The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42 The Reckoning

The atmosphere in the dining hall had shifted.

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A moment ago, it had been laughter, champagne, and applause, the golden hum of money and privilege.

Now, it was silence.

The kind that burns.

Eve stood frozen near the head of the table, her apron still tied around her waist, her pulse a drumbeat in her ears.

Across from her, the chairman of the Mile & Nixon Group looked from her to Kimberly in open

curiosity, a polite smile faltering.

“You know her?” he asked, his tone light, amused, unaware that he had just struck the match

that would burn the room.

Kimberly leaned back in her seat, her lips curving into something cold and poisonous. “Oh, I know her all right.”

Eve’s stomach dropped.

Every instinct in her body screamed run, but her feet wouldn’t move.

Kimberly’s laughter rang through the dining room, brittle and sharp. “Had I known she was here, I wouldn’t have stepped foot in this place.”

A ripple of confusion passed through the guests. The chairman blinked, caught off guard. ” Why do you say that, Kimberly?”

Kimberly turned her gaze on him, the smirk hardening into disdain. “Because this,” she gestured toward Eve with a delicate flick of her manicured hand “, is the thieving wife of my brother, who ran away with over a million dollars.”

A collective gasp swept through the table. The chairman’s amused expression vanished.

“My brother had to pay back that money to cover her mess,” Kimberly continued, voice smooth and venomous. “Her father was our driver, if you can believe that. He blackmailed his way into wealth and forced my father to make sure my poor brother married her so they could milk us. Poor Ryan was with Luan then,” she gestured at Luan sitting beside her “, and this gold-digging, thieving woman ruined both their lives.”

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Eve’s vision blurred at the edges. The world tilted.

Kimberly went on, relentless.

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“When she realised my brother wasn’t stupid enough to grant her access to his accounts, his name, his power, she did what leeches do best, stole what she could and ran. Right now, in Bexlin, she’s declared a wanted person. And her father, that snake, is claiming foul play, harassing my brother with police visits, dragging our family name through the mud.

“Little did we know,” Kimberly said, her voice dripping satisfaction, “that she was hiding here in Westwood, flipping pans and pretending to be a chef.”

The murmur began, a low tide of whispers, disbelief, judgment.

Eve felt her heart plummet. Her throat closed. Her body screamed for air.

She wanted to disappear.

Because every word Kimberly said, though twisted, was rooted in truth.

The blackmail.

The marriage.

The leaving.

Her past laid bare under crystal chandeliers and gold-plated forks.

Tears threatened, but she fought them back. She couldn’t cry. Not here. Not in front of them.

Mr. Miles, who had been watching the exchange quietly, finally raised his hand.

“Enough,” he said firmly. “Let her defend herself, Kimberly.”

Kimberly blinked, as though she hadn’t expected to be challenged.

Eve turned to the chairman, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry this happened here, Mr. Miles, It wasn’t my intention to ruin your dinner or bring… this into your space.” She inhaled shakily.” But I didn’t steal any money. I left my husband without taking a thing from him. You can verify that. There’s a record of my departure, of my divorce papers. I’m not a thief, sir.”

The man studied her, really studied her. The woman standing before him wasn’t the caricature Kimberly had painted. Her eyes were glassy but steady. Her posture, even in humiliation, held dignity.

Finally, he nodded. “I can see that you’re a hard-working woman. You don’t need to steal. Your work speaks for itself.”

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A murmur of agreement ran through a few guests. But Kimberly wasn’t done.

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She laughed again, bitterly. “That doesn’t change the fact that she’s the daughter of a blackmailer. Her father extorted my family for years. If you deal with her, Mr. Miles, he’ll come after you next. Ask her. Her father’s made a business out of using her to reach powerful men.

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All eyes turned to Eve.

She couldn’t deny it, not entirely.

And that silence, that inability to defend her father without lying, sealed the judgment in everyone’s eyes.

Her lips parted, but no sound came. She lowered her gaze.

Mr. Miles sighed softly. “This is a business dinner, Kimberly. Let’s not turn it into gossip.”

Kimberly’s tone turned syrupy sweet. “Oh, I’m only protecting your interests, sir. You wouldn’t want your good name tied to someone like her.”

A woman further down the table, glittering with diamonds, leaned toward her husband. “Isn’t that the Ashbrook scandal from the papers?”

“I think so,” her husband whispered. “The missing wife.”

“Oh dear,” the woman murmured, loud enough for Eve to hear. “To think she’s been cooking

our food.”

The words hit harder than slaps.

Eve could barely breathe. Her pulse hammered in her ears, and her vision swam. She felt the weight of every stare pressing into her skin like heat.

Finally, she spoke, her voice raw. “You have no dealings with me, sir. If my presence makes you uncomfortable, I’ll excuse myself. But please, don’t let this affect your business with the Rodrigos. They’ve done nothing wrong.”

Mr. Miles’s eyes softened, but before he could reply, one of the other guests spoke up sharply.

“I think we were planning to have a retainer with this restaurant,” the man said. “But now that we know they hire staff with questionable reputations, I don’t see how we can continue. An enemy of the Ashbrooks is an enemy of mine.”

Another man nodded. “Agreed. The Ashbrooks are one of the most respected families in the

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Kimberly fell silent, but the smirk remained.

Eve bowed her head slightly. “I’ll leave now, sir. Please forgive the disturbance.”

She turned to go, but before she could take a step, Kimberly added one final cruel twist.

“Don’t forget to wipe the tables clean before you go,” she said mockingly. “Wouldn’t want you to leave fingerprints behind, someone might think you stole the silverware too.”

The table erupted in laughter, sharp, ugly, humiliating.

Eve froze, her spine rigid. She didn’t look back.

If she did, she would break.

In the kitchen, Miter was reviewing dessert orders when he heard the noise. At first, he thought it was laughter, polite, dinner-table laughter. But it didn’t sound right. It was brittle,

strained.

Kamila’s head snapped up. “What’s happening out there?”

“I don’t know,” Miter said, frowning.

When he stepped into the hallway and saw the scene, the flushed faces, the turned heads, and Eve standing pale as death by the table, his stomach dropped.

“Evelyn,” he called softly.

She turned to him, and the look in her eyes nearly undid him. Pain. Shame. Fear.

He moved toward her, but she shook her head quickly, as if warning him not to intervene.

Kimberly noticed him and arched a brow. “You must be the owner,” she said sweetly. “I suggest you check the background of your employees more thoroughly next time.”

Miter’s jaw clenched. “I trust my staff.”

Kimberly gave a small laugh. “Then perhaps you should reconsider who you trust.”

The guests laughed again, this time quieter, but crueler.

Eve’s knuckles whitened at her sides. She kept her chin high, refusing to let the tears spill. She wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.

Miter took another step forward, his voice calm but cold. “This dinner is over.”

The guests shifted uncomfortably. Kimberly scoffed. “Excuse me?”

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