Reborn Wife Is A Revenge Genuis のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

    Chapter 130: Truly disgusting     Sebastian stepped into the mini bar, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. "I was surprised to get your call. And worried too," he said, adjusting his white turtleneck and jeans as he took in Aiden's somber demeanor.     Aiden remained silent, filling his glass with more wine, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing his broad chest. The tension in the room was palpable.     After a moment, Sebastian could no longer bear the silence. "Oh, I see. Is this the silent treatment I have heard fondly of? If you aren't going to speak to me, then I should leave to wallow in your sorrows in peace." He shifted his weight, hands sinking into his pockets.     "Wait," Aiden called out, frustration evident in his voice.&n

Chapter 132: Not me, you. Slowly, Aiden released her, and she fell to the floor, bruising her knees. Hurt flashed across his eyes, but he didn't bother to throw her a worried glance. Instead, he picked up his phone and dialed 911. The operator on the other line began, her feminine voice calm and professional. "911, what is your emergency?" Aiden's eyes flicked to April, ensuring she couldn't escape from him. She was breathing hard, lying on the floor. He took a deep breath, his voice firm and resolute. "I am Aiden Scott, and my sister, April Scott, is armed in her apartment. She planned to kill my wife, and I want officers over at her place and here too." The operator's tone became perky, her interest piqued by Aiden's famous name. "What is the address?" Aiden provided both addresses, his tone unwavering. "Thank you. We'll be there shortly," the operator replied. April's skin grew pale at the mention of the police. She had never imagined Aiden would

Chapter 134: You'll never know if you don't go find them Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door. Lifting her head from the paper, Elsie placed the letter on the bed, swung her legs off the bed, and headed towards the living room of her apartment. Her bare feet made soft slapping sounds on the floor as she moved. Slipping into her flip-flops, she rushed to the door and opened it. Aiden stood there, holding a nylon bag with a large McDonald's sign written on it. He flashed a charming smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. She waved at him, offering a kind smile in return. "You're here," she said, her voice laced with a hint of excitement. In truth, she had invited him over so they could read the letter together and maybe reduce the awkwardness that had become normal between them. The air was thick with unspoken words, and Elsie hoped that this moment would bring them closer together. "Hi, Elsie," Aiden replied, imitating her smile. He stepped into the house

    Chapter 136: Prison Life     Aiden's POV     The courtroom had been filled with a sense of tension and anticipation. The judge, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, sat at the bench. I stood before her, my eyes fixed on Elsie, who had been crying non-stop.     The prosecutor stood opposite me, arms crossed.     The judge announced, "After careful consideration of the evidence and the severity of the crime, I hereby sentence you to 7 years in prison for withholding information and obstruction of justice in relation to the double homicide case."     My eyes had widened for a brief moment, but I accepted the sentence with a nod. I knew I deserved this punishment for my actions.     The judge continued, "While I acknowledge your cooperation with the authorities and your expression o

    Epilogue     Elsie's POV     Six months later.     I got a call from the prison, concerning Trixson's plea to have me visit her. I should have said no. However, I needed to hear what she wanted to say.     Trixson had been sentenced with a double life sentence for the murders she had been involved in. Boris had been given ten years for being an accomplice in Henry's homicide. Trixson had Boris sneak into the rehab disguised as an operating nurse and provided him the drugs Henry overdosed on.     After this, Boris' conscience could not bear the burden of the secret. Hence, he came to me. He had to, after I provided him photos of Trixson and Director Lee's affair. All that helped take off the rose-colored glasses he wore aroun