Married to the Billionaire Strange

### Chapter 6: The Woman in Red

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The next few days passed in a quiet storm.

Aaryan had returned to his usual routine—cold glances, silent dinners, and disappearing for hours without explanation.

But for Anjali, everything had changed.

Rhea’s diary haunted her.

The words, the suspicion, the unspoken truth.

There was someone else… a woman from the past, hidden behind the veil of Aaryan’s grief.

And Anjali was determined to find her.

That afternoon, she overheard Veer speaking on the phone outside the mansion gates.

“She’ll be there at The Grand Orchid. 6 PM. Same suite, like always.”

Anjali didn’t need more clues.

She knew the hotel.

And she knew she had to follow him.

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By 5:45 PM, Anjali stood across the street from the hotel entrance, her heart pounding beneath her shawl. She had borrowed one of the driver’s caps and wrapped herself to avoid recognition. The heavy rain helped mask her presence.

At exactly 6:03, a black Audi pulled up.

Aaryan stepped out.

He wasn’t alone.

From the other side, a tall, elegant woman exited the car — wrapped in a stunning red silk saree, her hair falling in waves, and her smile… effortless.

Anjali’s breath caught.

This was the woman.

The one from Rhea’s diary.

She watched as Aaryan gently placed his hand on the small of her back and escorted her through the revolving doors. Not once did he look uncomfortable.

Not once did he look like he was betraying anything.

Inside, they disappeared into the private elevator.

Anjali’s fists clenched.

She had no evidence, no proof — but the ache in her chest was unbearable.

She booked a coffee in the hotel lounge just to stay close. Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. The elevator remained still.

When she was about to give up, she saw them again — walking out.

This time, the woman’s face wasn’t calm.

Her lipstick was smudged. Her eyes were teary.

And Aaryan? He looked angry.

They didn’t speak. They didn’t look at each other.

They walked away in separate directions.

Anjali didn’t know whether to feel relieved or more confused.

Back at the mansion that night, Aaryan entered the room they now shared in name alone.

“You followed me,” he said without turning around.

Anjali froze.

He knew.

“How long have you been reading Rhea’s diary?” he asked quietly.

She said nothing.

He turned to her, his jaw tense. “Do you want to know the truth?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I deserve to know what I’ve married into.”

He nodded slowly, stepping closer.

“Then be ready. Because once you know everything… there’s no going back.”

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