Todos os capítulos de Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The detectives were waiting for her down there by the lobby as Marsh had said earlier, standing by the entrance. Marsh and Halloway stand with their backs straight, their expressions unreadable as they watch Daisy approach.Though they had not cuffed her for Quinn’s sake, there is not much difference in being cuffed or not when a person is being arrested as a suspect. They won’t tell her arrest but she knows pretty well.Fingerprints are big pieces of evidences.But she did not do it, and somehow, she knows the officer she shares a look with just now knows that fact.Daisy swallows hard, trying desperately to keep her emotions in check.The hospital lobby is as busy as usual, but to her, everything feels muted. Almost like she is walking over to an executioner who will put her head in a guillotine and hack!, her head is gone… the whispers of passing nurses, the shuffling feet of patients walking and being walked is all a blur, drowned out by the loud thudding of her heart. She knew Qui

John Worth can feel his heart pounding away deep in his chest as he speeds through the crowded streets of Brooklyn.His lawyer, Mark Henson, follows closely behind in another car, and John can’t help but replay the past few days over and over in his mind. Daisy in trouble, Charles's strange phone calls... none of it sits right with him. Now, Daisy is at the police station, and he has to get to the bottom of it, to get her out of there before things spiral out of control.They can’t possibly suspect his wife for murdering that scheming bitch, because she did not.As John parked outside the station, he quickly steps out of the car, the cool afternoon air doing nothing to cool his nerves. Mark walks up beside him after parking his own car, adjusting his tie and giving John a serious look. “You’ve been keeping me in the dark about this, John,” Mark said in a low voice. “What exactly are we walking into?”John clenches his jaw, avoiding the question. “Let’s just get Daisy out of here. We c

The blaring of the wake up call shattered the entire silence of the barracks, pulling groggy and half asleep soldiers from the depths of their slumber. The sun had yet to rise at all, but a lone orange light casts a soft, pale glow over the training grounds.Groans and heavy sighs filled the air as boots hit the ground, weary bodies slipping into uniforms with mechanical precision. It is what they are programmed to do every morning just before their morning drills and stuffs.Private, Second Class Mason Campbell adjusted his belt and slung his gear over his shoulders.He was only in his second year of mandatory service, but the routine was already second nature to him. As he fell in line with the others, his eyes briefly scanned the faces around him. Some were resigned, some irritated, and others, like him, were simply enduring another day, staring to actually adapt to it.The morning drill commenced under the sharp eyes of the drill sergeants. Orders were barked, and soldiers moved in

“You know,” Marsh begins, his tone shifting to something more serious, “for a man who just lost his daughter, you seem remarkably calm.”John Worth feels the room grow cold around him. His heart pounds hard in his chest as Marsh’s words echo in his ears. He freezes, unable to look at anyone, especially not Daisy, whose presence beside him feels like an unbearable weight. Even she can’t raise her head and look him in the eyes, her lips thinning guiltily.Marsh leans forward, his expression sharp and expectant. “So, Mr. Worth,” he says slowly, “care to explain your relationship with Sienna in clearer terms? It seems there’s more you haven’t told us, to find the one who murdered your daughter, we will need the truth… Unless you don’t want us to find out who the killer really is.”John glances at Daisy, whose gaze remains firmly fixed on the floor and her twirling fingers. She hasn’t cried, but her eyes are wet, her silence louder than any accusation.Guilt gnaws at him, but he can’t find

Bethany Worth stood firm above him as she retreats her face, watching as Trevor doubles over in pain from the sharp kick she had delivered to his groin. His face contorting in agony as he crumpled to the ground, clutching himself in the lower part. He had used that same part of his body t hurt Quinn.She kicks him in the face again.For some reason, she is still not sated. He had used that part of him to hurt Quinn, a seventeen year old girl and then had the guts from wherever the fuck he had gotten them from, to come visit her in the hospital with a bouquet of flowers…The satisfaction she ought to get from seeing him so helpless after what he had done to Quinn, she ought to be filled with a sense of triumph she has not felt in a long time but the feeling is still missing.Maybe one more kick will do it.Raising the back of her heels, the pointy part, she places it inconspicuously on his curled toe.He yells all over again but Bethany does not remove the heel from his leg, a small sm