Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 1284:

A cold shiver surged through her, sending static across her skin. Her ears rang. The room spun a little. She froze, her thoughts folding in on themselves. Then, from the eye of the storm, Collin cut in almost casually. “Didn’t you want him dead?”

Her lips parted. She nodded. Then she shook her head.

Then nodded again. No—wait. Yes. No. Yes. She sat there, glitching.

Collin raised a brow, completely confused. He clicked his tongue and sighed. “What are you doing? Speak. You’ve got a mouth, don’t you?”

That jolted her. She swallowed and tried again. “Felix was a jerk,” she mumbled. “But… killing him? That’s too far. You did it for me, and I… I—” The rest collapsed in breathy stutters.

Collin, still oddly patient, slid a hand around her waist. “You what?” he coaxed.

Her eyes dropped to the floor. Her voice came out softer, slower. “You didn’t have to go that far for me…”

realization sank in. He had crossed a line, risked everything, for her. The weight of that truth ached in

a quiet laugh

up. “Why

She was just

brushing his thumb across her cheek like she was porcelain. “You’re my wife,” he said simply. “How could I sit back while someone

slowly, caught in his

more, she suddenly snapped to attention. “The police!” she exclaimed, panic overtaking everything else. “They’ll

moved behind him, fumbling to push his wheelchair toward a better hiding

catching her hand to stop her. “Hide?

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help!” she cut in, still wobbling slightly on her feet from the alcohol. But she looked dead serious. “I’ll take the blame. I’ll tell them I killed Felix. I’ve got a motive, and history with

For the first time, he was speechless. “You’d take the fall for me?” he asked slowly,

he searched her face. “Do you even understand what you’re saying? This isn’t a slap on the wrist. If they