All Chapters of Secrets of a Hidden Marriage: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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Chapter 165: She Tore Her Own Costume. I Almost Felt Bad. Almost.

I grab Julian's hand and we run.Through the wings, past the lighting rig, into the backstage corridor where the noise from the auditorium chases us like something alive — four hundred voices compressed into a single desperate frequency, crashing against the walls and the ceiling and every surface between us and escape.I snatch a coat off the rack as we pass — props department, dark wool, anonymous — and shove it at him without slowing down. "Hood up. Now."Julian pulls it on without argument. For a man who has probably never worn anything under three thousand dollars in his adult life, he does not complain about the costume rack coat. This is why I genuinely like him.We hit the back door at full speed and burst out into the daylight.Behind us — nothing. No one. The back exit of Aldridge opens onto a service path that runs behind the science buildings, and it's empty, and for one full second we both just stand there breat

Chapter 166: He Said He'd Replace Him — And the Room Stopped Breathing

Felicity lunges.Not at me. At Chloe — hand raised, fury past the point of calculation, moving with the blind momentum of someone who has stopped caring what happens next as long as something breaks.She doesn't get there.My hand closes around her wrist in the same half-second her arm swings, and muscle memory — ten years of Taekwondo, ten years of early mornings and bruised knuckles and my body learning to move before my brain catches up — takes over completely.One pivot. One pull. One clean, practiced throw.Felicity hits the auditorium floor on her back with a sound that echoes off every wall.The room goes absolutely silent.Even I'm briefly surprised at myself.Felicity lies there for three full seconds — stunned, winded, staring at the ceiling with the expression of someone whose brain hasn't caught up with what just happened to their body. Around her, everyone has gone perfectly, identically sti

Chapter 167: The CEO's Wife Walks In Unannounced

Felicity stares at Adam like he just spoke in a language she doesn't have the capacity to process."What did you say?" Her voice comes out cracked at the edges, all that carefully reconstructed composure fracturing in real time.Adam doesn't repeat himself. He doesn't need to. He turns to Director Harmon with the clean, unhurried certainty of someone who made this decision before he walked through the door and has no interest in being argued out of it."I'll take the role," he says. "Give us the two weeks."Director Harmon looks between us — me, Adam, Felicity, the wreckage of whatever just happened in this office — and makes the calculation that a woman in her position makes when the most magnetic student on campus hands her exactly the outcome that's best for the school's centennial event."Done," she says. "Rehearsals start tomorrow. Don't waste the time."We file out.The hallway outside the administrative offices is w

Chapter 168: I Came to Surprise Him and Walked Into a Trap

"Stop it, Jess." I feel the heat climbing up my neck before she's even finished the sentence.Jess grins wider. She has always had the specific gift of finding the exact pressure point and pressing it with absolute precision and zero remorse. "I'm just saying — the CEO's wife, using the staff elevator, no announcement, no entourage — very mysterious. Very romantic." She sighs theatrically. "He's in a meeting, by the way. Probably another hour.""I'll wait in his office.""Of course you will."I move through the open floor plan — the long rows of desks, the familiar hum of keyboards, the particular concentrated energy of a floor full of people who are extremely good at pretending they aren't looking at me while looking directly at me. I've walked this space before. Spent a month navigating it as an intern, invisible and unremarkable, learning the rhythms of this building from the bottom.I am not invisible anymore.Every hea

Chapter 169: If You Upset My Wife, You're Done

Liam sees me before he sees anything else.That's the thing I notice first — the way his gaze moves across the floor and finds me with the immediate, locked-in precision of a man whose attention has exactly one priority in this room. Then he clocks the rest of it: the shattered mug, the soaked documents fanning out across the floor, the coffee still dripping off the desk edge in slow, deliberate arcs.His expression doesn't change. It never does. But his stillness shifts quality — becomes the specific, contained stillness of someone deciding something very quickly and very quietly."What happened here?"His voice carries without effort — low, level, the kind of tone that doesn't need volume because the room already belongs to it completely. Every keyboard stops. Every pretense of busyness evaporates.Ava moves first.She steps forward before I can draw a breath, and the performance she delivers is seamless &md

