The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 – Blood, Truth, and the Weight of Silence

Kimberly arrived the next morning in tears.

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Not the quiet, dignified kind. Not the composed tears she often used in public to bend sympathy in her favour. These were raw, swollen-eyed tears, the kind that betrayed sleepless nights and the slow, creeping realisation that something irreversible had already happened.

Eve was the one who opened the door.

For a brief moment, the two women stood facing each other in silence.

Kimberly didn’t greet her.

She didn’t offer so much as a nod or a forced pleasantry. Her eyes flicked past Eve immediately, scanning the interior of the house as though Eve were furniture, something inconvenient but ignorable.

But Eve noticed something else.

Shame.

It sat heavy in Kimberly’s eyes, dulling the sharp arrogance that once lived there. It wasn’t repentance, not

yet, but it was no longer confidence either. It was the look of someone who had been humbled publicly

and didn’t yet know how to rebuild herself.

Eve didn’t smile.

Didn’t smirk.

Didn’t gloat.

She had no need to.

“Ryan is in his study,” Eve said calmly, stepping aside to let her pass.

Kimberly hesitated at the threshold, as though expecting a confrontation that didn’t come. Her fingers

tightened around the strap of her handbag.

“That’s it?” she asked, “No sarcastic remark? No ‘I told you so’?”

Eve’s brow furrowed faintly. “Is that what you came for?”

Kimberly’s mouth twisted. “Maybe I just wanted to see the expression on your face now that you’ve finally

got what you wanted.”.

Eve blinked once. “And what exactly do you think I wanted?”

“Me in an orange vest, picking trash off the side of the road,” Kimberly said flatly. “The great humiliation of Princess Kimberly Ashbrook. That must have been satisfying for you.”

Eve held her gaze. “Kimberly, I didn’t wake up in the morning thinking about how to destroy you. I was busy trying to survive your family.”

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Kimberly’s eyes flashed. “You could have stopped it.”

“I could have let you go to prison,” Eve replied quietly. “I didn’t.”

Kimberly flinched, jaw clenching.

“So,” Kimberly said bitterly, pausing just inside the foyer, “are you proud of yourself? Coming between

siblings?”

Eve closed the door behind her slowly.

She didn’t rise to the bait.

“I have no business with Ashbrook internal family issues,” Eve replied evenly. “Whatever your problem is,

take it up with your brother.”

Kimberly turned to face her fully, eyes narrowing. “Don’t pretend you’re innocent in this.”

“In what?” Eve asked.

“In everything,” Kimberly snapped. “In the way he’s suddenly ready to cut everyone off. In the way he thinks you’re some saint who can do no wrong. You think because he’s obsessed with you now, you can just stand there and pretend you didn’t enjoy watching me suffer?”

Eve’s brows lifted slightly. “Did you enjoy watching me suffer when my face was plastered all over the

news as a thief?”

Kimberly’s jaw clenched. “That was different.”

“How?” Eve asked, voice still calm. “Because it was me and not you?”

Kimberly opened her mouth, shut it, then looked away.

“You were never meant to be permanent,” she muttered.

Eve tilted her head. “And you were?”

Kimberly’s head snapped back to her. “I’m his sister. I was here before you and I’ll be here after you. Do you really think this… phase will last?”

Eve’s answer was simple. “Yes.”

The quiet certainty in her tone made Kimberly falter.

Eve stepped past her, heading toward the hallway. “Ryan is waiting. You said you came to see him. Go.”

Kimberly’s gaze dropped deliberately, to Eve’s stomach.

Her lips curled.

“I wonder,” she said coldly, “if you’ll still be so smug when we run a DNA test and that baby turns out to be

someone else’s.”

Eve didn’t flinch.

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Not even slightly.

“I’m not worried,” she said quietly. “I don’t have skeletons in my closet to worry about.”

Kimberly snorted. “Everyone has skeletons. Yours just haven’t walked out yet.”

Eve’s fingers tightened briefly against the doorframe, then loosened.

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night,” she replied, “believe whatever you like.”

Kimberly’s eyes flashed. “So you have nothing to say? No righteous speech about how pure you are?”

“I don’t need to convince you of anything,” Eve said. “You’re not the one I share a bed with.”

Colour flooded Kimberly’s cheeks.

She took a step forward. “You really think you’ve won, don’t you?”

“This isn’t a competition,” Eve replied. “And if it was, you were never in the running.”

Kimberly bristled. “You think the ring on your finger makes you permanent?”

“No,” Eve said calmly. “The way he looks at me does.”

“Delusion looks good on you,” Kimberly spat.

“And arrogance looks terrible on you,” Eve answered.

Before Kimberly could respond, another voice cut through the space like a blade.

“Kimberly.”

Ryan stood at the entrance to the hallway leading from his study, posture rigid, eyes sharp.

He had heard enough.

“What are you doing in my house?” he asked.

Kimberly spun toward him instantly, tears spilling again as she rushed forward. “I came to apologise.”

The words landed heavy.

Eve stopped walking.

Ryan stared at his sister as though she’d spoken in another language.

“Apologise?” he repeated slowly.

“Yes,” Kimberly said quickly. “I just, I wanted to make things right.”

Ryan’s gaze flicked briefly to Eve, then back to Kimberly.

“It doesn’t sound like that,” he said flatly. “Given the nonsense you were just spewing at my wife.”

Kimberly’s mouth tightened. “I was upset.”

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“You’re always upset when people don’t bend to your will,” Ryan replied.

“That’s not fair,” she shot back. “You don’t know what it’s been like. People whispering, pointing, laughing,”

“Welcome to what Eve went through,” he cut in. “Except she was pregnant and alone when it happened to

her.”

Kimberly faltered. “It’s not the same.”

“It is exactly the same,” Ryan said. “Except worse, because she hadn’t done anything wrong.”

He stepped closer.

“You stood there,” he went on, “and watched Mother and Father tear her reputation apart. You watched them call the police. You watched them send her photo to every news outlet. Did you feel sorry for her

then?”

Kimberly’s throat worked. “I… I didn’t think it would go that far.”

“You didn’t think at all,” Ryan said.

“If you truly wanted to apologise,” Ryan continued, his voice cold but controlled, “the person you should be apologising to is Eve.”

Kimberly’s brows furrowed. “I came to talk to you.”

“For framing her for a crime she didn’t commit,” Ryan went on, ignoring the protest, “and for allowing our parents to humiliate her publicly. Declaring her wanted. Destroying her dignity for no just cause.”

Kimberly’s face twisted in frustration. “I’m already paying for it. I’m doing community service. I paid back the money. What more do you want from me?”

Ryan didn’t raise his voice.

“You would have been in prison,” he said calmly, “if Eve had pressed charges.”

The words landed like a slap.

Kimberly went silent.

Her eyes flicked instinctively toward the stairs, where Eve had disappeared, then back to Ryan.

“She really wouldn’t have done that,” Kimberly muttered, almost to herself. “She’s too soft.”

“No,” Ryan said. “She’s kind. Don’t mistake that for weakness again.”

For a heartbeat, no one moved.

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