."Don't know."Damian took the phone from me, read it, set it back down without a word.Another notification appeared. An email this time.A press release. Not from us. Blackwood Group communications, sent six minutes ago.I opened it.My name is in the third line. Fabricated documents. A pattern connected to my medical condition. An affair. The word desperate, twice, in four paragraphs."He got ahead of it," I said. "Knew we were sending something before we sent it.""How," Sophia said."Doesn't matter how. He had this ready before we even finished building our case."Damian pulled up a news site on his laptop. Then another.Wife of Blackwood CEO Accused of Fabricating Evidence Amid Personal Crisis.I read the headline twice."This isn't him reacting," I said. "This is him already prepared for whatever we sent, whenever

Elena"He's speeding up," Damian said.I turned. Headlights closing in, too fast for a street like this."Faster," Sophia said."Working on it."We hit the main road at sixty. The SUV stayed on us, close enough now I could make out a shape behind the wheel. No face."Who is it.""Doesn't matter right now."It pulled into the other lane. Came level with us."Damian.""I see it."It swerved. Damian cut the wheel and we clipped the curb, tires screaming, the whole frame shaking under us."Hold on."The light ahead turned red. He didn't slow down. We shot through, a truck laying on its horn as it swerved around us, and the SUV had to brake hard or take the hit itself.That bought us maybe ten seconds."Left," Sophia said, pointing.He cut the wheel. The back end fishtailed, caught, straightened. Narrower street now. Houses dark on both sides."Still behind us," I said, checking the mirror."I know."Another turn. Then another. Streets I didn't know the names of. The SUV falling back but n