The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 16

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Ryan froze at the top of the stairs, Eve’s letter still crushed in his hand. His mother’s voice, shrill and sharp, pierced the walls again.

“Don’t pretend you can’t hear me!” Leah snapped. “You should be ashamed of yourself, parading by my son’s side while the whole city whispers. Three years, you gold-digging bitch! Three years of humiliation. How much longer do we have to endure this charade? Have some dignity and leave my son alone!”

Her words scraped along his nerves, igniting a fire He didn’t know he still had in him. Every syllable carried venom, the kind Eve had absorbed in silence for far too long. If Eve had still been here, if she had walked into the room just now, Leah would have cut her to pieces with that tongue.

But Eve wasn’t here to take it anymore.

Ryan descended the stairs, each step heavier, his jaw locked, fists clenched at his sides. He entered the great room and found his mother pacing like a queen denied her throne, pearls gleaming at her throat, heels clicking against polished marble. She looked up when he appeared, her expression shifting from fury to feigned sweetness.

“You’re home,” she said quickly, straightening, smoothing invisible wrinkles on her designer coat. “I thought I’d catch you before you ran off to another one of your meetings.”

Ryan didn’t answer at first. His eyes burned into her cold, calculating. The letter in his fist trembled, paper tearing slightly under his grip.

Leah glanced around. “Where is she?” Her voice softened, dripping with false sympathy. “Hiding, I suppose. That’s what women like her do. Hide in corners until they can strike again.”

Ryan’s chest rose sharply. His voice, when it came, was low and lethal.

“She’s my wife. And I will not condone you speaking about her like that. Not now. Not ever.”

Leah blinked, caught off guard, but recovered quickly. She chuckled, a hollow sound. “Wife? You barely tolerate each other. You sleep in separate rooms. She doesn’t even wear your ring in public. Everyone can see what this is, Ryan. A farce.

Ryan stepped closer, his height dwarfing hers. “Had you had your way, I’d be married to someone who fits your social calendar. Someone who bends to your will. But I told you a while ago, I don’t

love Luan. And I never will.”

Her nostrils flared. “You did love her. And she still loves you. Her mother told me just last week. She’s heartbroken that you humiliate her like this, clinging to that useless girl while she waits for

you to come to your senses.”

Ryan’s teeth ground together. “Don’t put Luan in this. Don’t put Eve in this. This, ” he gestured

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around the empty house, his voice rising, “, this is what you’ve created. A prison. A stage where you get to play puppet master while the rest of us suffocate.”

Leah’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your tone.”

“No,” Ryan snapped. His voice cracked through the silence, stronger than he expected. “You watch yours. Because for three years, you have come into this house and torn her apart. Day after day, sneer after sneer. And she took it. She bore it, quietly, with more dignity than anyone in this family

has ever shown. And I let you. I let you.”

Leah’s mouth opened, stunned by the heat in his words. She had never seen him this way, not with

her.

Ryan dragged a hand through his hair, chest heaving. His voice softened, but the edge remained.

“You want to know the truth?” He stepped closer, until her perfume, cloying, floral, suffocating, filled his lungs. “I did consummate this marriage. Again and again. She is my wife in every way that matters. And you don’t get to erase that because you don’t like the woman my father was

blackmailed into choosing.”

Leah’s face froze, her pearls rattling slightly as her hands trembled. “Don’t lie to me, Ryan.”

“I’m not lying,” he said coldly. “For three years, I was in her bed, even when I didn’t deserve her. She carried the weight of this family’s scorn with grace while you treated her like trash under your heel.”

Leah recovered quickly, folding her arms with a scoff. “And what has she given you in return? Nothing. Not a child. Not a legacy. Nothing but shame.”

“That woman isn’t worthy of you, Ryan.” His mother’s voice dripped with venom. “She works in that shabby diner a few blocks away. Do you know the shame she drags to your name, to our family’s name? God knows what she’s told them. She might be spreading lies, defaming us.”

Ryan froze. Shock rippled through him. She’s working? He hadn’t known. “How did you find out?” he

demanded.

Leah only shrugged, as if it were nothing. “That isn’t important. What matters is this, you should have ended her and her father’s charade by now. Kick her out. Tell me, son, after three years of

living under your roof, what has she ever given you?

Her words were knives, sharp and deliberate. But this time, Ryan refused to let them pierce.

“You know what she gave me?” His voice dropped low, trembling with restrained fury. “She gave me meals when I came home drunk and broken. She gave me silence when all I offered her was cruelty. She gave me dignity when I dragged her name through filth. She worked,” His throat tightened, his fists clenching as the realisation hit harder. She worked.

The memory unfolded, Eve slipping out in the mornings, tying her hair back, pulling on an apron. All

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the little things he had dismissed. All the signs he hadn’t bothered to read. She worked in a kitchen.

A restaurant kitchen.

The thought circled his mind like a hammer blow. And then came the guilt, she had been earning her living while he sat in boardrooms pretending he was a man. She never touched the card he gave her. Never asked him for a dime. She lived on nothing but her own strength. And he had never

seen it. Never looked.

“Why did you have her followed?” His voice snapped like a whip. “Couldn’t you respect her privacy?

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Leah flinched, realizing his anger was not directed at Eve but at her. “I did it for your good,” she

rushed out. “So she and her father wouldn’t catch us unaware.”

“A lie,” Ryan hissed, eyes narrowing.

Her silence was damning.

“I know why you did it, Mom. You wanted to catch her in a mistake. You wanted proof she was using me, bleeding me, humiliating me. But she wasn’t.” His voice cracked, breaking with something deeper than rage. “She was surviving. Quietly. Alone. Because she couldn’t count on

me.”

Leah’s lips parted, but no words came. For once, she seemed smaller, her hauteur slipping.

Ryan’s chest heaved as the silence stretched. Finally, he turned away, unable to look at her. His

voice came rough, final.

“Don’t barge into my house again. Don’t speak her name. Don’t you dare.”

Leah straightened, regaining some of her icy composure. “What has gotten into you?”

Ryan shook his head, his hand brushing across his face, his eyes burning. “What’s gotten into me is that I finally see what I’ve lost. And it’s because of me. Because of you. Because of all of us.”

His mother’s eyes searched his face, but she didn’t recognize him in that moment. The cold, controlled son she had shaped was gone. What stood before her was a man undone, cracked open by the realization of what had slipped through his fingers.

She tried once more, her voice tightening. “Where is she, Ryan?”

He met her eyes, and for the first time in his life, he lied to her without hesitation.

“On vacation.”

Leah’s brow furrowed. “On whose bill? And to where?”

“None of your business,” he said sharply, pointing toward the door.

Her mouth tightened. She gathered her coat, pearls clinking as she adjusted them, her pride still

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intact even as her footing slipped. “This isn’t over,” she warned.

Ryan’s gaze hardened. “It is. Now leave.”

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The silence after she exited was deafening. The click of the front door shutting behind her echoed through the halls like a closing coffin.

Ryan stood alone in the great room, the letter still clenched in his hand, the rings glinting faintly in his memory from where they had fallen to the floor upstairs. His chest rose and fell in harsh bursts,

his throat raw.

Eve was gone

And all he could think was that he had never once told her what she meant. Never once told her he

saw her, even when she was invisible to everyone else.

Now, the house was emptier than ever.

And so was he.

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