All Chapters of My Husband Married Me For Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Reid’s POVWe ducked into the doorway of a shuttered storefront, the only cover we could find. For the first time since the flashlight found us, neither of us was running.I lowered myself onto the raised step, my legs finally giving out. Audrey stayed against the glass, watching the street instead of me.I didn't know what to say to her. For months, I'd imagined this moment, demanding answers, asking where she'd been and why she'd left without a word.Now that she was standing three feet away, none of it came out the way I'd imagined.“Audrey.”She swallowed.“Reid…”Her voice was quieter than I remembered.I wanted to ask where she'd been. I wanted to ask why she'd left.Instead, I asked the question that mattered most.“You knew my father was alive.”Her fingers tightened around the edge of her coat.She said nothing.“You knew.”“I didn't know how to tell you.”“You could have started with the truth.”A tear slipped down her cheek. She wiped it away.“I was trying to protect you.”

Reid's POVI raised my gun before I realized I'd drawn it.Something had moved inside the warehouse.Across the street, a broken security light flickered above the entrance, throwing brief flashes across the loading dock.Audrey's fingers closed around my arm.“Did you see that?”“Yes.”A shadow crossed one of the second-floor windows.Slow.Deliberate.Then it vanished.“Someone's inside,” Audrey whispered.“He wants us to know.”I pulled the black phone from my pocket and checked the last message.He's closer than you think.Audrey read it over my shoulder.“He wants us inside.”“That's exactly why we shouldn't go.”“We need his name.”“And if it's a trap?”I looked at the warehouse.“It already is.”She watched me for a moment.“You're still going in.”“Yes.”“Then I'm coming with you.”“No.”“Reid.”“If something happens—”“It already almost did in that alley. I'm not standing outside while you walk into another one alone.”There was no point arguing with her.“Stay behind me.”“F

Reid's POV "Protect you from me?" The door opened before Audrey could answer. A man stood there. Older. Gray at the temples. His coat was worn at the sleeves, like he'd been wearing it too long to notice. Two men waited behind him on the catwalk, guns raised. Audrey stopped breathing. "Dad." I looked at her, then at the man in the doorway. Her father. For eleven months I'd believed he was dead. So had she. "Audrey." She took one step forward. "You're alive." His face tightened. "You shouldn't have come back." "You told me Reid would die if I did." "I told you what I had to." Her eyes filled. "You lied to me." "I was trying to keep you safe." "Stop saying that." Her voice cracked. One of the men on the catwalk shifted his weapon. I raised mine. "Everyone stays where they are." "Reid—" "No. I can't take another secret tonight." I looked at her father. "You knew my father." "Yes." "How." He hesitated. "Ten years ago, he came to me. He needed help." "What kind." Hi

Reid's POVThe lights hummed once, twice, and steadied into a flat white glow that made everything in the room look flatter than it should have.The man in the doorway had changed. Thinner than I remembered, cheekbones sharper, like the last eleven months had taken something from him and never given it back. A scar cut through one eyebrow that hadn't been there the last time I'd seen his face — at a podium, delivering the eulogy I'd written for him in a fog I still couldn't fully remember. But the voice, when it finally came, belonged to someone I'd known since we were nineteen, someone I'd trusted with things I'd never told my own father."Cam."He didn't move right away. Just stood there in the wash of fluorescent light and let me look at him long enough to be sure I wasn't imagining it."You're supposed to be dead," I said, and my voice came out rougher than I meant it to."So are you. Funny how that word's stopped meaning anything tonight."Audrey made a sound beside me, half my n

Reid's POV The mystery man didn't move when Cam raised the gun higher. That was the part that unsettled me. Not the envelope. Not even the photograph still trembling in Audrey's hands. It was that a man with three barrels trained on his chest stood there like he was waiting for a bus. "You're not going to shoot me," he said. "Not yet. You still need me to talk." "Try me," Cam said again, and this time his voice had nothing thin left in it. Audrey's phone was still lit in her palm. DON'T TRUST CAM sat there glowing between us like something radioactive, and I watched Cam's eyes drop to it, watched him read his own name on a stranger's warning and go very still. "You're seeing that," he said. Not a question. "I'm seeing it." "Someone wants you to stop trusting me right when I have the least reason to lie." "Convenient timing either way," I said. Cam's jaw worked. He didn't look at me. He looked at Audrey, like she was the only vote that mattered. "I went to Prague because you