All Chapters of The woman who inherited three husbands : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

For the first few days after Aria left, Salma moved through the Wellington estate as though she were only half present. She woke, showered, changed, attended to whatever small matter Devon or the others placed in front of her, and then found herself staring at her phone again, waiting for a notification she knew might never come. She still caught herself thinking that maybe the silence was temporary. That hope was becoming harder to maintain and her pregnancy wasn't helping. The nausea that had begun as an unpleasant inconvenience had become increasingly unpredictable. Some mornings, Salma could manage tea and a little toast without much trouble. On others, the smell of food was enough to turn her stomach before she'd even left her bedroom. That morning was one of the bad ones. She had barely finished brushing her teeth when her stomach twisted violently. She dropped the toothbrush into the sink and hurried to the bathroom, where she wrenched the contents of her stomach into the

Salma remained at her desk for another few minutes after placing her phone facedown. The disappointment was quieter now, but it was still there. She had stopped expecting Aria to call. That didn't mean some part of her didn't still hope she would. Eventually, she pushed the thought aside and gathered the files she needed for the evening. There were matters waiting for her downstairs. She locked her office in a way that would still allow Joyce to unlock it from the outside if documents required her attention. Salma stepped towards the wall behind her desk, entered the security code into the keypad and the door opened, she stepped inside and closed the panel behind her. The lights came alive along the narrow passage as she moved toward the transport waiting farther ahead. The system carried her from the Tower deep beneath the Wellington estate, where the Wofie Mafia operated out of sight of the world above. When it finally stopped, Salma stepped out and found Marcus waiting. “Yo

A week passed. Salma had stopped going to the underground office after the gunshot incident. She had stayed glued to Aria's side with her laptop working on whatever her assistants, Joyce from Wellington Tower and Marcus from Wolfe Mafia, sent her. At first, she missed one evening meeting. By the fourth night, Marcus had stopped asking when she would return. The North Atlantic corridor was still being traced. The companies connected to Arthur's old network were being investigated one by one. The shipment was still under surveillance, and every piece of information recovered from the man Salma had killed was being cross-checked against the records they already had. And whenever something required Salma's attention, they brought it upstairs. Medical monitors hummed beside the bed while business reports lay open across the small table near Salma's chair. Specialists came in and out quietly. Nurses checked Aria's vitals. Joyce called about meetings, contracts and executives who app

The first sign that something had changed in the Wellington empire came from the underground. It came from a shipment that never reached the port.Devon stood in the middle of the operations room with a manifest open on the central screen, his expression unreadable as three separate teams tried to determine where the cargo had disappeared.The shipment had been cleared through one of Wellington's oldest routes. The authorization was legitimate. The receiving company was legitimate. The warehouse was legitimate. Even the driver had passed every security check. Yet the shipment had vanished between the last checkpoint and the private loading facility.Devon looked at the map again. "Show me the vehicle."A technician pulled up the tracking feed. The truck appeared on the screen, moving along the designated route. Then, twelve minutes later, the signal disappeared.Devon's eyes narrowed. "Where did it go?""We're still tracing it.""You've been tracing it for forty minutes."The technici

A week of bed rest had changed Salma in ways she hadn't expected. There had been no miraculous recovery, no sudden return of the woman who once moved through the Wellington estate. But she had finally stopped pretending that she could carry everything alone.Dr. Aris had been merciless after the bleeding scare. For a week, Salma wasn't allowed to do anything more strenuous than walk to the bathroom and back. Her work came to her instead. She wasn't allowed to go anywhere near Aria's room. She hated it, but Sammy always came to her with the same news about how Aria was doing. Nothing had changed, but knowing calmed her down enough to remain on her bed.Salma hated the arrangement at first. Then, slowly, she began to understand why everyone had fought so hard to make it happen.Her laptop sat across her thighs that afternoon while she leaned against a mountain of pillows, a light blanket covering her legs.Three documents were open on the screen. The fourth had already been signed.The h