All Chapters of THE ABANDONED WIFE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Megan's gaze drifted, unfocused, as she settled into the plush leather of the company car's backseat. The city lights blurred into streaks of color, mirroring the chaotic whirl of thoughts in her mind. Athena, ever vigilant, her assistant, bodyguard, and now, trusted driver, navigated the winding streets with a practiced ease that Megan had come to rely on. The company had furnished her with the executive-level car, a perk befitting her position as Vice President.Logan, with his characteristic blend of generosity and persistence, had also offered her a sprawling, impeccably designed house but Megan had politely declined.It wasn't a matter of ingratitude, but a desperate need for the familiar. The bond she'd forged with Athena and Cindy in their home, had been instrumental in her arduous journey of healing. Their little home, a haven of warmth, love, and the comforting rhythm of everyday life, provided the emotional stability she craved. The thought of exchanging it for the ster

"It's an accident," the driver repeated, his voice a strained monotone, a mantra he clung to even as the flashing blue lights of the police cruiser illuminated the crumpled wreckage of the two vehicles.The officers, their faces grim and professional, weren't buying it. His insistence, though persistent, lacked conviction, a subtle tremor betraying his inner turmoil. They escorted him to the patrol car, the promise of a thorough investigation hanging heavy in the air.At the sterile confines of the police station, the driver's facade began to crumble. The dreaded alcoblow test, a routine procedure, revealed a trace of alcohol in his system."I'm coming from an office party," he stammered, his eyes darting nervously. "Just a little to drink, you know? Maybe that's why I was overspeeding."He seized upon the overspeeding angle, a desperate attempt to deflect blame. He painted a picture of a momentary lapse in judgment, a simple mistake fueled by a celebratory drink. He hoped the police

Logan emerged from the sleek, black sedan, the car door clicking shut with a muffled thud. He slid on his mirrored sunglasses, the cool lenses a stark contrast to the sweltering heat radiating from the sun-baked earth. This was a place erased from digital maps, a phantom location beyond the reach of GPS satellites, a deliberate absence on the grid. He stood on the edge of a small, dense forest, a labyrinth of gnarled trees and shadowed undergrowth, punctuated by the dark mouths of hidden caves. Rough, untamed roads, barely more than trails, snaked through the wilderness, leading to destinations unknown or, perhaps, deliberately obscure. The gate, a masterfully crafted illusion of interwoven branches and verdant foliage, blended seamlessly with the surrounding environment. It swung open silently, revealing a vast, verdant expanse, a hidden valley teeming with life. From the periphery, one could discern the silhouettes of wild beasts, their forms moving with a primal grace ag

**This is a torture chamber chapter. Please skip if it is not to your liking.**Harin drifted in a hazy state, a deceptive tranquility lulling him into a false sense of security. He lay on the soft, verdant grass of a meticulously manicured garden, the warm rays of the sun caressing his bare torso. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, creating a soothing symphony of nature. He smiled, a genuine, unburdened expression, and reached out a tentative finger to touch a vibrant butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower. Its wings, a kaleidoscope of colors, shimmered in the sunlight, a fragile masterpiece of nature.Then, the idyllic scene shattered. The butterfly, a symbol of beauty and fleeting joy, morphed into a swarm of a million ants, their tiny bodies coalescing into a writhing, menacing mass. They descended upon him, an army of miniature terrors, crawling over his skin, their mandibles biting and stinging, inflicting a thousand tiny pinpricks of agony. He thra

The promise of a long weekend, courtesy of a fortuitous Thursday and Friday public holiday, had lured Athena, Cindy, and Megan to a secluded cabin nestled deep within the whispering woods. The city's relentless hum had faded into a distant memory, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of unseen birds. This was their sanctuary, a place to unwind, reconnect, and simply breathe.The cabin, a rustic yet charming structure, exuded a sense of warmth and welcome. Athena and Cindy, with a quiet understanding, had graciously ceded the first-floor master bedroom to Megan. They viewed her not just as a friend, but as an elder sister, a source of wisdom and support. Their shared ground-floor bedroom, though smaller, held the promise of late-night whispers and comfortable camaraderie giving Megan the space she needed to unwind and recharge As the last rays of the setting sun painted the forest in hues of gold and crimson, Cindy began orchestrating their evening meal