The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 354

The Colleague 

MARL’S POV: 

The night I found Mary, I had been tracking a signal. 

The bracelet had a small tracker embedded in the clasp, something I had added years ago, back when I still believed I could find her. The signal had been dormant for so long that I had almost given up hope. Then, without warning, it moved. 

A police station. 

I had rushed there immediately, my heart pounding, my hands shaking. After all these years, I was finally close Finally within reach of the answer I had been searching for. 

But what I saw when I arrived was unexpected. 

Alistair’s wife was being harassed. 

The police had locked her in a cell with gang members. I could see her through the small window in the door, her torn blouse, her bare feet, the fear in her eyes. She was surrounded, cornered, outnumbered. And the officers on the other side of the door were doing nothing. 

If I continued tracking the signal, I might finally get closer to the woman I was looking for. I could have walked past that cell, ignored the screaming, kept my eyes on the tracker and my mind on the mission. 

But I couldn’t leave Alistair’s wife there. 

Maybe it was because I couldn’t bear to see the kind of suffering my own family once endured happen again right in front of me. Maybe it was because her desperate expression reminded me of someone else. Or maybe it was simply because I couldn’t stand the way she looked, broken and alone and completely abandoned by the people who should have protected her. 

I didn’t know this woman. I had met her once, briefly, and I had treated her like garbage. But my body moved before I could think. I stepped in, stopped the gang members, helped her up. I gave her my coat and drove her home and listened to her cry without offering empty comfort. 

I even advised her to divorce Alistair. 

The words had come out before I could stop them. I hadn’t planned to say them. They weren’t my business. But they had been true, and she had needed to hear them, and I had said them anyway. 

After she left, I sat in my car for a long time. 

The night was cold, the windows fogged, my hands still trembling from the adrenaline of what had just happened. I reminded myself not to get distracted. I had lost another chance tonight. How many more chances would I even get? 

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