All Chapters of MY HUSBAND'S TRAP: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“I hate you,” she whispered. “God, I hate all of you.”Then, more quietly, she added, “Why wasn't I enough?”The question escaped before she could stop it.Her knees weakened.“Why wasn't loving him enough? Why wasn't standing beside him enough? Why did I have to lose everything just to discover that none of it meant anything to him?”She pressed both hands against her face.“I gave him my life.”A sob tore through her.“And he gave me a prison cell.”“Charlene?”Margaret's voice came from the doorway.Charlene quickly tried to wipe her tears, but her hands were shaking too badly.“Don't come in.”Margaret ignored the request.“Sweetheart.”“Please, Mom. Not now.”Margaret stopped a few steps away.The word had struck her harder than Charlene could

“I won't.”“And if he discovers that Lottie is alive?”“Then we'll have to decide whether to tell him the truth.”Charlene shook her head.“No. I'll decide.”Daniel accepted the correction.“All right.”She drew the blanket over her legs.“I want to see every document we have about the night of the fire. Every report, every payment, every message. If there is a person who helped Geoffrey make me disappear, I want their name.”“You'll have the documents.”“And Daniel?”“Yes?”“When I finally face Geoffrey, I don't want him to see a woman begging for an explanation.”Daniel's eyes held hers.“What do you want him to see?”Charlene glanced at the mirror.“The consequences.”For a moment, nobody spoke.Then Daniel rose.

Eric turned around.“And this woman was supposed to protect her in court?”“Yes.”“Did she mishandle the case?”“Possibly. We need the original case files, correspondence, and hearing records before drawing that conclusion. But several decisions made during Lottie's defense are worth examining.”Eric returned to his desk.“Such as?”“Evidence that might have supported Lottie's version of events was either not presented or wasn't fully explored, according to the preliminary review. I can't yet say whether that was deliberate, negligent, or the result of information we haven't found.”Eric dragged a hand down his face.“Every person who should have protected her appears to have had a reason not to.”“That's what makes the case troubling.”“No. What makes it troubling is that a woman was sent to prison, a fire

Eric Reese stared at the photograph on his desk.It was an old picture of his younger sister, Lottie, taken on her wedding day. She was smiling, her hand resting against Geoffrey Smith’s arm.He had once believed that man would protect her.Now, Eric wasn't sure Geoffrey had ever loved her at all.His phone vibrated.Marcus Hale.Eric answered immediately.“Tell me you found something.”“I did,” Marcus replied. His voice was unusually serious. “But I need you to listen carefully.”Eric straightened in his chair.“What happened?”“We found a record connected to the vehicle that struck your sister.”Eric's fingers tightened around the phone.“The car involved in the accident?”“Yes. We managed to trace the vehicle through an old insurance claim and a repair record. The car was taken to a private garage shortly after the incident.”“Who owned it?”“That's the problem. The registration points to a company with several layers of ownership. We're still working on identifying the person who

But before he could leave, another message arrived.This one contained only five words.She knows about the clinic.The man's hand tightened around the phone.For the first time that evening, his expression changed.“Who told her?”No answer came.He immediately dialed another number.When the call connected, he spoke in a low, urgent voice.“There's been a change of plan.”A pause.“Eric is getting too close, and the woman we thought was dead may know what happened inside the clinic.”He glanced at the locked drawer.The man slipped his phone into his pocket and walked toward the door.But while someone was busy making plans to silence Eric Reese and Charlene, the woman they believed was dead was doing something they had never expected.She was getting stronger.And this time, nobody was going to decide how long she was allowed to live.