All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

One of the officers who came to pick me up for the investigation walks in, shutting the door behind him.He takes the chair across from me, staring straight into my eyes as he drops a thin file on the table.“Hello, Ms. Richardson. I’m Detective Jacob Hall, and I’m here to ask you some questions.”“Of course, Detective. Whatever I can do to help.”“How do you know Samuel Lawrence?”“He used to be my brother-in-law.”“Used to be?”“I divorced my husband five years ago.”“Oh.” He nods slowly. “That makes sense.” Then, he leans forward on the table, almost casually, his dark eyes fixed on my face as if he’s waiting for me to twitch or blink out of turn. “So, what happened between you two? Why did you kill him?”His outright accusation makes me laugh. I shake my head. “Really? Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? Not in the mood for a fair investigation?”He smiles faintly. “As long as I’m on your case, Ms. Richardson, trust me—this investigation will be as fair as possible.

[Caden]Fifteen minutes pass in pure anxiousness.Neither Harvey nor I are able to sit quietly. We both seem to be restless on our feet, looking up at the door every ten seconds.Perhaps that’s the reason why, when I catch a slight sight of Vivienne walking out of the building, my heart almost feels like it’s about to lunge out of my chest. I don’t even realize when I kill the distance between us, almost rushing to her and grabbing her by the arms.“Are you alright? What happened in there? Why do you look so glum? Did they mistreat you in any way? Why—”“I’m fine,” she says with conviction, her eyes bright yet a deep frown tugging at her lips. “Don’t worry. They have nothing concrete against me.”“Thank goodness. I swear to God, if they had kept you five more minutes outside, I was about to call for another lawyer, because apparently, Elijah was not able to keep his word.”“Are you serious?” The man standing next to Vivienne grumbles before rolling his eyes. “The only reason it took u

[Vivienne]When we reach the city’s biggest mall and enter one of the garment stores, we are instantly swarmed by attendants. Apparently, someone informed them of our arrival—especially of the Richardson heiress—and they can’t wait to please me.By someone, I mean Rosita, of course. Thanks to my brother, she owns this whole damn mall.“OMG, look at this. I love this white dress. What do you think?” Rosita shrieks, her eyes literally glittering. When it comes to fashion, there’s no one as good as Rosita. Her fashion sense is far better than mine. Maybe that’s why she’s my very own personal fashion advisor.“If you say it’s good, then I’m sure it is.”Rosita rolls her eyes. “Don’t patronize me. Try this out, then we’ll see.”She drags me into a changing room, and I obediently do as I’m told.When I step out, Rosita looks beyond stunned. She gasps. “Vivienne… you look absolutely divine.”I glance at the mirror across from me, and for a moment, I don’t even recognize myself. The dress cli

[Vivienne]“She’s losing blood too fast.” I try to get rid of the ropes tying me to the chair, but no matter how much I pull, they don’t budge. “Don’t be an idiot, Astrid. Call for an ambulance. Right now.”Instead of showing any remorse, Astrid gets back on her feet and wipes the blood off my top. “And why would I do that? I planned this whole thing out. The only thing getting out of here unharmed is her soul.”“You—” Even though it doesn’t surprise me that this woman would do something as crazy as kill someone, I didn’t expect her to go against Agnes. If Caden learned of this, he wouldn’t let her live; that’s for sure. “You think that’s going to bring Caden closer to you? You’re even stupider than I thought if that’s your plan.”She laughs, unblinking. “Killing Agnes is not the first part of my plan, Vivienne.” She then leans down, whispering into my ear, “The second part is to pin this on you.”“You’re out of your mind.”“And whose fault is that?” she screams, pulling back and yank

[Caden]“Mr. Lawrence! Mr. Lawrence! Mr. Lawrence!” one of the reporters calls as I get off the platform.“Are you sure about this decision of yours? Is there a chance you might regret this in the future?” asks another, shoving a mic into my face.“Mr. Lawrence! Is this something you have been planning for a while? Or is this something you decided overnight?”“Mr. Lawrence!”“Mr. Lawrence!”The guards help me navigate through the sea of reporters who have millions of questions after my announcement. But I’ll get to them after I see Vivienne and Axel first. I hope she saw the stream. I hope she’ll see it as my token of sincerity.When I finally make it out of the building and into my car, I turn on my phone. The moment the screen comes to life, my phone starts going off like crazy. There are calls, text messages, voice messages, and even emails that start to pop up as if there is no tomorrow.There are at least a dozen missed calls from Harvey Richardson alone, and a few dozen from Ros