All Chapters of My Husband Married Me For Revenge : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Audrey's POVReid drove with both hands on the wheel and didn't talk.I was grateful for that. The paramedic had wrapped my hands in gauze, and they throbbed in time with the engine. Every time I closed them, the bandage pulled. So I stopped closing them. I laid them open on my knees like something I was carrying for someone else.The lake road was empty. The mist had turned back into rain, light and steady, ticking on the roof. Behind us the orange glow shrank in the mirror until a bend took it.I had said Take me to Thane like I knew what I would do when I got there.I didn't.My father taught me to ride a bike in the driveway of that house. He ran behind me for an hour with one hand on the seat. When he finally let go, I didn't know it until I looked back and saw him at the bottom of the drive, hands on his knees, laughing. He kept every report card. He cried at my graduation and blamed the pollen.That man was one of three boys who locked a fifteen-year-old in a locker and went ho

Audrey's POVI took the phone out of Reid's hand before he could decide whether to give it to me.He let go. That told me more than the screen did.Whatever she's holding, don't let her take it back to that apartment. Come to me first."Whatever she's holding," I said. "Not the envelope. Not the key.""He talks like that when he's worried.""He talks like that when he knows." I handed the phone back. "Dad. How did that envelope get to you?"Thane was looking at the desk. "The mailbox at the gate. No stamp. Tuesday morning.""Someone walked it up.""Or drove.""Is it on the gate camera?""The camera's been out since Sunday." He rubbed his thumb along the side of his hand again. "I thought it was a fuse."Nobody said anything to that.I held the slip up to the lamp. My own handwriting, thin as a cigarette paper. He told you eleven."Warren's been in custody since before midnight," I said. "This came Tuesday.""He could have set it up weeks ago," Reid said. "He's patient.""He is. But lo

Audrey's POVThe hall clock was still running.Reid had said he'd known it since he was nine. I stood under it while his father locked the front door behind us, and I listened to it do what it had done for forty years. Heavy. Unhurried. Like it had never once been asked to hurry.Sterling didn't make us talk in the hall. He walked up the stairs ahead of us with his hand on the rail, and I watched Reid watch him do it. Reid's hand had left mine at the porch. I noticed because the cold came back into my fingers.The study smelled like paper and lemon oil. Green blotter. The lamp. The drawer on the right.Sterling didn't sit behind the desk. He took the chair in front of it, the one visitors got, and lowered himself into it like a man at someone else's meeting. Thane stayed by the door. Reid stayed by me."Warren," I said. "You said you knew who sent it. Say the name.""Warren Ashe."Thane's breath went out of him. Not a gasp. Just air leaving."He's mailed you a key every February for t

Audrey's POVReid's voice had gone flat and level. I knew that voice. It meant he was holding something heavy very still.I opened my hand. The steel key had left a red line across my palm."Then I'm not the one who opens the box," I said. "I'm the one who gets seen holding the key.""Yes.""Seen by who?""Whoever Warren wants." Reid looked at his father. "Whoever reads what's inside."Thane had not moved from the edge of the desk. He took his phone out of his jacket and looked at it for a long time."Mine didn't come," he said."What?""The notice. I'm on that card, Sterling. Second line. If the box opened, I should have gotten the same message you did." He turned the screen toward us. Nothing on it but the lock screen and a photo of me at ten, missing a tooth. "It's six forty. Nothing.""Mine came at 4:14," Sterling said."Only yours.""Only mine."I looked at the phone on the desk, still lit, still face up beside the lamp."Where were you at four?" I said."Audrey," Reid said."I'm

Audrey's POVReid stopped the car ten feet behind the sedan and shut off the engine. He left the headlights on."Stay here," he said."No.""Audrey.""You said it yourself. It's a house somebody wants us in. I'm not sitting in a car outside it while you walk in alone."He looked at me for about two seconds. Then he took the keys out of the ignition, put the steel one in his coat pocket, and got out.The gravel was loud. I walked past him to the sedan and laid my hand flat on the hood.Cold. Not cool, cold, the way metal gets when it's been sitting in the open all night."His car hasn't run in hours," I said."He said he'd just gotten here.""He didn't say that. You haven't talked to him." I took my hand back. "Nobody has."Reid didn't answer. He was looking at the porch, at the light lying across the boards. I knew he was thinking about the boathouse and a man standing in front of Paul with nothing in his hands. I let him think it. I was thinking about a different kind of silence.We