All Chapters of The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ABIGAIL'S POV I didn’t go back to Richardson’s house.I just couldn't bring myself to go there. The walls felt too tight, the air too thick, like if I stayed still for even a second, the truth would catch up to me and crush me under its weight. My mother’s room, my uncle’s lies, that hoarse whisper on the phone, they all collided inside my chest until breathing felt like work.I left the house without looking back or even telling anyone.The warehouse address was scribbled beneath the phone number, written in the same shaky ink, like whoever had written it had been afraid they wouldn’t get the chance to finish. I sat behind the wheel with trembling hands, staring at the paper for a full minute before turning the key.As the car pulled onto the road, my phone buzzed and when I looked it was Richardson.I answered immediately.“I’m on my way to a warehouse,” I said before he could speak. My voice sounded distant to my own ears. “It was written inside my mother’s bracelet box.”There wa

ABIGAIL'S POVForty-eight hours didn’t sound like much until the clock started ticking.It ticked in the walls, in the floor beneath my feet, in the hollow behind my ribs. Every second felt accounted for, watched, measured by people who wanted us dead.Richardson moved like a man who was already going madHe didn’t say anything to me. He didn’t announce his plan. He simply stepped into action with his phone pressed to his ear, shoulders squared, voice calm in that dangerous way that meant he had shut off everything unnecessary.I watched him from the doorway of his study as he paced.“Marianne,” he said, not bothering with pleasantries. “I need you now. Leave everything you're doing and attended to me please.”He paused. I imagined the woman on the other end who happened to be his best attorney, I was damn sure she was as shocked as I was. “Yes,” he continued. “They hacked a private residence, livestreamed illegally obtained audio, and issued a public threat. I want injunctions, restr

ABIGAIL'S POV.At first glance, the image looked harmless. I was going to Skip it when I thought to look closely.Blurry. Grey-toned. It looked like every ultrasound photo I had ever seen framed on clinic walls or tucked into expectant parents’ wallets. If I hadn’t known better, I might have thought it was another routine scan.But something tugged at my chest.“Zoom in,” I whispered, my fingers already moving on the trackpad.Richardson was standing behind me, one hand braced on the back of my chair, his body a solid wall at my spine. He leaned closer as the image expanded, pixels sharpening, shadows resolving into details my mind desperately wished away.Bood drained from my face.That wasn’t just an ultrasound silhouette.My eyes snagged on the background first—the corner of the image, barely visible, where a piece of equipment reflected light at a specific angle. Then the faint outline of a cabinet door. The way the wall curved slightly instead of sitting flush.“Oh God,” I breath

ABIGAIL'S POVThe address on the photo’s back burned in my mind: an old boarding house on the outskirts of the city. My stomach was tight with anticipation, every nerve screaming at me to move fast, but Richardson’s voice lingered in my head.“You shouldn’t go alone,” he’d said. “It’s too risky.”I had clenched my fists so tight my knuckles whitened. “Trust me, I don't need your opinion on this, I'm doing it myself. I’m not sending a team either, I’m going myself.”Avion had raised an eyebrow. “Alone?”“No. You’re coming with me if you want,” I snapped. “Let's find this kid, and know what the hell is going on. I can’t wait for anyone else.”He didn’t argue, just nodded. His calmness was grounding, but I could feel the tension in the car like static electricity. I knew he damn well wasn't in support of this but just didn't want to push it.The drive to the outskirts was quiet, save for the low hum of the tires against asphalt and the occasional muttered curse from me when I spotted som

ABIGAIL'S POVThe doorbell rang again, and jolted me out of my thoughts.This time, I didn’t even bother waiting, I was so eager to know exactly why she will be standing outside my house by that time of the day.I pulled the door open hard enough that it slammed against the wall, the sound cracking through the house. The woman stood there exactly where I’d seen her through the window, she had the same posture and walked exactly the same way. I looked her hand and saw the lock in it.Up close, she was younger than I’d expected. Early forties maybe. Her eyes flicked past me, scanning the interior. With the way she was looking around the house, I grew so suspicious and knew she wasn't just a random woman that wandered to this point, she came her specifically to check out something or maybe to even spy on me. “You’re so early,” she said.I didn’t pretend to even understand what she was saying or to even be nice to her. “And who the hell are you? What are you doing around my house? Do you