Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell!: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

ABIGAIL'S POV The days after finding that half-burnt wedding photograph felt like walking around with a ghost pressed against my chest, something I couldn’t shake off, something that haunted every breath. I couldn’t unsee the way Alexander’s hand had been on my waist in that picture… the way I had been smiling—smiling at him, as if I had loved him.And maybe I had. The thought alone nearly made me dizzy. At this point I just couldn't wait for the damn memories to come back already, I was so tired of trying to remember what exactly happened before the accident. Now a lot of things are happening around me and I damn need my memory back before history repeats itself.But today, I wasn’t here to think. I was here to take actions into my own hands and figure out what exactly is going on.I slipped quietly into Alexander’s room the moment both men left for work. My palms were sweating, my heartbeat loud enough that I feared someone could hear it from the hallway. Two maids were already ins

ABIGAIL'S POVThe morning had the same thin light I didn’t like. The kind that tried to be cheerful but only highlighted the cracks. I woke to the ceiling above me, heartbeat loud and slow in my chest. The house was quiet in that way that felt like a held breath. I lifted my hand and pressed it flat against my belly, feeling the small hollow of it, the little life that didn’t belong to any agreement or contract.I could not stop thinking that one stupid, cursed contract had rewritten everything.One signature. One year. One life folded into someone else’s plan.How had I ended up here again? How did fate manage to drag me back to the people who had once wanted me dead?I sat up and let the memories, scraps, flashes, the burned photograph roll across my mind. They sickened me. They rooted me in place. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through it.My phone buzzed against my nightstand. I fumbled for it with hands that wouldn’t be still. The screen lit up:Richardson Lagon — Transfer

ABIGAIL'S POVI didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror when the maids finished with me.I sat stiffly in the velvet chair in front of the dressing table, my palms pressed against my thighs as though gripping myself would keep me from floating out of my own body. One maid tugged at my hair, twisting the strands so tightly that the corners of my eyes watered. The other dabbed foundation on my cheekbones with machine-like precision.“I said the makeup is too much,” I muttered for what felt like the tenth time, flinching as the brush scraped along my jaw. “Please. Just… tone it down a little.”The head maid didn’t falter. She didn’t even blink. “Madam, we were given strict instruction by Sir Richardson. This look is required for tonight.”Required. As if I was an accessory. A well-polished ornament meant to sit and smile and behave.I felt helpless. Pathetic, even. All I could do was sit there, breathing through the tightening in my chest as they finished painting me into someone I didn’

ABIGAIL'S POVRichardson’s words hit me before the door even fully closed behind him.“So this is what you’ve been doing behind my back?”His voice is low, trembling with controlled rage, yet somehow louder than any scream could ever be. He steps further into the room, each footstep echoing like a warning.My heart drops painfully into my stomach.“Richardson…” My throat feels too small, too tight. “It’s not..”He cuts me off, practically spitting the words. “Don’t even try it, Abigail. Don’t. I saw Alexander’s hands on you. On your stomach. And you just stood there letting him.”I wrap my arms around myself without realizing it, the sting of his accusation slamming into every raw nerve in me. I can’t seem to breathe right. My palms are cold. My skin prickles with panic.“Nothing happened,” I whisper, though my voice trembles so much it barely sounds like mine. “He was just..”“Don’t lie to me!” Richardson snaps.The sound is sharp. Violent. My knees feel weak.He steps closer until I

ABIGAIL'S POVThe moment Richardson’s hand hit the doorknob, my heart stopped.I didn’t even breathe, my entire chest locked.Alexander froze too. I felt the sudden stiffness in the air, the tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes flicked to mine as if he was silently begging me to get away from him before it was too late.I stepped away from him so fast my knees almost buckled. I didn’t even know where to look or how to hold my hands. My pulse hammered painfully, violently, against my ribs as the door swung open and Richardson stood there.His eyes were fire. A wildfire burning straight through every single shred of control he usually hid behind.“What. Is. This?” he growled, stepping into the room. His voice didn’t even sound like his. It was so terrifying.“I wasn’t—” I choked out, but he wasn’t looking at me.His gaze was locked on Alexander’s hand, which was still in midair from where he’d been reaching toward me before I backed away.Alexander slowly lowered it. His expression d