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Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back! 198
198Stella.I sat across from Alex, watching the lines of tension etched into his face, the rigid set of his shoulders that never seemed to relax, not even in moments of supposed safety. The house was quiet, the twins asleep in their room, and the city outside seemed oblivious to the storm gathering in our lives. Finally, after days of pacing, hidden phones, and cryptic messages, he told me. He admitted the truth, the one he had carried alone, and that admission felt heavier than any burden I had ever borne.“Stella,” he began, his voice low, measured. “There’s more to Eleanor’s death than we were ever told. The crash—it wasn’t an accident.”I blinked, and for a moment, the air itself seemed to constrict around me. The world paused. I had known that Alex had been investigating in secret, had sensed the tension in his glances and the weight behind his decisions, but hearing the words spoken aloud, in the quiet of our home, sent a jolt straight through my chest.“What do you mean it was
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197Alex.I ran down the street, heart hammering, every instinct screaming at me to catch the figure that had just vanished into the night. The city was quiet, far too quiet, and the darkness seemed to fold around corners like a living thing, swallowing the intruder before I could even get a decent glimpse. I cursed under my breath, my gloves scraping against the pavement as I pushed harder, but it was no use. Whoever it was, they knew the streets, knew the alleys, knew how to vanish.Marcus’s voice buzzed in my earpiece. “Alex, you lost them. They’re gone.” His tone was clipped, practical, but I heard the same frustration that I felt clawing at me. “I’m pulling footage from all perimeter cameras and street cams. You’ll have a lead in fifteen.”“Do it,” I said, breathing hard, chest heaving. “I want to know if that was someone connected to Harold’s—no, not just Harold’s death. This whole thing. It’s escalating. Someone wants to scare me off everything: Eleanor, the twins, Stella. Both
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196.Stella.The park had never felt so empty and loud at the time. The laughter of other children echoed faintly, a reminder of normalcy that felt almost alien after everything that had happened. I pushed the twins on the swings, their small hands gripping the chains tightly, their faces alight with joy, while a part of me kept scanning the surroundings, alert, tense. Even on a sunny afternoon, I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest, the knowledge that danger was never far.Josh’s voice over the phone earlier in the day replayed in my mind like a cautionary mantra. If Alex is stirring old enemies, Stella… you and the children could be collateral. I hadn’t wanted to think about it, but there was a nagging truth in his words. Alex had always been secretive, yes, but the sense that something far more dangerous was at play now twisted the pit of my stomach into knots. I had trusted him, even during Caleb, even with the chaos that had nearly destroyed us. But now? The idea that he could
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195Alex.I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen, the sergeant’s words repeating in my head like a relentless echo. His face was haggard, lines etched deep from years of worry, fear, and the weight of knowing he’d been forced into silence. The drive whirred quietly on my desk, the hum somehow louder than it should have been, as if the apartment itself was holding its breath. “The driver was only a pawn,” he said, voice cracking in the gaps between sentences. “The orders… they came from someone who had influence in both the police and the Marwood business network. I refused to file the original report, and… I was forced out.”I pressed pause, leaned back, and rubbed my temples. Every instinct I had screamed that the world I knew—my family, my company, my carefully structured life—was no longer intact. The Marwood empire I’d built, the business alliances, the people I trusted—they all now seemed like fragile glass under the weight of an unseen hand, and Eleanor’s death wasn’t just
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194Stella.I woke to the faint hum of Alex’s car engine leaving the driveway. It was early, too early for anyone in this house to have business to conduct. The twins were still asleep, curled up under their blankets, their breaths shallow and even. I watched Alex slip into his suit jacket, grab a leather briefcase, and step out into the crisp morning air.He paused at the car, glanced back at the house, and gave me a look that he clearly meant to reassure me. “I have a meeting. Business,” he said, his voice clipped.“Business?” I repeated, not buying it for a second. His tone didn’t match the gravity of the past weeks, didn’t match the tension I could see tightening his jaw. “At this hour?”He offered nothing more, simply nodded, and drove off. But the pit in my stomach told me that wasn’t the full story. He was hiding something. Always had a reason, always had a strategy. But this time, I wanted to know. Quietly, I followed, making sure to stay just out of sight.The city blurred pa
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193Alex.The envelope on the table earlier still weighed heavy on my mind, a grim punctuation mark that refused to let me sleep. Most people would have been intimidated by it—by the photograph of Harold Price crushed in his car, and the note underneath: “Stop digging, or you’re next.” Most people would have retreated, stopped asking questions, stopped following the threads. But me? That wasn’t an option. It never had been.If Harold had died because of the truth, then the truth would not die with him.I moved quietly around the house, careful not to wake Stella or the twins. My hands were steady, my mind sharp, as I opened the secure laptop Marcus had set up in the study. It was time to start connecting dots—tracing the driver, the crash, the financials, the people who had passed through the Marwood estate that fateful year.The driver. Harold had left me a stack of files, meticulous notes detailing inconsistencies in the accident report. The braking distances didn’t match the car. W
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