The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262

Chapter 262

Damon lifted his gaze slowly as a shadow fell over him.

A man stood in front of him-tall, composed, his presence carrying the quiet authority of someone used to being obeyed. For a brief moment, neither of them spoke. Their eyes met, and in that silence, something unspoken passed between them.

“Mr. Damon,” the man finally said, his voice calm but firm. “Let’s go.”

Damon didn’t argue. He simply nodded and rose to his feet, following the man out of the police station. The fluorescent lights faded behind them as they stepped into the dim glow of the parking lot outside. The night air was cool, heavy with the faint scent of rain that had yet to fall.

A sleek black car waited nearby, engine already running.

“Ms. Maddy has been transferred to the VIP room,” the man said as they walked, his eyes fixed straight ahead. “Everything went according to instructions.”

Damon’s jaw tightened slightly. “Thank you,” he muttered, his voice low enough to almost be swallowed by the night.

The driver inside the car glanced at them through the rearview mirror as they entered. Though his face remained neutral, his ears were alert, catching every word. He had been given specific instructions by the madam-to observe Damon closely… and also Henry, her most trusted assistant.

Yet, as he listened now, confusion stirred within him.

Henry? Suspicious?

That didn’t make sense.

Henry was known throughout the organization as the most loyal among them. If loyalty had a face, it would

be his. The driver couldn’t understand what the madam was trying to uncover.

The car moved smoothly through the quiet streets, headlights cutting through the darkness.

No one spoke during the drive.

When they arrived at the hospital, the atmosphere shifted immediately. Bright white lights replaced the shadows of the night, and the sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air.

Damon stepped out of the car, his eyes instinctively searching.

He was guided by Henry to the VIP room where Maddy was transferted, there he saw the madam sat at the chair beside Maddy’s bed.

She turn and her gaze landed on Damon the moment he approached.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

“Ma’am…” Damon began, hesitating slightly. “I can’t afford this VIP room.”

His voice carried a mixture of concern and restraint. Pride, perhaps.

“No worries,” the madam replied without missing a beat. “I will cover it.”

Her tone was flat-neither warm nor cold. Simply factual.

Damon frowned slightly, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. “May I know… why you are helping us?”

There was a pause.

The kind of pause that stretches just enough to make the air feel heavier.

Then she answered.

“Simply because…” she said, her gaze locking onto his, “she is my daughter… and you are my son-in-law.”

The words fell like stones in still water.

Damon froze.

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For a brief moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just that sentence.

He said nothing.

The madam studied him carefully, her sharp eyes scanning for any reaction-shock, denial, fear, guilt.

But Damon remained still.

Too still.

“Can you tell me,” she continued, her voice quieter now but no less commanding, “what really happened on the island?”

Damon looked up slowly.

“There is a misunderstanding,” he began, his voice strained but steady. “Between my wife… and Rose.”

Henry, standing slightly behind the madam, remained silent. His eyes were fixed on Damon, observing every word, every movement.

“Maddy accused Rose of seducing me,” Damon continued. “She believed… that Rose and I had slept together.”

His fists clenched at his sides.

“But that never happened.”

His voice hardened, laced with frustration and something deeper-pain.

“They fought,” he said. “And during that fight… I heard Rose say something.”

He hesitated.

The memory seemed to weigh heavily on him.

“She said… I wasn’t even married to Maddy and that Maddy was hiding me from my real wife.”

Damon’s gaze shifted back to the madam, searching.

“Since you claim to be Maddy’s mother… is what Rose said true?” he asked. “Did Maddy lie to me?”

Silence followed.

Even the distant sounds of the hospital seemed to fade.

Henry’s expression didn’t change, but his attention sharpened.

The madam didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, she stepped closer.

“No,” she said at last. “You and Maddy are married.”

Her voice was firm. Absolute.

“Perhaps Rose…” she added slowly, “…was truly trying to seduce you.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Where were you that night?”

The question hung in the air like a blade,

She was watching him closely now-studying not just his words, but the spaces between them. The pauses. The subtle shifts in his breathing. The flickers of emotion he might fail to conceal.

But Damon gave her nothing.

Or at least….nothing obvious.

“I was outside,” he said. “Just strolling near the house.”

His voice softened.

“Maddy refused to open her door that night,” he continued. “And I found Rose outside.”

He swallowed.

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“She had been taking care of us… of everything. I was just trying to comfort her.”

His gaze dropped for a moment, as if replaying the scene in his mind.

“She’s closer to Maddy than I am,” he said. “I’ve seen their relationship. I thought… I thought they would understand each other.”

A bitter smile touched his lips.

“I thought our misunderstanding wasn’t that deep,” he admitted. “I believed Maddy would eventually calm down… and reconcile with Rose.”

He shook his head slowly.

“That was my mistake.”

The words came out quieter now.

“Heavier.”

“But what could I do?” Damon continued. “Rose was family too.”

His voice broke.

And then-

Tears.

They slipped down his cheeks silently, catching the harsh hospital lights as they fell.

“That night…” he whispered, “…everything turned into blood.”

The air grew cold.

No one spoke.

Not the madam.

Not Henry.

Not even the passing nurses who seemed, somehow, distant from the gravity of the moment.

The madam stared at Damon, her expression unchanged-but her eyes… her eyes revealed something else.

Suspicion.

Calculation.

And perhaps… the faintest trace of something deeper.

Something almost human.

Behind them, the driver remained near the entrance, watching quietly.

Still listening.

Still trying to understand,

Because something about this story didn’t sit right.

And he had a feeling-

This was only the beginning.

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