My Husband Sold My Innocence Fifteen Times Chapter 07

My Husband Sold My Innocence Fifteen Times Chapter 07

The body hadn’t been recovered. There was nothing more they could do at the station, so the police took their statements, told them to go home, and promised to call. 

Liam drove like he had a death wish, missing turns, running 

lights, barely seeing the road. 

Ethan wasn’t any better, slumped in the passenger seat, looking like something inside him had been hollowed out. The tears hadn’t stopped. He didn’t bother wiping them 

anymore. 

Every time Audrey’s smile surfaced in his mind, the pain ripped through him fresh, like something vital was being 

ripped out of his chest with bare hands. 

Neither of them went back to the hospital. Neither of them 

thought of Chloe. 

Grief had swallowed both of them whole. Inside the 

mansion, Ethan sank to the living room floor, clutching 

Audrey’s photo to his chest. 

He kept saying her name, over and over. “Audrey – I’m going 

to bring you home, okay?” 

The same words on a loop, like a prayer he couldn’t stop 

saying. Upstairs, Liam went to Audrey’s old room. 

Her scent was still there, faint, lingering, everywhere. He 

collapsed face–first onto the bed, arms wrapped around her 

pillow like it might turn into her if he held on tight enough. 

But she was gone. He would never touch her again. He would never see her again. 

They stayed like that for three days, like two ghosts drifting through empty rooms. 

On the third day, the police called about the paperwork, the 

identification–all the cold bureaucracy that came with death. 

Liam dragged himself off the bed, his head heavy as 

concrete, and pulled open drawer after drawer looking for 

Audrey’s documents. 

His hand clipped the edge of the laptop, and the screen. 

flickered to life. A video started playing, queued up and 

waiting, as if it had been left there on purpose. He ignored it 

at first. Then he heard the voice. 

“How do you think Ethan and Liam will react when they see 

this?” 

A sharp crack cut through the room. 

Liam’s head snapped toward the screen. 

On the screen, Chloe slapped herself across the face, hard 

and deliberate, then turned and ran, tears already in place, 

straight to him. Liam’s blood went cold. His hand found the 

mouse and clicked to the next file. 

One video after another. Every single incident–the slaps, the 

torn dresses, the chopped hair, the rumors–all of it staged. 

Performed and weaponized by Chloe. Every last one 

designed to destroy Audrey. 

Ethan had been standing in the doorway the whole time. 

He’d seen everything. The rage that hit him was so sudden 

and complete it turned his vision white. 

Years. They’d spent years punishing the wrong person. 

Audrey had been telling the truth, every single time, and 

they’d chosen Chloe. 

Audrey had tried to tell them. Again and again, she’d tried. And every time, they’d refused to listen and believed the lie. 

Liam was out the door before the last video finished. He 

drove to the hospital like he was possessed. Ethan was right 

behind him the whole way. 

At the hospital, Liam didn’t knock, he kicked the hospital 

room door open so hard it cracked against the wall. 

Chloe barely had time to arrange her face into that usual 

helpless look before Liam had a hand around her throat. 

“We gave you everything! We treated you like family! And 

this is what you did you framed her?” 

“For years – for years you’ve been lying to our faces! You 

killed her. You did this.” 

Chloe’s eyes went wide, real shock for once, as Liam’s grip 

tightened, and tightened some more. 

Then something shifted in her face. The mask slipped. Tears 

leaked from the corners of her eyes, but she was laughing, 

high, sharp, unhinged. 

“You want to talk about who really killed her? Look in the 

mirror. If you had really loved her, how could a few words 

from me be enough to make you turn on her?” 

“You did this to yourselves.” 

Liam’s jaw locked. He let go of her, or rather, threw her, and 

she hit the floor. He didn’t know if the fire in his chest was 

rage at her or shame at himself. Maybe there wasn’t a 

difference anymore. 

He called in the guards and gave the order without 

hesitation, send her to the underground auction house. Let 

her find out what three years in that place had really felt 

like. 

Audrey’s body still hadn’t been found. 

Every day after that, Ethan and Liam went to the river. They 

stood at the railing for hours, watching the water, waiting for 

someone who wasn’t coming back. 

If either of them had had even a shred less sanity left, they 

would have gone in after her, not to save her, but to follow 

her.