Semua Bab He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It : Bab 81 - Bab 90

"You cannot arrest my granddaughter, officer. I just Lost one, I can't afford to have another taken from me." Grandpa Benson sobbed, his voice husky from crying."Of course sir! I am not arresting your daughter. I'm just taking her for questioning on the basis of Bella Norton's death. Or don't you want justice for your late grandchild?" Inspector Ramirez said, locking his gaze on grandpa Benson.Following the words of the inspector, Ramsey turned and gave Rachel a deadly stare. Rachel didn't notice Ramsey, but she was already trembling herself. Her guilt piercing her heart like a sword.She knew she wasn't responsible for Bella's death—but then, she's responsible for Bella's death.Uncle Mark stormed up, immediately, to defend his daughter. "What's wrong with you inspector? You cannot just barge in here take my daughter in for questioning. You have the murderer in custody, why do you need to question my daughter. Mandy is the murderer, do whatever you want with her." The second offic

Back at the station, Inspector Ramirez proceeds to interrogate Rachel in his office. As he walked in, the tension in the room magnified. Inspector Ramirez, noticed the fright in Rachel eyes. Meanwhile, Elsa kept a confident expression. Inspector Ramirez was very smart and calculative, he knew the exact way to get the truth from anyone, so he saw Elsa's boldness as a piece of cake. "Good evening, Rachel. Thank you for agreeing to speak with me." He greeted as he took his seat. "We don't have time for courtesy. Straight to the point." Elsa snapped. "Cool your veins, Lawyer." Ramirez replied giving her a stern gaze. He leaned forward, hands clasped, and with an authoritative voice, he began, "Rachel, I want to start by saying that I believe you're intelligent and resourceful. I'm not here to intimidate or manipulate you. My goal is to uncover the truth." "Okay." Rachel whispered through her teeth, feeling more tensed than before. Ramirez leaned back to his chair, eyes still

The seer’s cryptic words clung to Ramsey’s mind as he left his shop and climbed back into the cab. His eerie voice echoed in his thoughts, *“Bella will come again. She’ll return the day her corpse is buried.”* He couldn’t shake the chill that ran down his spine. It made no sense, and yet, there was a flicker of hope buried deep within him. After all, the seer had been right before. He clung to that shred of belief as the cab sped toward Davis’s house. Arriving at Davis’s place, Ramsey walked in, his face still pale from the conversation with the seer. Davis was waiting for him, he had prepared a nice dinner for Ramsey to chill out. “Thanks for honouring my invitation, brother” Davis said, giving him a warm hug. He pulled him into the living room, ushering him a chair. “I ordered your favorite beer, you'll love it.” Ramsey sat down, the weight of the day finally crashing down on him. “I can't believe she's gone,” he said softly, his voice laced with sorrow. “My Bella's, GONE!!” t

The interrogation room was cold and sterile, just like the memories that haunted Ramsey Wendel. He sat across from Cooper Wayne, the lead detective on Bella’s murder case. Ramsey’s eyes were hollow, his face pale, and his entire posture sagged as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. He hadn’t been himself since Bella’s death. He was lost in the void, and the pain lingered like a wound that refused to heal. Wayne, observed him carefully. The silence in the room was thick, but Wayne was patient, knowing that Ramsey would eventually start talking. “Mr. Wendel, we’ve invited you here today to clarify some things about the recent events,” Wayne began in his calm, calculated voice. “Inspector Ramirez has gathered some valuable information, but we need your side of the story. Take your time, and start from the beginning.” Ramsey exhaled slowly, his eyes fixating on the table as memories flooded back. His voice, when it came, was low and tired. “It all started long before th

Mandy sat on the hard, cold bench of the holding cell, her hands resting on her knees, staring at the pale walls. The chill of the cement floor seeped through her shoes, and the dim light flickered above her, casting eerie shadows. Her mind raced, unable to rest for even a moment. She thought about the trial, the accusations, and how everything had spiraled so fast out of control. How had she ended up here, from being the wife of a billionaire to a woman awaiting trial for a murder she hadn’t committed?... The sound of keys jangling pulled her out of her thoughts. Inspector Ramirez approached the cell, his stern face revealing no emotion. He stopped in front of her, clipboard in hand. “Mandy,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Your hearing is in three days. You should contact your lawyer.” Mandy looked up, her eyes tired but defiant. “I don’t need you to remind me,” she replied coolly. “I’m well aware of what’s coming.” Ramirez gave a curt nod, tapping the clipboard with his