Lahat ng Kabanata ng In Love With My Ex-Wife: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Amelia's heart raced as she read the message, the message carried a sense of urgency that made her feel uneasy. Her mind flooded with lots of questions: "What could be so important that someone would go to these lengths? What was Sophia hiding?" She quickly turned her screen off and tried to steady her breathing. A thousand questions were swirling in her mind but she needed to stay composed to avoid raising any suspicion. Leo noticed the change in her expression. “Amelia, is everything okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. She forced a smile. “It's nothing, just work stuff,” she replied, tucking her phone into her pocket. But Liam wasn't convinced, he knew his mother too well and he tugged on her sleeve again. “Mom, are you sure? You look worried.” Amelia's gaze softened as she looked down at him. She reached out and ruffled his hair. “It's grown-up stuff, sweetie. Nothing to worry about.” Meanwhile, Eleven observed Amelia closely. Her training made her hyper-aware of

Sitting before her was Lisa, Sophia’s assistant. “Lisa?” Amelia called out, her voice laced with surprise and suspicion. "You’re the one who’s been sending me all these messages—the anonymous messenger?” Lisa gave a curt nod, her expression calm, but Amelia could sense her nervousness. A flood of thoughts ran through Amelia’s mind. She still couldn’t believe Lisa was the anonymous messenger. She pinched herself and rubbed her eyes to clear her vision, but it was still Lisa sitting before her. Lisa would be the last person Sophia expects to betray her because of their close bond. “Why are you doing this?” Amelia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why betray Sophia? She’s your boss, but before that, she’s your friend. So why betray her?” Lisa hesitated, glancing around the café to ensure no one was listening. “Because I know things, Amelia—things Sophia would kill to keep hidden. I’ve worked side by side with her for years, and I’ve seen what she’s capable of.”

Amelia’s breath caught as the figure stepped closer, and she recognized the familiar voice—it was Lisa. She quickly unlocked the window, and Lisa climbed through, all sweaty and out of breath, her clothes clung to her as if she had been running all night. “Lisa! What are you doing here?” Amelia asked, glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone had followed her. Lisa quickly shut the window behind her. Her eyes darted around the room for a moment before they finally settled on Amelia, "Your house was the first place that came to mind." Amelia took a steady breath. “How did you know where I live?” Lisa let out a dry chuckle. “Knowing where you live wasn’t difficult.” She walked over to Amelia's desk, picked up the glass of water on it, and drank it all in one gulp. “Sophia discovered that I contacted you and shared an evidence of her illegal activities with you." "I don’t know how she figured it out, but there are men tracking me as we speak," she said, her voice shaking

After visiting Aunt Elsa, Amelia left with her kids, and Eleven naturally followed. On the way home, Eleven pursed her lips and couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Smith, have you told Mr. Reynold about Mrs. Sutton's illness?” Amelia was taken aback and shook her head. Aunt Elsa was someone she had met in Germany, and Leo didn’t know about her. They weren’t related by blood, but she called her Aunt because she had become like family, and her kids had followed suit, getting used to the name. “What’s wrong?” Amelia knew that Eleven wasn’t someone who talked much, so if she brought it up, there had to be a good reason. Eleven hesitated for a moment before saying, “I heard you mention that Mrs Sutton has cancer, and Mr. Reynold happens to have a world-class cancer expert by his side. Didn’t you know?” Amelia hadn’t known, but now that she did, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart. “Are you saying there’s hope for Aunt Elsa’s illness to be cured?” Eleven shook her head. “I’m not su

Amelia turned to the caregiver, her eyes shooting daggers at her. “Then speak up already.” “I gave those medicines to my son,” the caregiver confessed, her voice quivering, as she stared down, avoiding eye contact with Amelia and Eleven. “What?” Amelia and Eleven's eyes widened, their gaze fixed on her. Amelia frowned, the weight of the confession sinking in. "Your son is sick too?” “Yes,” the caregiver sobbed, tears streaming down her reddened cheek. Her once bright eyes now appeared swollen and puffy, reflecting the torment of a mother torn between her child's suffering and the guilt that consumed her. "My son has the same illness as Madam Elsa. But unlike her, he doesn’t have wealthy relatives to help. I have no skills, no way to even take him to the hospital, let alone buy him medicines.” Her voice broke as she continued, "Madam Elsa often said she was a burden to you and didn’t want to continue living. She even asked me, in secret, to buy poison so she could end he