Semua Bab My Cruel Ex-husband Wants to Reconcile with Me: Bab 81 - Bab 90

As soon as Claire got to the filming location, she rushed straight to the restroom. After finishing up, she stepped out to wash her hands—only to run into Mandy. Claire kept her focus on washing her hands like Mandy wasn’t even there. But instead of leaving, Mandy walked up beside her and turned on the faucet too. While Claire stayed silent, lost in her thoughts, Mandy decided to speak up first. "Claire, did you know Jason stayed over at Spring Day last night?" Claire calmly kept washing her hands, gave a slight smile, and looked down. "Not my business," she said softly. Mandy pouted, clearly enjoying herself. She turned around and leaned against the sink with her arms crossed, eyes locked on Claire. "He wasn’t visiting anyone, by the way. I think he was just checking out a new apartment for me. I told him I couldn’t stand my old place anymore. Honestly, you should back off. If Leon isn’t enough for you, I can find you another man. Just stay away from my future husband." Claire

Mandy shook her head hard, her eyes wide with panic as she gasped for air.Jason stared at her, cold and unreadable. His voice came out flat, calm—even more terrifying because of that. “You’re still not ready to tell the truth?” he said, signaling to the four men in black behind him.They moved in immediately, gripping Mandy’s shoulders and arms before forcing her down to her knees on the cold marble floor.She trembled all over, her face pale like all the blood had drained from it.“Jason, please! I swear I didn’t do it! I had nothing to do with that fire!” she screamed.But Jason didn’t flinch. He just stood there, looking down at her with eyes full of cold suspicion, like her begging meant nothing.“When did I say anything about a fire?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “But you’re right... I am talking about the fire from seven years ago,” he continued, his tone quiet but sharp as knives. “That wasn’t just some random fire. Someone tried to kill Claire that night. And while no one ev

The sky that evening was gray, as if it reflected the turmoil inside Jason’s heart. He walked into a secluded facility used by the reserve forces—somewhere off the radar—where Lieutenant Owen Carver was already waiting for him.The room was dim and nearly empty, except for a metal table, two chairs, and a stack of locked-up military files. Owen stood tall, face calm, but his eyes carried the weight of the past.“Thanks for coming,” Owen said, sliding a red-sealed folder across the table. “Before you open that, there’s something I need to tell you—I used to be Victor Langston’s protégé.”Jason froze. “You... were his student?”Owen gave a slow nod. “I looked up to him, back then. He had this presence—charismatic, strict, knew exactly how to command respect. But then I started getting suspicious... especially when he ordered me to cover up evidence from some missions. Including the prison fire from seven years ago.” He sighed, voice tight. “That’s when I first met Mandy.”Jason’s jaw cl

Morning had just started to creep in through the tall windows of Mandy’s fancy townhouse in Upper East Side, New York.The sky outside was gray and heavy, but inside, everything looked picture-perfect—fresh lilies in a vase on the dining table, polished marble counters, and the soft scent of vanilla hanging in the air.Mandy sat gracefully at the breakfast table, dressed in a light gray silk robe, holding a cup of black coffee in her left hand while her right flipped through a stack of confidential files she hadn’t managed to destroy yet.Her eyes were sharp, calm—like someone still in full control.Until that knock came.Three times. Quiet, but firm. Not the kind of knock you'd get from a delivery guy. And definitely not from a friend just dropping by.Mandy slowly turned her head toward the front door, eyes narrowing. Something felt... off.“Nora,” she called.A middle-aged woman—her housekeeper who’d been with her for years—stepped out from the kitchen. “Yes, ma’am?”“See who it is

The courtroom was packed. A low murmur filled the space between the rows of wooden benches, echoing off the high ceilings of the grand Manhattan courthouse. Media cameras sat in the corners, red lights blinking as they captured every second of what had become the trial of the year: the final court session for General Victor Langston and Mandy.Jason sat at the plaintiff’s table, dressed in a sharp black suit, though his face still carried the fading signs of bruises—one at his left temple, another hidden beneath his collar. His right hand looked a little stiff as he adjusted a folder on the table. His shoulder wasn’t fully healed yet. But his eyes were focused, full of determination.Claire had just entered through the side door when she froze. Her eyes widened as they landed on Jason. She had no idea someone had tried to kill her ex-husband the night before.Jason gave her a small nod, almost like he was saying, “I’m still here. Stay focused.”The prosecutor stood up. “Your Honor, we