My Husband Wants An Open Marriage (Julie and Ryan) novel Chapter 30

CHAPTER 030: State Of New York Versus Elaine Jenkins 

Ryan lets out a shaky breath. “So this is what it comes down to? Blackmail?” 

“Call it what you want,” Elaine says. “But yes, Ryan. Blackmail. You want Julie back? You want your life back? You get me out of here. Simple as that.” 

He runs a hand through his hair, barely able to look at her. He doesn’t want to do this. The very idea makes him sick to his stomach. But what choice does he have? Julie is slipping through his fingers, and with her goes everything–his reputation, his family’s respect, his carefully crafted life. 

“Fine,” he says. “I’ll talk to my lawyer. If, by some miracle, he gets you out, you’re going to fix it. You’re going to make Julie see that this divorce is a mistake.” 

Elaine’s smile is wide. “Of course,” she purrs, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “I’ll do whatever it takes, darling. I’m sure Julie and I will have a lovely little chat.” 

He can feel bile rising in his throat. He stands, shoving his chair back, unable to stay in the room with her any longer. He turns without another word, pushing the door open, feeling her gaze sear into his back as he leaves. 

And he knows, as the cold air of the detention center hallway hits him, that he’s already in too deep. 

it’s three hours past noon, ten minutes until Elaine’s arraignment, and still no sign of Ben. Ryan paces outside the courthouse, checking the driveway for the hundredth time. If he didn’t know Ben better, he’d think he’d been ghosted. This isn’t how their last–minute arrangement was supposed to work. 

“Where the hell is he?” Ryan mutters under his breath, catching a glare from a passing officer. He ignores it, glancing down the street. And finally–finally–Ben’s sleek black sedan glides around the corner, pulling up with an unhurried ease that grates on Ryan’s nerves. 

As Ben steps out, all casual confidence in his tailored suit, Ryan storms over. “Where were you? I thought you’d stood me up!” 

Ben closes his car door, locks it, then gives Ryan a measured look. “Why are you hassling me, Ryan? Have I ever disappointed you?” 

“Not yet, but you were cutting it close today. If you didn’t want to take the case, you could have just said 

it.” 

Ben smooths a nonexistent wrinkle in his jacket. “If I didn’t want the case, I wouldn’t be here. I was just doing some underground checks on the defendant. Something substantial enough to make the judge. take pity on her.” 

Ryan scoffs. Pity? If that’s the angle Ben is aiming at, they’re all screwed. The judge would take one look at Elaine and know that’s all horseshit. 

“So,” Ryan says, “did you find anything?” 

“Yes. One of those things is that the defendant is your mother–in–law.” He pauses, watching Ryan’s face for a reaction. “I guess you skipped that part when you called.” 

Ryan shifts uncomfortably. “Maybe… I thought it’d go smoother if I left out the details.” 

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“That’s not even the craziest part. The complainant? That’s your wife?” 

“It’s a long story.” 

Ben holds up his hand. “Let me get this straight. Your mother–in–law tried to throw your wife off a bridge, and here you are trying to get her out on bail because.. 

Ryan glances around before saying, “I need her help to fix a certain problem. Julie left me. I don’t know how she did it, but between yesterday night and today, she managed to obtain a divorce summon. I’ve been served.” 

Ben stares at Ryan, eyes wide. “Tell me you’re joking.” 

“Look, I know it sounds messy. But you don’t understand. Julie won’t even talk to me. I’m out of options, and if I don’t do something, she’s gone for good. Elaine’s my last chance.” 

“So just to clarify once more: your mother–in–law–who nearly threw your wife off a bridge–gets to play peacemaker here? And you’re hoping this same woman can talk your wife into staying with the guy who sent her killer in the first place? Tell me I’m getting this wrong.” 

“Why does everyone keep blaming me?” Ryan’s voice rises. “It wasn’t my command. Elaine took things too far!” 

Ben raises an eyebrow, skeptical. “And yet, here you are, still defending her. Ryan, she’s a menace. No judge is going to buy whatever sob story we try to sell about this woman.” 

Ryan’s jaw clenches. “Can you get her out or not?” 

“It was never a question about my ability, Ryan. It’s about how crazy this is. How about you let Elaine go to jail and then go hunt down your wife wherever she is and tell her you’re sorry? It’s what adults do.” 

Ryan presses his lips together, avoiding Ben’s gaze. He can still picture Julie’s face as she stormed out last night, her eyes cold and unforgiving. He doubts any apology would do the trick. 

“I’ll pay you double your rate,” Ryan says. “Is that what you want?” 

Ben’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t miss a beat. “Triple.” 

“Done.” 

They shake on it. 

At 3:15 PM, the court rises. 

The judge enters, an older man with sharp eyes that suggests he’s seen it all. He settles behind the bench and glances down at his notes. 

“State of New York versus Elaine Jenkins,” the judge intones. “Charges of assault and attempted murder. Defense, present your client.” 

Ben rises, buttoning his suit jacket. 

“Your Honor, the defense argues that the charges against Mrs. Jenkins are, to put it bluntly, an exaggerated misinterpretation of events.” 

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The judge raises an eyebrow but says nothing. 

“Mrs. Jenkins has a history of mental health challenges. She’s been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and as her attending physician has verified, she was not on her medication at the time of the incident. What we are looking at, Your Honor, is not premeditated violence but rather an unfortunate outburst from a woman suffering from an untreated illness.” 

Ryan blinks, turning to Ben in surprise. Bipolar disorder? Sure, he’s always known Elaine is… special, a little intense, but an actual diagnosis? And bipolar? It’s like seeing her for the first time through a different lens. It explains a lot. Yet he can’t quite silence the voice in his head saying this sounds a little too convenient.