The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 341

Blind Devotion 

ALISTAIR’S POV: 

“Alistair. Please. Elowen needs me. She’s at your mother’s house, and she’s scared, and I need to be there for her.” 

“Elowen is fine.” 

“You don’t know that. You haven’t even checked on her.” 

“I spoke to my mother an hour ago. She said Elowen was asleep.” 

There was a pause. When Mary spoke again, her voice was quieter. “I don’t understand what’s happening to you. I don’t understand why you’re doing this.” 

“I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who got yourself arrested.” 

“I got myself arrested? A man broke my window, Alistair. He was screaming at me in front of our daughter. And when I called the police for help, they arrested me instead.” 

“Because you attacked him.” 

“I didn’t-” She stopped. I heard her take a breath. “You don’t actually believe that. You can’t.” 

I didn’t answer. 

“Alistair. Look at me. Listen to me. I am your wife. I am the mother of your child. And I am telling you that I did nothing wrong.” 

I closed my eyes. 

For a moment, just a moment, I almost believed her. 

But then I thought about the screenshots Vesper had shown me after the call. The hostile comments. The way Mary had been acting lately, so different from the woman I had married. The calls. The accusations. The way she looked at me now, like I was a stranger she didn’t recognize. 

“You need to reflect on your actions, Mary,” I said. “You’ve become someone I don’t recognize.” 

“Because I won’t let you walk all over me anymore?” 

“Because you won’t listen.” 

“I’ve been listening for seven years. I’m tired of listening.” 

There it was again. That edge in her voice. That sharpness that had never been there before. 

I didn’t know this woman. I didn’t know what she had become. 

Perhaps she had become too comfortable. 

I had kissed her forehead and promised to protect them both. 

Now I was on the phone with the police, trying to figure out how to get my wife out of a cell she had put herself into. 

It didn’t make sense. 

None of it made sense. 

I looked up at Helen, my secretary, who was still sitting in the corner with her tablet, waiting patiently. 

“Helen,” I said. 

“Yes, Mr. Vane?” 

“I need you to do something for me.” 

She stood and walked to my desk, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “Of course.” 

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. The words felt strange in my mouth, but I said them anyway. 

“Contact Mary’s parents. Inform them that they need to come and bail their daughter out.”