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CHAPTER 24 — SMALL VICTORIES

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Three weeks after the lemon tree, Whitlock called with actual news.

"We got a break," she said, her voice carrying more energy than Sophie had heard from her yet. "The forensic accountant traced one of the shell companies back to an offshore account. It's registered under a name we didn't expect."

"Whose?" Sophie asked, gripping the phone tighter.

"Judge Harold Ferris," Whitlock said. "The same judge connected to those two dismissed cases years ago. There's a di
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  • MARRIED MY BILLIONAIRE EX AFTER HIS FUNERAL    CHAPTER 36 — ORDINARY DAYS

    Margaret turned three months old on a quiet Tuesday, marked by nothing more dramatic than her first real, gummy smile during breakfast. "Did you see that?" Adrian said, practically dropping his coffee in his rush to capture the moment on his phone. "Sophie, she smiled. A real one." "I saw," Sophie said, laughing at his excitement. "You'd think you just closed a billion-dollar deal." "This is better than any deal," Adrian said firmly, still grinning at his phone screen. Life had settled, over the past two months, into something Sophie still occasionally marveled at — mornings filled with diaper changes and burnt eggs, afternoons split between company work and pediatrician visits, evenings spent simply existing together without the constant hum of danger underneath every quiet moment. Vivian's case moved forward quietly in the background, her cooperation agreement finalized, additional threads of Eleanor's network slowly unraveling thr

  • MARRIED MY BILLIONAIRE EX AFTER HIS FUNERAL    CHAPTER 35 — THE SETUP

    Vivian Chase requested a private meeting exactly nine days after the merger discussions officially collapsed. "Just me," she specified in her email to Adrian. "No lawyers, no board members. I think we're overdue for an honest conversation." Sophie read the email over his shoulder, unease settling into her chest immediately. "You're not going alone," she said. "I wasn't planning to," Adrian said. "But she specifically requested—" "I don't care what she requested," Sophie said firmly. "Given everything we now know, meeting her alone isn't a risk worth taking." They compromised. Adrian would meet Vivian at a public restaurant, security discreetly positioned nearby, Whitlock's team monitoring the meeting through a wire Adrian agreed to wear. "If she says anything incriminating," Whitlock explained during the briefing, "we need it documented properly. This could be the piece that finally connects her directly to Eleano

  • MARRIED MY BILLIONAIRE EX AFTER HIS FUNERAL    CHAPTER 34 — SETTLING IN

    Margaret Cross settled into the world exactly as fiercely as she'd announced her arrival — demanding, loud, utterly unwilling to sleep through the night for her first several weeks of life. Sophie sat in the nursery at three in the morning, exhausted but content, rocking her daughter gently while Adrian slept fitfully on the small daybed they'd added for exactly these nights. "You take longer shifts than the board members," Sophie whispered to Margaret, smiling despite her exhaustion. Adrian stirred, sitting up. "Your turn's over. Give her here." "You just got her down an hour ago," Sophie said. "And now it's my turn again," Adrian said firmly, reaching for their daughter with the same careful confidence he'd developed over these first difficult weeks. Sophie handed Margaret over, watching him settle into the rocking chair, humming the same off-key tune she'd noticed months earlier, now directed at their daughter instead of

  • MARRIED MY BILLIONAIRE EX AFTER HIS FUNERAL    CHAPTER 33 — CLOSING ARGUMENTS

    Monday morning arrived heavy with tension neither the trial's conclusion nor Vivian's mysterious connection to Eleanor could fully explain away. Sophie sat in the front row of the courtroom, nine months pregnant now, exhaustion pulling at every part of her body, but resolve keeping her upright. "Are you sure you're okay to be here?" Adrian asked quietly, watching her carefully. "I need to see this through," Sophie said. "I've come this far. I'm not missing the ending." The prosecution's closing argument was methodical, devastating in its precision — a timeline stretching back forty years, connecting every piece of evidence into an undeniable pattern of calculated cruelty. "The defendant did not act out of desperation," the prosecutor said, addressing the jury directly. "She did not act out of a single moment of poor judgment. Over four decades, Eleanor Cross meticulously planned, funded, and executed a campaign of fraud, manipulation

  • MARRIED MY BILLIONAIRE EX AFTER HIS FUNERAL    CHAPTER 32 — THE PROPOSAL VIVIAN MADE

    Three days after the gala, Vivian Chase requested a formal meeting. "She wants to present the merger properly," Adrian said, reading the email at breakfast. "Full board attendance. She's serious about this." Sophie set down her tea, curiosity mixing with the lingering unease from the gala. "Do you want to take it?" "I want to hear the terms," Adrian said carefully. "The shipping capacity would genuinely help us. But something about her timing bothers me. Renewing an old offer right in the middle of a very public trial." "You think she's trying to take advantage," Sophie said. "I think," Adrian said, "that ambitious people rarely choose difficult moments by accident." FIRST LIFE — TWO YEARS INTO THE MARRIAGE Sophie remembered, now with painful clarity, the version of this meeting from her first life — sitting silently in the back of the boardroom, watching Adrian negotiate with Vivian, understanding nothing of the

  • MARRIED MY BILLIONAIRE EX AFTER HIS FUNERAL    CHAPTER 31 — THE WOMAN IN THE DOORWAY

    The house was small, tucked at the end of a quiet street two states away. Sophie stood on the porch, her hand raised to knock, unable to move for almost a full minute. Adrian stood beside her, steady, silent, letting her take the time she needed. "You can do this," he said softly. Sophie knocked. The door opened slowly. A woman stood there — older, thinner than Sophie remembered, gray threaded heavily through hair that had once been dark brown. But the eyes were exactly the same. "Sophie," the woman whispered, her hand flying to her mouth. "Mom," Sophie breathed, the word feeling foreign and impossible on her tongue after thirteen years of silence. They stood frozen for a moment, both of them, before Sophie finally closed the distance and pulled her mother into her arms, sobbing into her shoulder. Inside, over tea neither of them touched, Grace Whitfield-Sanders told her sto

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