All Chapters of The Secret Wife: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

In the stillness of the room, I found myself searching for answers, grasping at fragments of truth that remained elusive. Uncertainty shrouded the air, casting shadows upon the fragile bond we had just rekindled.As I lay there, my thoughts became a swirling storm of speculation, my mind desperate to decipher the enigma that Cullen had become. The weight of the unknown pressed upon me, leaving me yearning for clarity, for the pieces of the puzzle to fall into place.For now, the answers eluded me, leaving me with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. He had found out the baby wasn't his, but at that time, I remained oblivious to this revelation. Cullen played his game with meticulous precision, concealing his knowledge beneath a facade of normalcy. It wasn't until we returned to New York that I began to sense a shift in his demeanor.Throughout our time together, his actions and words had seemed genuine, his affection sincere. I had no reason to suspect that something was amis

"It's... it's your son, ma'am... he was here with me in the dining area just a minute ago, but I turned my back for a moment, and... and he's gone," Carla's words spilled out, interrupted by her own sense of disbelief and panic."Carla, he what????" I gasped, my mind reeling with a mixture of shock, fear, and a mother's protective instinct.In the midst of this distressing conversation, Drew entered the restaurant, his gaze immediately drawn to my troubled expression. He hurried towards my table, his brow furrowed in confusion, trying to comprehend the frantic energy that surrounded me."He's not here, ma'am," Carla's voice quivered over the phone, further deepening the dread that gripped my heart.As Carla's words echoed in my ears, my grip on the phone faltered, and it slipped from my ear, coming to rest on my lap. Drew, now by my side, reached out to steady me, his concern etched upon his face."Brielle, Brielle! What's the matter?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with worry and c

Without hesitation, Cullen reached for his landline, calling Carla to come to his study, and then hung up. The wheels were set in motion, and we would uncover the truth."If Dionne is truly behind this, I'm putting her behind bars for good. She has to stop meddling in my life once and for all," Cullen declared with a fiery resolve.I nodded in agreement, the weight of our shared determination filling the room. It was time to confront the maids, to unveil the secrets that lay hidden within the walls of the mansion. The search for my missing child would not falter, for his safety and well-being were paramount.Carla arrived at the study, her face marked with distress."Carla, I need you to assemble all the maids in the living room, ASAP," Cullen commanded, his tone firm and commanding."Sir, there's... there's actually a problem," Carla stammered, her voice trembling."What's the problem?" Cullen snapped, his anger palpable."One of the maids left last night, she didn't inform anyone

The soft padding of my footsteps echoed through the air, blending with the distant sounds of the house. I held my son tightly, cradling him in my arms, finding solace in his innocence and the warmth of his presence.Finally, I reached the sanctuary of my room. The door stood before me, a barrier between the external turmoil and the tranquility I longed for. With a gentle push, I closed the door behind me, shutting out the outside world and creating a space of respite.The room enveloped me in its familiar embrace. Soft, muted colors adorned the walls, creating an atmosphere of serenity. The scent of fresh flowers wafted delicately, lending a touch of tranquility to the air.Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I took a deep breath, allowing the tension to melt away. The room seemed to exhale with me, as if understanding the weight I carried on my shoulders. I moved further into the room, making my way to a comfortable seating area.Gently lowering myself onto a plush armchair, I c

After finishing pumping the first bottle, I carefully handed it over to Carla, ensuring its secure grip in her capable hands. Then I moved on to prepare for the next bottle, the rhythmic routine becoming second nature to me.As I focused on the task at hand, a sudden curiosity tugged at my heart. The words slipped past my lips before I could even fully comprehend their weight."Carla, you have kids, right?" I asked, the question hanging in the air, laden with a mix of genuine interest and vulnerability.Carla, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected inquiry, paused mid-feed, her eyes meeting mine. There was a flicker of surprise, but she quickly regained her composure, her expression attentive and compassionate."Ma'am..." she began, but I interrupted her, my words tumbling out in a rush."It's totally fine. I... I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry," I apologized, my voice tinged with regret.Carla's response was gentle, her tone infused with understanding. "No, it's fine, Ma'am Br