All Chapters of The Woman He Lost : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Morning came slowly over Silverbrook, the sunlight filtering softly through the tall apartment windows. But for Ava, there was no peace in the new day only the lingering tension of the threat that had appeared the night before.She moved carefully, preparing breakfast for the twins, her every motion deliberate. Even in these small, mundane tasks, her mind raced with strategies. The envelope, the message, the shadow of danger it wasn’t just a warning. It was a test. And she refused to fail.Lucas arrived shortly after, eyes sharp and vigilant. His suit, crisp as ever, seemed almost out of place in the warm domesticity of her apartment, but the contrast only reminded Ava how deeply their worlds had intertwined.“Good morning,” he said, voice steady but carrying a note of concern. “I called a private security contact last night. We’re not taking this lightly.”Ava set a plate of toast and scrambled eggs on the table. She didn’t look at him immediately. “Lucas, whoever sent that message…

Night had fully descended over Silverbrook, painting the city in shades of deep blue and gold. The streets below Ava’s apartment glimmered with scattered streetlights, their reflections rippling across the windows as she studied the scene from above. Every shadow seemed alive with possibility, every distant sound a potential signal. Lucas stood beside her, reviewing the latest data from the security team. Multiple sightings of the black SUV had been confirmed, all patterns leading to the same neighborhood near the riverfront. Whoever was behind this had resources, connections, and patience. But patience had a limit, and Ava’s resolve had reached it. “They’ll make a move tonight,” Lucas said, voice low but urgent. “We need to be ready when they do.” Ava nodded, eyes narrowed in determination. “We know their vehicle. We know their patterns. We’re not going in blind. Tonight, we take the first strike.” The twins slept soundly in the adjacent room, unaware of the tension coiling in th

The night air was thick with tension as Ava and Lucas approached the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Silverbrook. Streetlights flickered intermittently, casting long shadows that danced across the cracked pavement. The city felt distant here, as though the world outside had been replaced by a silence that demanded attention. Every sound the faint rustle of leaves, the distant hum of traffic, even their own footsteps echoed in the darkness.Ava’s heart beat steadily, her usual calm unwavering, but inside, a storm of anticipation and focus churned. Five years ago, she had been vulnerable, reactive, defenseless. Tonight, nothing could touch her or her children. She had prepared for every eventuality, mapped every possible escape, and anticipated every move their adversary might make.Lucas moved beside her, carrying a small bag of surveillance equipment. He glanced at her, the faintest trace of admiration in his eyes. “Ready?” he asked quietly.Ava nodded. “Always.”The warehous

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Ava’s temporary office, casting thin lines of light across the floor. The warehouse operation from the night before still lingered in her mind, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. She had achieved what needed to be done, yet she knew better than to let success lull her into complacency. The real danger was always the unseen, the unpredictable.Lucas stood near the doorway, his posture tense, eyes scanning the street below. “I’ve coordinated with legal,” he said. “Evidence is secure, statements are recorded, and there’s a contingency plan in case they try to interfere.”Ava nodded, appreciating his thoroughness but not allowing herself to relax. “Good. But we both know legal steps aren’t enough. They’ve underestimated us for too long. If we’re not proactive, we’ll pay the price.”Lucas met her gaze. “What do you propose?”She walked to the table, spreading out a map of the city and several printed schedules. Her hand hovered over key loc

Ava didn’t sleep well that night. The moonlight spilled across the room in pale streaks, casting shadows that seemed to shift and stretch with every flicker of the streetlights outside. The twins had been put to bed earlier, exhausted from a day filled with laughter and new toys, but Ava’s mind refused to follow their rhythm. Every movement she had studied in Richard Ellis’s photos replayed like a silent, precise film, showing the patterns of potential threats, the vulnerabilities of her carefully constructed sanctuary.Sitting at her desk, she traced the outlines of streets, doorways, and windows, mapping possible escape routes, noting points of observation, and calculating response times. It was methodical, almost obsessive, but Ava had learned over the years that survival demanded this level of preparation. One misstep, one miscalculation, could unravel everything she had built everything she had fought for.Her thoughts drifted to Lucas, though she tried to push them away. Seeing