Hidden Scientist, Betrayed Wife's Revenge

eness. My mouth felt dry, my limbs heavy and sluggish. A strange, sickly sweet scent permeated the room, clas

close by. Graham's low murmur, followed by

ce, light and airy, carried clearly.

shown me in months. "She won't stir. She's heavy enough to sleep through an

rned with unshed tears. The pain of his w

ecause you're mine, Graha

tion. "You're my one true love, Keeley. She mea

g. My last shred of hope, that perhaps there was some misunderstanding, some explana

ged state, recognized the familiar intimacy that was beginning to unfold beside me. The sounds, the movements,

bs felt less heavy. I could feel the rough texture of the sheets agai

sudden anxiety. "That recording from earlier... if she got anything, it could ruin me. Our

she's too stupid to do anything clever with it anyway. She's just a naive

ere I' d hidden it before he came back into the room. But my work phone... the one with all the research d

gish, but improving. Keeley's voice was closer now. I h

tone sharp. "Her work phone. She was

l half-asleep. "It's probably in her

. "What if she recorded something important? The instit

rt leaped into my throat. I had to act. With a surge of adren

I said, my voice ras

, jumping back.

eyes wide with shock. "Elis

She lunged again, her eyes wild, despera

grip. Keeley grabbed my arm, her nails digging in, trying to pry my fingers open. We stumb

the railing of the

d, even in its drugged state, instinctively moved to protect. My ar

hrough my body, a white-hot agony that consumed

ards me, but towards Keeley, who lay whimpering a few feet away, c

espair, bleeding onto the cold stone patio, and he looked right through

ld wen

s. I was in a hospital bed, the crisp white sheets a stark contrast to the th

ce pale and drawn. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine.

gave me such a scare." He pushed himself up, coming to my bedside. "

ckening lie. "Don't," I rasped,

fine. Just a few bruises, a minor concussion. The doctors said you'll recover complet

And then, I would destroy him. I would protect my assets, every penny of the Morton legacy he so carelessly dismis

alked to the door, pulling out his phone. "I need to

ise is fine. She's just... being dramatic. She wanted something, som

he violence, the betrayal, the loss. My teeth clenched. He t

stronger now, when he re-en

Oh, it probably got damaged in the fall. Don't w

one. If anything happens to that, Graham, I will hold you personally responsibl

suspicion. "What are you talking about? What could po

y voice devoid of emotion. "You'

. "Are you threatening me, Elise? A

g his gaze head-on. "And if you continue

re a gold-digger, Elise, pretending to be some innocent academ

ing over me. "I want to be discharged," I s

ed. "Fine. But don't think for a se

. A nurse came in, her face grave. She held a clipb

. we did everything we could. But the fall... a

devastating. My baby. Our baby. Gone. The life I' d instinctively protected, the

emple. But it wasn't a cry of despair. It was a tear of grim resol

he damning message from Corbett, the one confirming Keeley' s identity. The one proving Graham's

othing left to lose. No innocent life to protect i