Cripple Billionaire Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

“Lauren, you’re shaking. What’s in that purse?” Priya’s voice was sharp, breaking her out of her thoughts as she stood in front of the bar, her hand still clutching the crumpled letter in front of her. Priya’s eyes narrowed at her, insinuating she knew that she was hiding something very important, as she cornered Lauren into a quiet alcove of the Sky Lounge, the party’s chatter fading behind them. The exotic skyline sparkled through the fragile looking glass, but Lauren’s focus was far from the city buzz, her gaze locked in the letter on the table, now in her purse—Melissa’s scrawled note to Dan: “I’ve paid the nurse. It takes just one heart attack.”It was what she had been searching for. What she had spent nights thinking over. But it was far from what she expected.She knew Melissa was bad, her half-sister hated her with everything in her. Melissa would do anything to see Lauren crumble, humiliate her at any slight giving chance, steal her away from her father's love, and steal he

Lauren’s heart slammed against her ribs as she slipped through the brunch crowd at the Sky Lounge.Dan’s face—his cold smirk, his fingers typing on his phone—burned in her mind from moments ago at the venue’s edge. Now, in a dimly lit hallway leading to the restrooms, she froze. But there he was again, leaning against the wall, his eyes locking onto hers with that same intensity, that same chilling smirk curling his lips. Her hand tightened on her purse, her heart beating wildly against her chest, the fear gripping her almost paralyzing her. The letter inside—Melissa’s scrawled note to Dan: “I’ve paid the nurse. It takes just one heart attack.”—feeling like a bomb ready to detonate.She ducked into a corner, finding her way through a backdoor, finally coming out to a janitor's closet. Her five-month pregnant belly pressing against her emerald gown, as she fumbled for her cell phone, dialing Ethan with trembling fingers. “Ethan…Ethan it’s me,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Dan’s he

Lauren’s scream tore from her throat, raw and primal, her eyes locked on Tom, who staggered back, clutching his chest, blood blooming crimson through his white shirt. His knees buckled, and he collapsed, unconscious, his face pale against the marble floor. Dan, who had gone wild-eyed, gripped the will, poised to flee, but sirens wailed outside, and police burst through the curtain, shouting, “Freeze! Everybody hands up!” Dan froze, the gun clattering from his hand, his snarl twisting as officers tackled him, cuffs snapping around his wrists.Lauren dropped to Tom’s side, her five-month pregnant belly straining against her emerald gown, tears streaming down her face. “Tom! No, please, wake up! Please, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for bringing you into this,” Her hands pressed against his chest, blood slicking her fingers, her voice breaking, tears spilling down on her face. “You can’t leave me! Not now!” The purse with the note—lay forgotten, its proof of her mother’s murder eclipsed by

Lauren’s heart pounded, her hands trembling as she gripped Priya’s arm in the hospital’s sterile corridor, the weight of her bluff against Melissa crushing her. “Priya, I lied,” she whispered, her voice raw, tears brimming. “I don’t have the proof. I don't even know what it looks like. Mom never mentioned it.” Her eyes widened, a spark of hope flickering. “But… what if she hid it? What if it’s with her things, somewhere safe?” Memories of her mother’s locked jewelry box, her cryptic words about “your legacy,” surged, a lifeline in her storm.Priya’s eyes lit up, her voice urgent. “Then we find it, Lauren. Your mom was smart—she’d protect you. We’ll search together.” She squeezed Lauren’s hand, her loyalty fierce. “Where do we start? Her old apartment?”Lauren nodded, her mind racing, the hospital’s hum fading. “Yes, the apartment. She kept everything there—her box, her papers. If there's anything that proves me as the sole heir, anywhere, it’s there.” Her voice cracked, Tom’s coma, Al

Lauren’s penthouse was a tomb of silence, the emerald pendant suddenly became heavy around her neck as she clutched her phone, Priya’s voice still echoing from their call. The Langston lawyer’s notification from earlier “Emergency meeting, 10 a.m., Langston & Associates” burned deeply in her mind, and Melissa’s taunt a lash across her soul. “Go to the old farmhouse,” pulsed like a heartbeat, a fragile hope amidst the wreckage of Tom’s coma, Alex’s pain, and her baby’s fragile kicks. She didn't need a soothsayer to tell her there was something important in that farmhouse. She immediately dialed Priya’s number, her hand shaking slighlty, her voice trembling but fierce. “Priya, I know where the proof is. The farmhouse—Mom said it’s where she found love. The evidence there, I feel it. It has to be there.”Priya’s voice crackled, thick with worry. “Lauren, are you about this? It could be a trap,” “The memory I had with my mum can't be a trap. I feel it, I can hear her telling me it's t