Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Cheating CEO Husband Wants Me Back : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

DOMINIC POV I woke up with my jacket still on from last night and the taste of scotch gone stale in my mouth. Grey light crawled through the curtains. For three seconds I forgot everything.Then I remembered his name on that television screen, and I was on my feet.Reyes.The man who stood in front of every camera meant for her. If I wanted Catherine, I had to start with him.I didn't call Marcus. He would have sent a team, a plan, a list of risks. The last time I let someone else stand between me and my wife, she ended up in a burning car. This one, I would do with my own hands.Reyes wasn't hard to find. A man who smiles for cameras leaves footprints. A business-club photo, a charity page, a gym membership mentioned in a magazine profile. By eight o'clock I was parked across from a glass apartment tower, a paper cup of bad coffee going cold in my hand.Reyes came out at nine, tall and easy in a navy suit, phone against his ear. He looked exactly like what the men at the bar had desc

CATHERINE POV I found Adrian at the house two days later, kneeling in the garden with Dylan, the two of them hunched over some contraption of sticks and string that Dylan had apparently declared a "trap for spies." Sera sat cross-legged nearby, telling them instructions neither of them followed.For one moment, I was watching him laugh at something Dylan said, I almost lost the resolve I'd spent two sleepless nights building.Then I remembered his hesitation in my office. “It's complicated, Cat.” Five years of trusting a man who apparently found the truth too complicated to tell me even now."Adrian." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Can we talk? Alone."He looked up, and something in my face must have told him this wasn't a request. He rose, brushed the grass from his knees, and told the children he'd be right back, his easy smile that never quite reached his ears.We walked to the far end of the garden, out where no one can eavesdrop on us, the late afternoon sun throwing l

CATHERINE POV The lawyer's office smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, a stark contrast to the storm raging beneath my calm exterior. Patricia Hale had handled Vance Construction Group's contracts since the beginning, a strong willed woman who'd seen enough corporate messes to never look surprised by anything I brought her.She looked surprised now."I've pulled everything back to incorporation," she said, sliding a thick folder across her desk. "Catherine, some of these early transfers don't match anything in our standard filing structure. I need to ask you directly, did you ever review the initial funding sources yourself?""I trusted the people who helped me start it," I admitted, my voice quiet than I intended. "I didn't ask enough questions back then. I was barely surviving, let alone auditing."She nodded slowly, understanding without judgment, and opened the folder to the first flagged page."This," she said, tapping a line of routing numbers, "moved through four different

DOMINIC POV My father was waiting in my hotel room when I returned, which should have been impossible but yet there he sat in the armchair by the window.His cane propped against his knee now looking older than I'd seen him in years."How did you get in here?""I'm still capable of persuading a hotel manager, Dominic. Don't look so shocked." His eyes moved over me slowly, looking at how bad I am in three days of obsession in a single glance. "You look terrible.""You flew out here instead of answering my questions on the phone.""Some things deserve to be said to your face." He gestured toward the other chair and for once, I sat without arguing. "I owe you the truth about Richard Moretti and a man named Elias Vance."My chest tightened at the name. "Vance. Catherine's father.""Yes." He exhaled slowly, the sound of a man setting down a weight he'd carried far too long. "Elias and I were business partners once. Decades ago, before you were born. We built something together, back when

DOMINIC POV The dropped call still echoed in my ears an hour later, but replaying it wouldn't bring her back to the line. I needed something solid, something that didn't depend on luck.I sat with my laptop open on the hotel desk, the folder Marcus had built over the last week spread across the screen, and made myself think like the man who'd built an empire instead of the man who'd just heard his wife's voice for the first time in five years.“She answered an unknown number.” That meant the call had gone through to a phone she carried on her, not a landline buried somewhere in an office. If I could get the carrier data on that call, even just the tower it had pinged before it dropped, I'd have a radius. A place to start that wasn't driving blind through unfamiliar streets.I picked up the phone and dialed a number I hadn't used in years, a contact from my father's old security firm, the kind of man who didn't ask questions if the wire transfer was generous enough."Mr. Moretti." T