Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknow Kid novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Chapter 15 He Knew All Along

Rose didn’t answer.

She didn’t have to.

Ryan only ever acknowledged her when no one else was around. The moment another pair of eyes might be watching, he became meticulous about keeping his distance.

"Caught it pretty bad?" he asked.

She gave a noncommittal shrug.

"Did you take anything for it?"

Without looking at him, she answered, "Yeah."

"You’re lying."

His voice was calm, almost conversational.

It wasn’t concern.

It was certainty.

Rose fell silent.

He remembered.

For a brief moment, she had forgotten that Ryan knew her better than almost anyone.

When they had first married, long before the silence between them became permanent, she’d refused to take medicine whenever she got sick.

She hated pills.

She hated cough syrup even more.

Instead, she’d burrow beneath the blankets and sleep for an entire day, insisting her body would recover on its own.

Ryan had never believed that strategy.

Once, barely a month after their wedding, he’d swallowed a spoonful of the same bitter medicine himself just to prove it wasn’t as awful as she claimed.

Then he’d pulled the comforter off her, ignored her sleepy protests, gently pried open her mouth with one hand, and patiently fed her the medicine one spoonful at a time until she finally gave up resisting.

Afterward, he’d looked at her with complete seriousness and said,

"If my wife dies within our first month of marriage, people are going to think I’m cursed."

She’d laughed so hard she’d nearly spit the medicine back out.

****

Now, standing beside him in the elevator, the memory felt strangely distant.

Like it had happened to someone else.

The silence between them stretched as the elevator continued downward.

Ryan reached into the pharmacy bag he was carrying and removed a small white prescription bag.

"They gave Mike this for his cold." He held it out to her. "Take it."

Rose instinctively caught it before frowning.

"I don’t need it."

"You do."

"I’m fine."

Ryan’s expression barely changed.

"I remember you’re allergic to several common cold medications."

Rose looked at him.

"So I asked the pediatrician which formulations were safest."

He nodded toward the prescription label.

"Mike’s symptoms are similar to yours. Since you’re the pharmacologist, you can look over the ingredients and decide whether the prescription makes sense."

His tone remained perfectly matter-of-fact.

"You can think of it as getting a second opinion."

Rose stared at him.

"So..."

"You want me to evaluate medication prescribed for Samantha’s brother?"

Had she misunderstood everything?

Ryan met her eyes evenly.

"It can help your cold, too."

Rose almost laughed.

Not because it was funny.

Because it hurt.

Even now, he knew exactly how to drive a knife into the places she’d worked hardest to protect.

She tightened her grip on the prescription bag, resisting the urge to throw it straight back at him.

Just then, Ryan seemed to remember something.

"There are still people from New York’s social circles who have your WhatsApp, aren’t there?"

Rose frowned.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

She had joined those private groups shortly after their wedding.

Back then, she’d wanted to understand Ryan’s world.

Business owners.

Philanthropists.

Old-money families.

Politicians.

She rarely spoke.

Most members knew Ryan Knight had a wife.

Very few knew anything about her.

"You’ve probably seen the rumors about the townhouse."

"Were they rumors?"

Ryan ignored the question.

"I’d like you to clear things up."

Rose blinked.

"...Excuse me?"

The elevator display ticked down.

Three floors remaining.

Ryan spoke as though he were discussing a business proposal.

"Samantha’s building public recognition. She’ll be appearing on television and attending charity events. Negative publicity isn’t good for her."

His eyes drifted to the phone sticking halfway out of Rose’s coat pocket.

Before she could react, he took it.

"Ryan—"

Her hands were still occupied with the prescription bag.

By the time she reached for the phone, he’d already unlocked it.

She still hadn’t bothered setting a passcode.

Ryan moved with astonishing speed.

He didn’t open her photos.

He didn’t scroll through her messages.

He went directly to her WhatsApp Status.

Rose’s expression changed.

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