The Wife He Never Married, the Wife He Always Came Home To Chapter 07

The Wife He Never Married, the Wife He Always Came Home To Chapter 07

“These are Chase Vance’s electronic communications with Apex Enterprises. Complete records of the entire 

transaction.” 

“Seven years. Forty–three types of controlled substances. Billions in illegal profit.” 

The room exploded. 

Even the judge, who’d seen big cases, hadn’t seen anything 

like this. 

“Damn, forty–three? I thought it was just a couple. How many 

people did he mess up? Does Vance have any soul at all?” 

The audience gallery buzzed. 

Chase’s face went gray. All his composure gone. 

His hair was a mess. “Those records, I wiped all of them! 

How the hell did you get this? You’ve been planning this 

from the start, haven’t you?” 

He stared at me hard. Suspicion. Accusation. 

My heart sank. Even now, being doubted by him still hurt. 

“I’m not you. I was going to take those records to my grave. 

You’re the one who pushed me out.” 

Something in my eyes must have been too real. 

Chase’s gaze flickered. He looked away. 

I added more details. 

The case was clear. No defense left. 

Chase Vance was sentenced to thirty years in federal prison. 

When the judge banged the gavel, the whole gallery stood 

up and cheered. 

Noise all around. Across the distance, Chase stared at me. 

His throat moved. His lips opened and closed a few times. 

He held up his hand and showed me the scars, all those dense, tiny marks. 

“Harper. I… I did it all for you.” 

I gave a thin smile. Didn’t say anything. 

Chase Vance walked the edge of the law three times in his life. 

Once, for me. Underground fighting. Risking his life for money. 

That’s why I loved him so much. Because he pulled me out 

of hell. Because he would do anything for me. 

The second time, for Brittany Shaw. Bigamy. 

Ten years of common–law marriage. A decade of the certificate he owed me. He gave it to her instead. 

And the third time was now. 

He said it was for me. I didn’t believe him. 

This time, it was only for himself. 

I never asked for money or power. All I ever wanted was a small home with him. A kid. 

But the kids were gone. The home was gone. 

From the time I was little, my parents fought. My home was 

always screaming. Broken bottles everywhere. 

So I wanted a real home. Somewhere safe. Somewhere 

warm. 

Chase knew all of that. He held me and made promise after 

promise. 

And in the end, he was the one who destroyed everything. 

The police took Chase away. 

The man who ran Vance Industries, head held high, finally 

bent. 

Hair hanging over his face, hiding those sharp features. 

“Harper…” 

I just watched him. The same way he used to watch me.