Chapter 170: He Called It a Trick — and Then We Packed Our Bags

The office door closes behind me and the noise of the floor disappears like someone cut a wire.Just us. Just the hum of the building and the last gold light pressing through the windows and Liam, already moving toward his desk with that unhurried ease that makes even the most chaotic situations feel like they were always under control.I stay by the door."That wasn't right," I say.He glances back. "Which part?""Firing Ava." I push off the door and cross toward him, because if I'm going to say this I'm going to say it to his face. "She was provocative and she staged the whole thing, and I'm not saying she didn't deserve consequences — but firing her on the spot? The moment I showed up? Liam, her family has connections all over this city. That's going to land on you."Liam looks at me for a long moment.Then he asks — completely calm, like it's a genuine inquiry and not a trap — "Was it satisfying? When I did it?"

Chapter 171: You Should Smile More — It's Devastating

Robert Hart is "discharged" the next morning.He walks out of Mercy General in his own clothes, carrying his own coat, waving off the nurse who offers a wheelchair with the particular impatience of a man who has decided the performance is over and would like his dignity back. I watch from the car and think about what Liam told me on the drive home — they do some version of this every year — and feel the complicated mixture of exasperation and genuine tenderness that Robert Hart always manages to produce in me.He staged a cardiac episode to get his grandson home.And it worked.We're back at Hart Manor, and we're staying.Dinner that night is the first time I've seen Adam since Director Harmon's office.He's already at the table when I come down — jacket off, sleeves rolled, the version of him that exists inside this house that is somehow more dangerous than the campus version, because it's quieter. Less arm

Chapter 172: He Showed Up — and Everything Shifted

I walk through the front door dripping, shoes squelching, hair plastered to my neck, and Elizabeth Hart takes one look at me and says absolutely nothing for a full three seconds.Liam is on the couch beside her. His gaze travels from my face to my soaked shirt to the small puddle forming around my feet, and something in his expression moves — caught somewhere between concern and the very specific, private amusement of a man who is absolutely not going to say what he's thinking."Oscar," I explain, before either of them can ask."Of course," Elizabeth says, like this is a reasonable explanation for the state I'm in."I was helping with the bath. He shook." I gesture vaguely at myself. "This happened.""Go change," Liam says. Quiet. Easy. The tone of a man who is not worried about me but would like me to be dry.I head for the stairs.I'm halfway up when the front door opens again behind me. I turn.Adam walks

Chapter 173: The Camera. The Kidnapping. The Thing Nobody Talks About.

He steps through the auditorium doors like the sunset itself sent him.White shirt. Black backpack slung over one shoulder. The last amber light of the evening following him in through the gap, catching the sharp angles of his face as he moves down the aisle — unhurried, self-contained, carrying that particular quality of stillness that makes every room he enters feel like it's been waiting for him.Three girls in the second row audibly stop breathing.I feel my own heartbeat do something I choose to ignore."You're here," I say.Adam stops at the foot of the stage and looks up at me. "Didn't you say rehearsal starts today?"Not good to see you. Not sorry I'm late. Just that — blunt, clean, matter-of-fact — as if showing up was never in question even though every part of me spent the last forty-eight hours convinced he wouldn't."Yeah," I manage. "Welcome to the cast."Rehearsal begins

Chapter 174: Fight the Fear — Even If It Breaks You

Liam's voice, when he talks about that day, drops to somewhere barely above silence."He was a different kid before it happened." He doesn't look at me. He looks at his hands, at the space between us, at something I can't see. "Loud. Ridiculously curious about everything. He used to chase the dogs around this yard laughing so hard he'd fall over." A pause. Long. Heavy. "I took him to the amusement park. I was thirteen. I thought I was old enough to be responsible for a six-year-old for one afternoon." His jaw tightens. "I wasn't."I don't say anything.I don't try to fix it, because you can't fix twenty years of a guilt that has calcified into something structural — something a person builds their sense of obligation around, quietly, without naming it. I just sit close and hold his hand and let the silence be what it is.After a while, he exhales.I lean my head against his shoulder."He came back," I say softly. "He's here. That matte

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