From Wife to Aunt: His Worst Nightmare novel Chapter 68

I avoided Steve's gaze and brushed it off, saying, "I asked her to throw it away. The necklace means nothing to me anymore anyway. Out of sight, out of mind."

The smile on Steve's handsome face immediately disappeared. He straightened and spat, "Nonsense!"

Then he turned and shouted, "Call the police, Maria! Tell them highly valuable jewelry was stolen from our villa—and that the suspect is Juliet Simpson."

I instinctively grabbed his hand and practically begged him, "Don't call the police, Steve. This has nothing to do with Juliet. It really wasn't her fault!"

Steve stared at me, his expression frozen into a grimace. His voice turned dark. "Then tell me—where is the necklace? Or explain why Juliet went into the master bedroom today. If you can answer either of those, I'll believe you. Well? Answer me."

I bit my lip, my thoughts jumbled.

I could only yell at him, "I've already told you, I asked Juliet to throw the necklace away. You're the one who won't believe me!"

"Where did she throw it? I'll order someone to look for it!"

Steve cornered me like he was interrogating a criminal. I had nowhere to run.

But I knew that if I told him the truth, the consequences would be even worse.

Steve already believed that Juliet and I were hiding something from him. He was extremely controlling. Even if he no longer loved me, he still had to know what was happening.

When I hesitated, he lost his patience.

"I'll give you one night to kneel in the private chapel and think it over. If you can't give me an answer by tomorrow, I'll call the police."

He pushed my wheelchair into the private chapel and made me kneel before the statue of a deity carved from pristine marble.

This time, however, he ordered someone to prepare a cushion for my knees—unlike last time, when the bodyguards had forced me to kneel on the cold floor.

Maria wanted to ask for mercy on my behalf because she knew that my legs hadn't recovered. However, before she could even try, Steve shot her a glare and instantly stopped her from doing so.

At first, I thought that I would kneel in the dark chapel alone throughout the long night.

Unexpectedly, Steve remained standing right beside me. He faced the statue, fingers moving steadily over the beads of his rosary. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

As I knelt there, listening to the rosary beads clicking against one another, my heart refused to settle. If anything, I think my thoughts became even more jumbled.

He stood beside me the entire night while I knelt on the ground.

During that time, Isabel came by twice with Dorothy, trying to persuade him to go home and rest, but he refused.

I couldn't understand what he was trying to do.

Was he trying to personally supervise me? Was he afraid that I would contact Juliet and work with her to scheme against him?

To be fair, I did think of doing that in the beginning.

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