All Chapters of MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damien Something had changed between Vivian and me.I noticed it the morning after I told her I would always be there for her.She was still the same woman. She still questioned every decision, challenged every suggestion, and insisted on handling things herself. But there was a difference in the way she looked at me.She watched me when she thought I was not paying attention.At breakfast, I caught her staring at me over the rim of her coffee cup. The moment our eyes met, she looked away.I said nothing.An hour later, she did it again.This time, I smiled.Her cheeks warmed.“What?” she asked.“Nothing.”“You are looking at me strangely.”“I could say the same about you.”“I do not know what you mean.”“You have been watching me all morning.”Her eyes widened. “I have not.”“You have.”“I was thinking.”“About me?”“No.”The answer came too quickly.I laughed.She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her coffee.I decided not to tease her further.There were more important

CELESTE’S POVSleep had barely left me when the sound of my phone disturbed the quiet of my bedroom. The unexpected call irritated me immediately because I had no desire to deal with anyone at that hour. When I saw my father’s name flashing on the screen, my annoyance disappeared. I picked up the call quickly, already aware that he would not contact me unless something important had happened.“Dad, what happened?”“Celeste, Adrian has started investigating the people around him,” my father said.The words caught my attention instantly. I sat up, pushing the blankets away as my eyes widened. My heart started beating faster, and I pressed my hand against my temple while trying to understand what he was telling me.“Does Adrian suspect me?”“He suspects everyone,” my father replied calmly. “He is searching for answers, and right now, anyone connected to him could become a target.”My fear became harder to hide. I lowered my voice as I spoke.“Should we stop? Maybe this has gone too far.”

VIVIAN'S POVThe sound of my phone ringing repeatedly pulled me out of sleep. I reached for it with tired eyes and immediately noticed several missed calls from Daniel Mercer, my legal adviser.Something was wrong.Daniel never called multiple times unless the situation required my immediate attention.I returned the call.“Daniel, what happened?”“Vivian, the Swiss bank transaction has been approved,” he said.For a moment, relief passed through me.Then I heard the hesitation in his voice.“But there is a problem with the final transfer.”My expression changed.“What happened?”“Someone filed an emergency legal complaint claiming that the funds used for the acquisition came from an undisclosed source. They are requesting an immediate review before the transfer can be completed.”I sat up fully.“They are trying to freeze the transaction.”“Yes,” Daniel confirmed.My hands tightened around the phone. Someone was moving against me, and they had chosen the exact moment when the acquisi

DamienThe moment I heard her voice, I knew something had happened. Vivian rarely reached out when things became difficult. She had spent five years carrying every burden alone, and asking for help was something she still struggled with.When she told me about the shutdown at Lancaster’s manufacturing facility, I did not hesitate.I went straight to the Sinclair estate.By the time I arrived, Vivian was already in the library. She sat at the large desk surrounded by financial documents, reports, and notes. Several files were open in front of her, and her attention was fixed on every detail.She looked exhausted.Not weak.Never weak.But tired.“Vivian.”She looked up.“Damien.”I walked closer and glanced at the documents in front of her.“You have been trying to find a connection.”“I need to understand who is behind this,” she replied.I pulled out a chair and sat across from her.“Did you order the complaint against Lancaster?”Her eyes immediately met mine.“No.”There was no hes

VivianMorning light spilled through the curtains when the housekeeper knocked softly on my door and told me that Damien was waiting outside the estate. Confusion tugged at me as I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs, wondering what could have brought him here at such an early hour without calling first.Damien stood near his car at the edge of the driveway, his expression tighter than I had seen it in weeks. I asked why he had come so early, and he told me that something had happened during the night. My stomach dropped at the seriousness in his voice."What happened?" I asked, walking closer to him.Without another word, he reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone, turning the screen toward me. I studied the image carefully, and recognition hit me almost instantly. It was a photograph of the two of us, standing together in a hospital corridor, his arm wrapped in bandages and my face still young and unguarded. I remembered that hospital well. I remembered the night I s