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Chapter 87: The Raven

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For several seconds, no one moved.

The faint hiss of the dead radio was the only sound in the nursery.

"They're waiting."

Morales replayed the words in his mind.

The voice had been weak, distorted, but he recognized it.

Officer Diaz.

Alive.

At least he had been a few moments earlier.

Morales clipped the radio back onto his belt.

"No one leaves this room until we understand what we're walking into."

Gabriel sat heavily on an old wooden chair.

For the first time since anyone had met him, he looke
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  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 87: The Raven

    For several seconds, no one moved.The faint hiss of the dead radio was the only sound in the nursery."They're waiting."Morales replayed the words in his mind.The voice had been weak, distorted, but he recognized it.Officer Diaz.Alive.At least he had been a few moments earlier.Morales clipped the radio back onto his belt."No one leaves this room until we understand what we're walking into."Gabriel sat heavily on an old wooden chair.For the first time since anyone had met him, he looked exhausted.Rebecca noticed his hands.They were trembling."You've heard of the Raven before."It wasn't a question.Gabriel looked at her for a long time before answering."I've spent most of my life trying to forget them."Sarah pulled out her notebook."Start from the beginning."He nodded slowly."I was twenty-four.""I'd just finished engineering school.""I thought Arthur Blackwood was the most dangerous man I'd ever meet."He laughed bitterly."I was wrong.""Arthur recruited bright you

  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 86: A Voice from the Past

    For several minutes, no one said a word.The hidden nursery no longer felt like a mystery.It felt like a promise.Claire had built it with hope, not fear. Every detail—the sunlight carried through mirrors, the books on the shelves, the cradle polished by careful hands—spoke of a mother who believed her children deserved warmth, even if the world outside had become dangerous.Rebecca slowly closed the children's book.Daniel's message lingered in her mind.If you're reading this, I'm already gone.She looked around the room."Why would he keep coming back here?"No one answered immediately.Gabriel wandered to the bookshelf.He ran a finger across the dusty spines."There used to be more books."Sarah looked over."You remember them?""I helped carry some of them down here."Rebecca frowned."You said Claire never let you inside.""She didn't."Gabriel smiled faintly."I left the boxes outside the door."He pulled out another storybook.Inside the front cover was Claire's handwriting.

  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 85: The Third Baby

    No one breathed.The photograph remained on the wall, untouched by time.Rebecca stared at it until her eyes watered.Three infants.Wrapped in identical white blankets.Claire sat in a wooden rocking chair, smiling with the exhaustion of a new mother. Elias stood behind her with one hand resting gently on her shoulder.It wasn't a studio portrait.It looked candid.The kind of photograph someone snapped during a quiet afternoon at home.Sarah took a cautious step closer."We need to be careful."Rebecca looked at her, confused."Careful?""Photographs tell the truth..."Sarah paused."...but only about what was in front of the camera."She examined the edges of the print."No signs of manipulation.""No cuts.""No double exposure.""It appears original."Appears.The word echoed in everyone's mind.Elias walked toward the wall.His hands shook as he reached for the frame."I've never seen this picture."His voice was almost inaudible.Claire had insisted on developing their family ph

  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 84: The Song Below

    No one spoke.The lullaby drifted upward through the stone staircase, soft and wavering, as though it were being carried by the wind.Rebecca's chest tightened.She had never heard the melody before.Yet something about it felt strangely familiar.Not because she remembered it.Because she wanted to.Elias stood motionless.His eyes were fixed on the darkness below."Claire made it up," he said quietly."She said our babies deserved a song that belonged only to them."His voice trembled."I never heard anyone else sing it."The room grew still.Then one thought crossed everyone's mind at once.If the song was playing below them...Who had put it there?Morales broke the silence."Stay together.""No one wanders off."He assigned two officers to remain with Arthur Blackwood.The older man offered no objection.His attention, however, remained fixed on the hidden staircase.Almost as though he knew something he wasn't saying.Gabriel noticed."You've been down there."Blackwood didn't a

  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 83: Buried Alive

    The explosion rolled through the underground chambers like thunder.The lights died completely.For one terrifying second, darkness swallowed everything.Then flashlights flickered on.Dust filled the air so thickly that breathing became difficult.Chunks of concrete crashed onto the floor somewhere beyond the tunnel.The old ventilation wheel groaned under the strain.Another tremor shook the chamber.Rebecca lost her footing.Sebastian caught her before she hit the ground."Are you hurt?"She shook her head, coughing."I'm okay."Ava wasn't as fortunate.A falling piece of brick struck her shoulder, forcing her to her knees.Lena was beside her immediately."It's bruised," she said after a quick examination. "Nothing feels broken."Ava managed a weak smile."I've had worse mornings."No one laughed.Morales spoke into his radio."Unit One, respond."Only static.He tried another channel."Diaz."Nothing."Hernandez."Silence.He lowered the radio slowly."We've lost communications."

  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 82: The Last Goodbye

    The words settled over the chamber like dust.She was interrupted.Rebecca looked back at the portrait of her mother.Until now, she had imagined Claire carefully hiding every secret before her death.Now, a different picture formed in her mind.A woman running out of time.A woman who knew someone was coming.A woman forced to trust someone else to finish what she had started."Daniel," Rebecca whispered."He completed it."Gabriel nodded."As much as he could."For several moments, no one spoke.Even Arthur Blackwood remained silent.He had spent thirty years believing Claire Bennett had outwitted him.Now he was learning something worse.She had almost outwitted him.It had been Daniel Cross who completed the deception.Blackwood looked at Gabriel."You knew."Gabriel met his gaze."I suspected.""You never told me.""I stopped working for you long before Daniel trusted me."Blackwood's jaw tightened."You chose them.""I chose my conscience."Morales stepped closer to Blackwood."

  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 22: Public Damage

    The first thing Lena noticed was how quiet the room became.Not because there was peace—there wasn’t.But because silence was often the first sign of something catastrophic.Sebastian kept reading.Once.Twice.Each time slower.As if the article might somehow change if he stared at it long enough.

  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 18: The Things We Don’t Say

    The desert always cooled faster than Lena expected.By sunset, the sharp Tucson heat had faded into a dry breeze that carried the scent of dust and creosote through the city. From the terrace of her penthouse, the mountains in the distance looked bruised purple beneath the fading sky.She stood the

  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 17: What Regret Looks Like

    By late afternoon, Tucson had turned restless under a pale desert sky.The heat pressed against the city in slow waves, and even the glass towers downtown seemed to shimmer with strain. Inside Hartwell Enterprises, however, the temperature had little to do with the weather.The tension was personal

  • My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me   Chapter 13: The Truth You Didn’t Want

    The hallway was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that pressed in on you, waiting for something to break it.Lena stood by the door, her hand still resting lightly against the handle.And on the other side of that threshold—Sebastian Crouch.No audience.No interruptions.No distractions.Just

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