The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 213

A group of officers walked in, uniforms crisp and badges flashing in the fluorescent light. The lead cop stepped forward, flashing his ID.

“Ms. Meyer, we’ve received a report connecting you to Mr. Ratcliff’s death at the hospital. We need you to come with us to the station and help with our investigation.”

Reese didn’t put up a fight. She just smoothed her collar, met their eyes, and nodded calmly.

“Okay. I’m happy to cooperate,” she said. “But let me be clear. I didn’t hurt Mr. Ratcliff. If you’re going to accuse me of something, you’ll need to show me your evidence.

“And I’ll be calling my lawyer. I won’t answer any questions until my attorney is here.”

The officer nodded. “Of course. We’re not here to frame anyone, but we won’t let a suspect walk free either.”

This wasn’t Reese’s first time being walked out of BlackOak by the police. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her—some shocked, some whispering behind their hands, some just staring. She kept her head high and followed the officers out.

She had just reached the squad car when a black G-Wagon pulled up with a screech, stopping right at the curb.

The door swung open. Zach stepped out.

His gaze locked on Reese, surrounded by cops. There was a flash of pain in his eyes. With his lawyer right behind him, he strode over and blocked the officers.

“If you want to take her, talk to my lawyer first,” Zach said, voice steady but tight.

His lawyer stepped forward, ready to show paperwork or argue, but Reese didn’t even look at him. She just shook her head.

“That’s not necessary,” she said quietly. “I have my own lawyer. I don’t need Mr. Wiles’s help.”

Hearing her call him “Mr. Wiles” stung more than Zach wanted to admit. Years ago, she used to curl up in his lap, whispering his name like a secret. Now, her voice was chilly and distant.

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