Chapter 198

Chapter 198

"Hey," Silas said softly as Ivy entered the room.

"Hey," she replied, her eyes shining with a mixture of guilt and concern.

He looked away, afraid to show his pain. It still hurt that she had rejected him, but

he was willing to give her space-until she was ready for him.

He knew it might break him, but he was willing to wait.

"Hello, Ms. Stone," the officer beside him greeted.

"Hello," Ivy replied.

"Can you please confirm that this is the man in the footage?" the officer asked, pointing to the other room where a stranger sat.

Ivy moved closer to the two-way mirror and studied the man. After a few seconds, she nodded. "Yes, he is. He has the exact outfit."

The officer nodded. "Thank you for that, ma'am. We can proceed now." He left the room, leaving Silas and Ivy behind.

Silas swallowed, clenching his hands to keep them from trembling.

"Thank you," Ivy said softly. "I wasn't expecting this."

"Yeah," he replied, unsure of what to say next.

She turned to face him, her eyes glimmering with something akin to remorse. "Thank you."

He swallowed. "Yes."

She bit her lip, turning back to the mirror only for a split second, before facing him again. "I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have..."

His heart tightened at the hesitation in her voice. "It's okay," he said gently. "You're setting boundaries, and I respect that. I'm your husband, I should know better. I apologize."

Shock flashed in her eyes before she looked away.

His stomach dropped. "I'm still your husband, right?"

"Oh God, of course," she said quickly.

"Okay," he murmured, just as the officer entered the other room.

Silas tucked his hand into his pocket to ease the tension building in his chest,

Maybe it was time to propose again, to marry her properly.

No contracts, No media. Just love.

Then his mind drifted to Rosie, crashing the party with gunshots.

Maybe not.

Another officer entered the room, and it was time for the interview.

"Let's sit," Silas said, pulling out a chair for Ivy

Her cheeks flushed as she sat down.

"Good day. I'm Detective Mark, and this is my partner, Detective Long," the first officer said, gesturing toward his colleague. "So," he added, "Christopher

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colorful trousers shimmered under the white

judge of that."

the

exchanged a quick glance before Detective Mark nodded. "Yes, it

it was going to

Silas leaned forward, intrigued.

officers said nothing. They just let him

done it," Christopher said, rubbing his face. "If the

charges,

in her chair. "He doesn't know what he

on the trespassing for

brow. "The woman? Oh goodness, she's a

foot nonstop. His heart ached at her discomfort, and he wished he could pull her

But then-boundaries.

further, please,"

the same flavor, so we started talking. She told me she wanted to see her sister-in-law, who wouldn't talk to her." He

paid me two hundred dollars for the job. It seemed small, and I needed the money, so I did it.

glanced briefly at Silas and Ivy before

Long red nails. She was wearing Louboutin heels with a terrible

chest tightened as he stood up.

too. "They can get her with

he

she approached Beatrice too," Ivy said. “Random

like she wants

but he held it together "The phone

They both became silent.

mind raced. If Rosie had approached this stranger so

had she

remembered her threat, and the

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Detective Mark returned. "Do you

Silas said. "He described

Detective?" Ivy asked,

begin investigating and follow up on his

done. He extended a hand. "Thank you

shook it. "You're welcome,

on Ivy's waist, guiding

eyes met before

"So... time to

"Yes," she nodded.

wanted to say so much more, but he held back.

home, he would tear up the contract they had

them.

Ivy replied with a smile.

he turned

been checked, sir. We found

Silas for a moment before panic took

Rosie knowing everything?

you, Bud," he

as they started walking down the hallway, Silas saw

"Wade?"

toward

raised a

"Thomas."

Silas's chest. "He's

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