Semua Bab Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Bab 141 - Bab 150

AbigailI sat on the edge of my mother’s bed, an old photo album resting on my lap. I had found it in her drawer earlier while looking for a hair brush earlier, and I'd abandoned untangling my hair to go through it. The album's leather cover was worn and softened from years of handling. My fingers traced the edges of a faded picture, my younger self smiling up at me from the glossy surface. Opposite me in the photograph, Liam stood with a wide, toothy grin, holding up the trophy he’d won at the regional spelling bee. Our mother stood between us, her arms wrapped around our shoulders, pride glowing in her eyes.I let out a soft breath, a sad smile playing on my lips as I remembered that day. He had been so nervous before the competition, pacing the hallway outside the auditorium, mouthing words under his breath. I had teased him relentlessly, telling him his brain was probably bigger than his head, but when he won, I had been the loudest one cheering.That was a time when life had felt

AbigailAlexander swirled his wine again, thoughtful. “And you think this will be enough to break her?”“She’s impulsive,” I said. “She acts without thinking. The more desperate she gets, the more mistakes she’ll make. And when she does, Liliana will have to clean up after her. Again. It won’t be long before they fall into a disagreement. And once Susanna is isolated…”“That’s when we strike.”I nodded. Alexander studied me over the rim of his glass. “You’re good at this.”“At thinking like them?” I shrugged. “I’ve spent enough time dealing with them. I guess I picked up a few tricks.”His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he leaned back in his seat, a slow, approving smile curving his lips. I let my words settle between us, expecting another response from Alexander. But he didn’t say anything rig

Alexander Abigail, who had been leaning back in her chair with a thoughtful expression, suddenly straightened. "Is there anything else?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "Any other unresolved issues you've been dealing with?" I frowned. "What?" She squinted at me. "You seem more relaxed to me. Should we go over everything again? In case you want to talk about something else?" For a split second, I thought she meant the case, and our joint investigations. I figured maybe she had remembered something, some clue we had missed. Without thinking twice, I got up, and walked over to the corner of the living room where I kept a stack of files. Pulling a few out, I flipped through them quickly, checking for anything we hadn't discussed yet before bringing them back to the table. I handed them over to her, and that was when I saw it; Abigail was holding them upside down. Not just that; she was staring at them like she was actually trying to make sense of them, blinking a few times as

Abigail Even though I had agreed to see Liam, I found myself trying to worm my way out of it before I had even finished my breakfast. “I should probably head home and change first,” I said to Alexander, brushing invisible crumbs from my lap. “I’ll meet you back here or at the place once I’m ready. Whichever's better.” It was a solid excuse, one that was both practical and reasonable. No one in their right mind would walk into a hospital still dressed in yesterday’s clothes, and I wasn’t about to show up looking like I’d spent the night passed out on someone’s couch. But Alexander didn’t even blink. Instead, he reached down and set a small shopping bag in front of me. “There’s no need for that,” he said. I hesitated, eyeing the bag like it might bite. Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Still, I reached for it, pulling the opening apart to peek inside. Neatly folded within was an outfit; a simple blouse in a soft cream color, paired with slim black trousers and a lightweight beig

Abigail "I hope you mean that," Alexander said, taking a step towards the bed. Liam’s hands shook as he nodded, his fingers curling into the bedsheets. I held my breath, bracing myself, knowing whatever came next wouldn’t be easy to hear. “When did it really start?” Alexander pressed, his voice firm. “The gambling, the drugs… they didn’t just start when you met Marceline, did they? You’d already been sinking long before that.” Liam swallowed hard, guilt flashing in his bloodshot eyes. He lowered his head. “No. It started before.” I exhaled slowly, a bitter weight settling in my chest. Liam squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, as if steeling himself, before speaking again. “It started with...Conrad.” I stiffened at the name, my hands clenching in my lap. Just the mention of his name sent a flash of anger down my spine. “The first time I asked him for money, I was hesitant,” Liam admitted. “I knew you already felt indebted to him for helping with Mom’s hospital bills, Bee