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*CHAPTER 14: THE MAN IN THE BROWN COAT**
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2026-10-30 00:42:55
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I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire **CHAPTER 43: WHERE WERE YOU THAT NIGHT?**
Adrian drove home through the dark without turning on the radio.The tiny yellow hat sat on the seat beside him. Every few minutes, he looked at it. Then he looked back at the road.But he wasn't really seeing the road.He was seeing the front hall of the Vance house. Six years ago. The night of the big storm.He had been twenty-five then. Young and stupid and selfish. He had been at a party in the city with friends, drinking too much, laughing too loud. He had come home very late. After two in the morning. The rain was coming down so hard that he could barely see the gates.The house was dark. Every window. He had let himself in quietly, trying not to wake anyone.And his mother had been standing in the front hall.Alone. In the dark. In her long black coat.He remembered it now so clearly that it hurt. Her silver hair was wet and falling down out of its pins. Her face was white. Her shoes were covered in thick brown mud, the kind you only find on country roads, not city streets.And
I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire *CHAPTER 42: ISABELLA'S LAST CARD**
*Isabella did not move.She stood on the corner of Shell Street with the phone still pressed against her ear. Her face had gone so white that her pink lipstick looked like a cut.On the phone, very small and far away, Richard's voice was still talking. "*Isabella? Isabella, are you there? Answer me.*"Adrian looked at the phone. Then at her."Is that him?" he asked quietly. "Is that my uncle?"Isabella pressed the red button. The voice stopped. She shoved the phone into her coat pocket so fast that she almost missed."Adrian," she said. Her voice was high and thin. "What are you doing here?""I could ask you the same thing.""I... I came to find Celeste. To help her. Like I told you. I was worried about her, and I heard she might be here, so I...""*She knows about the papers,*" Adrian said.Isabella stopped talking."*She knows about the letters,*" Adrian went on. His voice was flat and quiet. He was saying her own words back to her, one by one, like he was reading them off a page.
I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire **CHAPTER 41: FACE TO FACE**
*A pale pink coat.*Wren stood very still in the middle of the bakery.The note was still in her hand. *I did. Now I'm waiting instead.* Her eyes were still wet from crying. And now, at the bottom of the hill, Isabella Moreau was walking along the ferry dock asking every fisherman in town about a girl named Willow."Upstairs," Nora said quickly. She was already moving toward the stairs. "Go, honey. Same as before. I'll get rid of her."Wren didn't move."Willow. *Go.*""No," Wren said.Nora stopped. She turned around and stared at her.Wren looked down at the note in her hand. Then at the cup of tea on the table, with the honey spoon beside it. Then out of the big front window at the small blue houses on the hill.She thought about the old Celeste's notebook. The list of rules she had written for herself in that cold house.*Never cry where anyone can see.**Never let them see you shake.*Celeste had followed those rules for three years. She had hidden in her room. She had kept her he
I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire *CHAPTER 40: THE BABY HAT**
*The ferry bumped softly against the dock at Port Haven.Wren stood at the rail and looked at the little town on the hill. The blue houses. The yellow houses. The fishing boats rocking in the harbor. The seagulls screaming over the water like they were happy to see her.She had only been gone two weeks. But it felt like a year.She walked up the hill with her paper bag of yarn in her arms. The morning air was cold and clean and smelled of salt. A few people passed her on the street. An old fisherman nodded at her. A woman with a dog smiled.Nobody stared. Nobody whispered.*Just a girl in a gray coat,* she thought. *Visiting a friend. That's all.*She turned onto Shell Street. And there it was. The small blue building with the white door. The big front window, fogged up from the warmth inside.*BELL'S BAKERY.*The door flew open before she even reached it."*There* she is!"Nora came out onto the step in her flour-covered apron and threw her arms around Wren so hard that the bag of y
I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire CHAPTER 39: TWO ROADS TO PORT HAVEN**
**Adrian sat very still in the dark study.*She was your father's secretary. Until the day your mother had her fired.*"When?" he asked. His own voice sounded strange to him. Far away. "When was she fired?"He heard Dean turn a page."Thirty-four years ago, sir. In the spring.""And Julian Thorne was born...""In the winter. The same year."Adrian did not say anything.He sat in his chair with the phone against his ear and the blue scarf in his lap, and he did the math. He did it slowly. Then he did it again. And a third time, the way Celeste used to check her numbers, because he did not like the answer and wanted it to be different.It was not different."Sir?" Dean said carefully. "Do you want me to keep looking?"Adrian looked out of the window. The sky over the garden was turning from black to dark gray. Somewhere a bird started to sing."No," he said. "Not yet. Thank you, Dean. Go home. Get some sleep."He ended the call.He sat there for a long time. Then he folded the scarf ca
I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire *CHAPTER 38: THE THINGS HE DIDN'T SAY**
*Julian did not answer right away.He stood in the middle of the small room with the rain running down the windows behind him. His hand was still half out, reaching for a phone that was already dead. Slowly, he let it drop to his side.Wren waited.The clock on the little kitchen wall ticked. A car went past on the wet street nine floors below. Somewhere in the building, a door closed."Yes," Julian said at last. "There are things I haven't told you."Wren felt something cold settle in her stomach."Sit down," she said. "And tell me."He didn't sit. He walked to the window instead and looked out at the city. When he spoke, he did not turn around."I didn't come to Port Haven to buy a boatyard," he said.Wren said nothing."I came for you."---"The night you left the Vance house," Julian said, "I knew within six hours. I have people who watch that family. People who tell me when a car leaves at a strange time. When a maid gets fired. When a wife disappears."He turned his head a litt
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