บททั้งหมดของ Entangled with my Ex-husband and His Stepbrother : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

52: Knoxville's phone rang, shrill in the silence. He picked it up, his deep voice answering, On the other end was Henry, his tone laced with a hint of excitement. "Sir, our private investigator just called. He's found Mr. Jenkins' daughter. She's living in a mud house on the outskirts of the city with her son and the man she's been dating."Knoxville's grip on the phone tightened, his mind racing with the implications. "Get the full details, Henry. We need to be there tonight." The call ended, and Knoxville's thoughts turned to the task at hand.As night began to fall, Knoxville and Henry set out in their car, navigating the darkening streets. The GPS led them deeper into the city, the buildings growing increasingly run-down. Knoxville's eyes narrowed, his distaste for the area evident. "This is the part of town I wish didn't exist," he muttered.As they turned onto a particularly rough street, Knoxville's concern shifted to his car. The potholed road threatened to damage the slee

Alice's face was etched with unbearable grief as she listened to the CD recording of her father's heartfelt apology. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto her lap as she struggled to comprehend the weight of her father's words. His voice, though weak and frail, conveyed the depth of his regret and longing."I'm so sorry, Alice," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm sorry for not being the father I should have been. I wish I could go back in time and make everything right." He paused, taking a labored breath before continuing. "I promise to watch over you from heaven, to guide and protect you always. I've worked tirelessly to provide for you, to give you everything you deserve. And, oh, Alice, I miss you so much."The CD recording fell silent, leaving an oppressive stillness in its wake. Alice felt as though she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. She couldn't bear the thought of living without her father, of never being able to hug him or h

Maxwell's face was a picture of fury as he made the call, his anger palpable in the air. He paced back and forth, his eyes blazing with intensity, as he waited for the person on the other end to answer.As the person picked up, Maxwell's voice was low and menacing. He banged his fist on the table in front of him, making the objects on it jump. "You will have to listen to what I have to say, understand?" he growled, his words dripping with malice.But the person on the other end was not intimidated. They bashed back at Maxwell, their voice rising in defiance. "I am done listening to you," they spat. "So you're getting married to her? That's never going to be possible, trust me."Maxwell's face darkened even further, his eyes flashing with anger. He took a deep breath, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "You know the repercussions of not listening to me," he warned. "I wouldn't repeat myself, so you better stay put until I ask you to come." With that, he hung up the call, his chest

Knoxville POVAs I stepped into my dad's house, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. I had come here with a singular purpose: to search for clues. Something had been nagging at me, a feeling that there was more to the story of what had happened years ago. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I was determined to uncover the truth.As I looked into my dad's eyes earlier, I had seen something there that gave me pause. It was a flicker of guilt, a hint of trouble that he had been holding back. And yet, despite the anger and resentment I had been harboring towards him, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to the story than I had initially thought.I thought back to the fact that my dad had been visiting my mother's grave twice a year. If he had truly wanted to betray her, would he have been so diligent in paying his respects? It didn't add up, and I found myself wondering if I had misjudged him all along.As I began to search the house, I could

Knoxville POVI sat in my car, waiting for my dad's PA to arrive. The door swung open, and he slipped into the passenger seat beside me. He turned to face me, his expression expectant. "You said you wanted to see me, Knoxville. I'm here now," he said, his voice neutral.I smirked, a hint of amusement dancing on my lips. "I wanted to ask you something very important," I said, my tone measured. The PA nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "What is it?" he asked, his voice encouraging me to continue.I chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and leaned back in my seat. The PA's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression curious. He seemed to sense that whatever I was about to ask was significant, and he was ready to listen.I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto the PA's. "What did you know about Henry?" I asked, my voice low and even. The PA let out a hearty laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I thought it was something serious," he said, chuckling. "Henry is your PA, and you guys have been frien