The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 56

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Ryan walked to the bar and poured himself a drink, the amber liquid trembling in the glass. He stared at it for a long time before setting it down untouched.

Eve’s words had burned something into him today. So had her father’s.

She had told Steven she wasn’t his daughter anymore, and in the same breath, she had admitted that Ryan never wanted her, never wanted a child with her. The way she said it

hadn’t been bitter. It had been final.

The kind of final that came after years of being unseen.

He rubbed a hand over his face, guilt clawing deep.

Then another voice crept in, Steven’s voice, sharp and smug: You think she married you for love? She ran off with your money and came back for more.

Ryan gritted his teeth. No. He wouldn’t let Steven twist her truth into lies. Not again.

But part of him, the wounded, suspicious part that had been raised under Jonathan Ashbrook’s shadow, whispered that maybe his father-in-law was right.

Could she have really loved him once?

Was that even possible after everything he’d done?

He turned, eyes drifting toward the hallway where she had disappeared. He remembered her face when she’d defended herself. The tremor in her voice, the tears she’d swallowed down just to hold her ground.

She hadn’t lied. He knew that instinctively.

Her pain had been too raw to fake.

Maybe she had loved him once. Maybe she still did, in some quiet, self-destructive way.

And the thought of that hurt more than any betrayal ever could.

He sank onto the couch, elbows on his knees, and pressed his hands to his face. The silence

in the room thickened, filled with everything unsaid between them.

Outside, the world was moving again, cars passing, faint traffic hum, but inside, he was trapped in the aftermath of words he couldn’t forget.

Upstairs, he heard movement. The faint sound of a door closing.

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He didn’t follow. He knew she needed distance. So did he.

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But his thoughts kept circling back to the one thing Steven had let slip. He had implied she was in love with him. Long before any of this.

It hit harder than he wanted to admit. Because deep down, he’d always wondered what her eyes used to mean when she looked at him like that, as if he were both her salvation and her

curse.

He’d mistaken it for manipulation.

Now he realized it had been love, the kind he’d been too blind to see.

He rose slowly, walking to the window. The city stretched before him, glittering under the setting sun. Everything looked small from here. Manageable. Even lies. Even guilt.

But not her.

Nothing about Eve had ever been manageable.

He took another deep breath, forcing clarity.

He couldn’t change the past. But he could make sure no one else hurt her again, especially not Steven Reynolds.

And definitely not Oliver Macintyre.

Ryan’s jaw tightened as the thought of the man crossed his mind, the stranger who had shared ice cream with Eve in a park, smiling at her like she was sunlight. The stranger whose name Kimberly had spat out like poison.

Ryan didn’t know him, but he already hated him.

Hated that he had gotten close to her.

Hated that the baby she carried might bear his blood.

His fists clenched slowly at his sides.

Legally, she’s still my wife, he thought, the words like a vow. That child, whatever its truth, is under my name. Under my protection.

And that meant Oliver Macintyre was going to learn the hard way what happened to men who

touched what belonged to Ryan Ashbrook.

He didn’t need to shout it.

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Didn’t need to rage.

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He simply picked up his phone and began typing a message, a name, a request, a quiet order that would set things in motion.

When he was done, he stared at the screen for a long time before deleting the draft. Not yet. Not tonight.

He poured himself another drink instead, downed it in one swallow, and stood staring at his reflection in the glass pane.

For the first time, he didn’t see the polished businessman or the cold husband the world

knew.

He saw a man on the edge of something dangerous, driven by guilt, haunted by what-ifs, and desperate to fix what he had broken, even if it meant breaking more in the process.

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