Lahat ng Kabanata ng Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

AbigailThe door creaked open slowly, revealing Marcy on the other side. From the get-go, her expression gave me a sneak peek about how her attitude would only worsen from here on out. With that cold, disdainful look, you would think I was some wild dog tracking dirt and mud into her pristine home after a rainy day. She didn’t need to say a word; the set of her jaw and the sharpness in her eyes told me this was going to be far more troublesome than I had prepared for.Still, I smiled, softening my features as much as I could. Letting my pride dictate how I treated her would do me no good. “Good morning, Marcy. Can I come in?”For a moment, she just stared at me, her lips pressed into a tight line. Then, with a stiff nod, she stepped aside, holding the door open just wide enough for me to slip past her into the house

AbigailMy blood was boiling as I stormed out of Marcy’s house, the door slamming so hard behind me that I could hear the frame shake. She wasn’t worth my time—her lies, her smugness, her refusal to admit the truth. I hoped, with every ounce of anger boiling in my veins, that whatever Susanna had given her to keep her mouth shut was worth it.The cool morning air hit my face as I stalked toward my car, but it did little to cool my temper. I was shaking, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. My heels clicked against the uneven pavement, the sound as sharp and angry as I felt. I yanked my car door open and slid inside, slamming it shut behind me.For a moment, I just sat there, gripping the steering wheel, breathing heavily. The entire conversation replayed in my head, each word st

AbigailTraffic had been a nightmare, and by the time I arrived at The Seasons Autumn, I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were white. I pulled into a parking space and sat there for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself. The restaurant was just ahead, a masterpiece of modern design blended with old-world charm. Its polished marble steps glistened in the sun while the golden lettering above the entrance gleamed like a beacon.I was glad I’d taken the time to dress properly when I had left home that morning as I glanced at my silk blouse shimmering faintly under the sunlight. The outfit was simple, elegant, and thankfully hid the anxious energy coursing through me.The moment I reached the top of the steps, an impeccably dressed server approached me, his black suit so perfectly ta

AbigailTo my surprise, Daniel didn’t seem averse to small talk. He answered my polite questions about the food and the restaurant with a surprising amount of candor, though he never ventured too far into personal territory. When the food finally arrived, I found myself genuinely grateful for the distraction. The roasted vegetables were perfectly tender, the chicken seasoned to perfection.I focused on my meal, deliberately keeping my gaze fixed on Daniel or my plate, ignoring the pull of curiosity that urged me to glance toward Conrad’s table.Every now and then, I felt a faint flicker of awareness—like a phantom thread tugging at the edges of my mind—that told me Conrad or someone at his table might be watching me. But I kept my focus forward. I would not give them the satisfaction of my attention.Daniel and I ate in silence, but it wasn’t the awkward kind. It was an easy quiet, almost companionable, as if we both understood that the real work had alre

AbigailMy jaw tightened as the officer continued, his voice dripping with condescension. “An eyewitness saw you walking to your car rather quickly after leaving Marcy’s place. What was the rush, Mrs. Remington? Guilty conscience?”I could feel my blood boiling beneath my skin, the heat rising to my cheeks despite the chill in the room. My first instinct was to shout my innocence, to defend myself against this absurd insinuation. But I stopped myself, taking a deep breath. Pleading wouldn’t get me anywhere. These officers had already decided I was guilty. My words would fall on deaf ears.Instead, I leaned back in my chair, the handcuffs biting into my wrists as I crossed my arms and glared at him. “So, let me get this straight,” I said, my voice laced with mockery. “An argument between Marcy and me magically translates to me murdering her? That’s quite a leap, don’t you think? And if that’s all you&rsq