The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Chapter 82: Investigate Mors

Athena waited until Mors left the estate before making her move.

She had memorized his schedule, he would be at the military headquarters for at least six hours. That gave her more than enough time to investigate without raising suspicion.

She changed into comfortable clothes, tying her hair back in a loose ponytail before making her way to his office.

The estate was eerily silent, the morning light filtering through the high windows, casting long shadows along the marble floors.

Mors’ study was located at the far end of the main wing, a place she rarely entered in her past life.

She reached for the door handle but hesitated. A strange feeling clawed at her chest, a mix of excitement and apprehension.

If she found out the truth, what would it change? If Mors was reborn like her, would he admit it?

Pushing aside her hesitation, she turned the handle. The door was unlocked.

That was unexpected.

Stepping inside, she let her eyes adjust to the dim lighting. The room was pristine and organized to the point of perfection.

Dark wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with books on military strategy, interstellar warfare, and medical research.

His desk was large, and uncluttered except for a tablet and a few neatly stacked reports.

Athena exhaled slowly and scanned the corners of the room. If Mors had hidden cameras, she needed to find them first.

She took her time, checking behind the bookshelf, under the desk, and even the ceiling for surveillance devices.

After a thorough search, she found one tiny camera embedded in the chandelier.

With practiced ease, she carefully disconnected it, making sure to leave no trace of her tampering.

Only then did she relax slightly. She moved to the desk, her fingers trailing along its smooth surface.

Everything here was a reflection of Mors, orderly, disciplined, and cold. But that didn’t explain why he was different in this life.

She tapped on the tablet, but it was locked. Of course. Mors wouldn’t leave sensitive information unprotected.

Athena leaned back in the chair, her mind racing. In her past life, Mors was calm but overpowering, distant even when they were married.

They said he had spent most of his time in his lab before she came, poisoning himself in the name of science, and developing immunity through controlled doses.

It had been a dangerous obsession, one that had nearly killed him multiple times.

The scent of old parchment and ink greeted her, filling her lungs with familiarity. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined the walls, stretching high above her.

A large window allowed natural light to spill across the polished wooden floors, illuminating the deep emerald and gold hues of the room.

She moved with purpose, running her fingers across the spines of books, her mind already working through possibilities. I had only focused on the weird books here in my last life.

If Mors had changed in this life, then there had to be something, some event or knowledge that altered his actions.

Her eyes landed on a particular shelf. The restricted section. I never saw this section before...

Athena’s lips curled slightly. She scanned the security lock, a biometric scanner similar to the one in his office.

It would need Mors’ fingerprint or authorization code to unlock. But Athena was no stranger to bypassing security.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small device, one of the few pieces of technology she had managed to obtain in her past life.

She pressed it against the scanner, allowing it to run an override sequence. It took only a few seconds before the red light blinked green, and the barrier lifted.

Athena pushed the shelf open and stepped inside.

The room beyond was smaller than she expected, lined with thick, leather-bound books, each bearing the crest of the Jericho family.

A single desk stood in the center, papers scattered across its surface. She walked toward the desk, her fingers grazing the documents.

Some were old battle reports, others were written in a language she couldn’t immediately recognize. But one book, bound in black leather, caught her attention.

It had no title.

Athena picked it up, flipping through the first few pages.

Her breath caught.

It wasn’t just any book.

It was a record. A personal journal.

And it belonged to Mors.

Her heart pounded as she turned another page, her eyes scanning the familiar, precise handwriting.

This was it.

The truth she had been searching for.