Todos los capítulos de My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Capítulo 961 - Capítulo 970

Charlotte was afraid that the accident years ago might be related to Owen and hadn't even considered anything beyond that. What troubled her was that Owen's already dead, so if there were issues, whom could she go to?For several days straight, she slept restlessly.On this particular night, she had just fallen asleep when Griffith's phone vibrated. After making sure she was settled, Griffith moved quietly, leaving the bedroom.In the study, a masked person was waiting.Seeing Griffith's arrival, the person respectfully handed over the items."Has she revealed everything?" Griffith asked."Rest assured, Mr. Wilson. We can guarantee that. According to her, she suspected there were issues with Mr. Owen's will, so she connected with the lawyer's assistant. Unexpectedly, she discovered some other hidden secrets."She took these from Mr. Owen's study. It should be what you were looking for."Griffith stood by the table and picked up a parcel. He tore it open and saw it was "The Book

Mongrel.Charlotte had grown accustomed to this derogatory term coming from Faith's mouth. It wasn't the first time; during their private encounters long ago, Faith would mock her with a pitiful expression, labeling her as a mongrel.But why? Charlotte suddenly realized that perhaps Faith wasn't merely using it as an insult. In Faith's eyes, she wasn't truly considered part of the Scott family."Tell me what you know, and I'll release you immediately and grant you shares."From childhood to adulthood, Faith relished comparisons, even among all the children in the family. Born frail, she had to strive to prove her strength. Obtaining shares of the Scott family would be the ultimate validation.Charlotte speculated that if Owen had handed them over to Faith while still alive, she would have been ecstatic. But now, beyond the initial shock, Faith quickly regained her composure."It’s just a trivial book. What's the fuss about? Charlotte, let me enlighten you: don't think you've won!

As the month passed, the rain grew more persistent. The living room remained shrouded in darkness when not illuminated.Descending the stairs, Griffith found Charlotte busy in the kitchen. He leaned against the doorway, observing her methodical movements as she went about her tasks, seemingly unfazed by recent events."It's just a bit cooler. Why are you lighting the fireplace?" he asked.Charlotte turned to him, her smile gentle. "Well, there's ample space. With the window open and the fire lit, it won't become too warm.""Roasting sweet potatoes?" he remarked."Yeah, smells good, doesn't it?" she responded softly."I don't smell anything.""Then check if the fire's too weak."The two conversed casually, as if this were just another day after their marriage, with no major events occurring, only mundane matters.Charlotte brought soup to the table and found Griffith squatting in front of the fireplace, tending to the firewood with tongs. The crackling flames danced in the hear

Griffith had assured Charlotte that she would meet Faith and hear the truth from her. Conveniently, the meeting was scheduled for after the dinner party.With her mind consumed by thoughts, Charlotte found no interest in socializing and barely noticed Griffith's friends. Instead, she sat in her parents' room, lost in contemplation.During this time, William paid her a visit."Have you learned anything about Mom and Dad's death?" William's keen perception left Charlotte unable to evade the truth.Charlotte began to speak, but William interjected, "Don't keep it from me. I'm an adult now."She managed a smile. "I had no intention of hiding it from you. You're quite perceptive.""Then tell me.""Tonight, I'm meeting Faith. She might have some answers."A heavy silence filled the room. William remained surprisingly composed, his expression unreadable for a long moment before nodding. "I'll accompany you."Charlotte met his gaze and nodded in return.Downstairs, the atmosphere gra

Griffith arranged for Faith to be taken to a villa in the suburbs. As he and Charlotte arrived in the yard, the sounds of things being smashed echoed from within."I'll come in with you," Griffith offered."No need," Charlotte responded.Checking the time, she added, "Wait for me in the car. I'll listen to her and be back soon."She already had a sense of what she might hear. Owen's involvement in her parents' death was a haunting suspicion that had been gnawing at her. After days of contemplation, she had reached a state of numb acceptance.Griffith understood that hearing Faith's account might overwhelm her. Yet, the truth had to come from Faith herself, or Charlotte might not believe it.As the car door opened, a cool breeze swept in. Charlotte's phone rang, displaying William's call. She ignored it, leaving her phone behind. Initially, she had planned to bring William, but Griffith had insisted otherwise. In hindsight, she agreed; William's impulsive nature might complicate m