All Chapters of Rekindling Love After Divorce : Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

The room was quiet, but James’s thoughts were not. He stood over a long table pushed against the wall in his office, the surface covered with files, envelopes, and stacks of old newspapers. On the far end, his laptop blinked to life, displaying public records and archived police reports. Every corner of the room now looked like it belonged to someone obsessed with a mystery, and in a way, that was true.James pressed his palms on the table, scanning the headlines again. The fire. The bankruptcy. Names he had never noticed before began to stand out now. Details he had once considered unimportant seemed to hold weight. He pulled out his phone and opened a secure contact list. It had been years since he had called some of these people. Former investigators. Legal contacts. Friends in forensic accounting. People who owed him favors and people who had once trusted him to deliver in times of uncertainty.He tapped the first number. The voice on the other end was groggy, but familiar."Jam

The morning sun streamed through the wide glass windows of Agnes’s office, illuminating the room with a soft golden hue, but there was nothing warm about her. The elegance of the space, the carefully curated art pieces, the fresh orchids on her desk, did little to mask the storm brewing inside her. She stood at her desk, stiff-backed, her manicured fingers gripping the edges of the latest security update spread out before her. The report was detailed, professionally compiled, and every word in it seemed to mock her. James and Amanda were not just back in contact, they were rebuilding something—something real—and worse, James had begun seriously looking into Amanda’s parents' deaths, and their family connection to it. And the police were also still looking into Kendall.Agnes didn’t speak for a long time. She just stared, jaw tight, the sound of her own breathing loud in the silent room. Her polished composure cracked. The loud thud of her fist against the desk echoed. Papers shifte

James sat across from his mother, trying to read her expression, though it remained as unreadable as ever. His hands rested on his knees, fingers stiff, his entire body tense with the weight of the question he had just asked. He repeated himself slowly, as if saying it again would make the absurdity of the situation sink in for her."Betty said she's pregnant. She claims it's mine. Tell me she’s lying."Agnes didn’t speak immediately. She adjusted the sleeves of her blouse, then set down her cup of tea. The silence between them stretched too long. She looked at him, her face calm but with that usual undercurrent of something distant. Then she gave a slow nod.“She is pregnant.”James blinked, unsure he had heard right. His stomach dropped, and for a moment, he felt like he had lost balance though he was still in the chair. He leaned forward slightly, his voice low but shaking."You knew?"Agnes sighed, the kind that carried no regret, only a kind of tired patience. "She came to me