All Chapters of Rekindling Love After Divorce : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Amanda sat by the window in her small living room, her hands wrapped tightly around a cup of tea that had long gone cold. The world outside moved as though nothing had changed, but inside her chest everything felt broken. Charles’s name had been mentioned along with the hitman in the news, his image painted as an accomplice, and it was tearing her apart. “No,” she whispered under her breath, shaking her head as if the denial itself could make the truth vanish. “Not Charles. He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t.” Kendall was asleep in the other room, safe for now, but Amanda’s heart could not rest. She thought of all the moments Charles had stood by her when no one else would, when James had been distant, when she had felt like she was drowning in her own battles. He had been her steady hand, her voice of reason, and her shield against Agnes’s quiet schemes. To believe he had been the one to betray her felt impossible. Her thoughts kept circling the same path. If he was guilt

Betty stood in front of the mirror, the soft lace of the gown brushing against her wrists as the tailor made a final adjustment. The room smelled faintly of perfume and fabric starch, a scent that usually calmed her, but now it felt suffocating. The air was too still, too quiet for a day that should have been full of joy. The wedding planner kept speaking in the background about flowers and photographers, her voice carrying a practiced cheerfulness that didn’t reach Betty’s heart. Every word sounded distant, as though spoken in another room. James hadn’t called since the night he told her he wasn’t going ahead with the wedding. His voice had been calm, too calm, the kind of tone that belonged to someone who had already made peace with the ending. Betty had laughed it off at the time, pretending he was only being dramatic. But as she stood surrounded by silk and the smell of polished floors, his words began to feel heavier, like a truth she had been avoiding. Her phone buzzed on the

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the fluorescent light above. Charles sat across from the two officers, his hands cuffed to the metal table. His expression was distant, but his eyes were restless, as though he was struggling with the weight of truths he had carried too long. The air in the room was heavy. Papers rustled softly as the detective seated opposite him flipped through a folder filled with photographs, reports, and transcripts.“Charles,” the older detective began quietly. “We’ve gone through the evidence. Agnes has confessed to everything. The fire, the murder, the abduction attempt. She also mentioned a missing boy—the witness who escaped that night. What do you have to say in everything?”Charles’s eyes lifted, and for a moment, he didn’t answer. His jaw moved slightly, his throat tight. He looked down at his hands, the metal cuffs glinting under the light. Charles’s lips parted, but the words came out low, almost hesitant, as though he had to force them

When Betty saw the headline, her chest grew heavy as though something deep inside her had cracked. The television glowed in the dim room, showing Agnes’s calm face as she spoke to reporters from inside the police van. Her voice was steady, almost dignified, even as she confessed to everything. Every secret, every bribe, every manipulation. The words felt unreal, yet each one broke another piece of the life Betty had tried to protect.And then came the part that left her frozen—the arrest of her own parents.The room tilted slightly as the screen showed their faces, pale and expressionless, surrounded by police officers. Betty’s hands shook so hard that she dropped the remote. For a few seconds, she couldn’t breathe. The sound of the reporter’s voice faded, replaced by the pounding in her ears. Her eyes stayed fixed on the screen until it blurred before her.She pressed a trembling hand over her mouth, trying to hold back a sound that escaped anyway. It felt as if her entire world w

The days after the arrests were quiet in a way that felt almost unfamiliar. The house that once echoed with tension and hurried footsteps now sat still, holding a kind of silence that was both comforting and strange. James and Amanda were home again, together with Kendall, yet everything felt heavy. The chaos had ended, but peace did not come easily. It was as though their hearts had grown used to being on guard, and now that there was no more danger, they didn’t know how to rest.Amanda often found herself standing by the window, looking out at the street below, the light filtering through the curtains, her mind trying to make sense of everything that had happened. The betrayal, the lies, the endless waiting—it had taken something from her. But seeing Kendall asleep in her room again reminded her that they had survived, and that was enough for now.James, on the other hand, moved through the house like a man carrying too much inside. He tried to act normal, but the guilt weighed o