All Chapters of Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

His words made anger and humiliation burn in my chest as I absorbed them. My nails dug into my palms as I tried to process the audacity of it all. Conrad had deliberately left me stranded here.“And if I want a lawyer?” I asked, my voice tight.“You’ll have to hire one yourself,” he replied without hesitation, “or settle for a public defender.”The gall of it. My fists clenched so tightly I thought my nails might break the skin. My mind raced back to my last conversation with Conrad, to the coldness in his voice, the way he had demanded I pay him for every single cent of my mother’s medical expenses before Marceline had interrupted us. Was this his way of bypassing her to punish me? Of making a statement?I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to focus. Conrad’s cruelty wasn’t the problem I needed to solve right now. I turned my attention back to Alexander—“Daniel,” I reminded myself

AbigailHer sharp intake of breath was deeply satisfying. “How dare you—”“How dare I?” I interrupted, my voice rising with scorn. “How dare you, Susanna. You’re making up stories of an affair because I had lunch with someone you think is beneath me, but let’s talk about you. You’re the one who weaponizes everything you can—your words, your tears, even your pregnancy—to manipulate everyone around you. Including my husband.”The line went silent for a beat, and I could almost picture her, lips parted in shock, scrambling for a response. I didn’t give her the chance.“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” I continued, my tone cutting. “You’ve slithered your way into Conrad’s life, and you have the nerve to call me out for disrespecting him? The real tragedy here, Susanna, is how blind you are to how unwanted you are. You&rsqu

AbigailI swallowed hard, keeping my expression as neutral as I could. The faint outline beneath his shirt suggested he was wired too. My pulse beat faster as I realized what this meant; Alexander had kept his word.My heart gave an unexpected jolt, fluttering in a way that I wasn’t prepared for. Despite his doubts, despite the obvious reservations he’d voiced about my plan, Alexander had followed through. He’d sent someone in, someone who was not only watching but recording everything.But that joy was quickly tempered by a more practical thought; If he hadn’t done this much for me, what was the point of partnering with him at all? I didn’t need to take it personally - he would have done the same for anyone else. Still, the risk he’d taken wasn’t lost on me. This was a gamb

AbigailThe door creaked open again, and my head snapped up, anger flaring to life as I fully expected Susanna’s smug face to reappear, ready to deliver another blow. My breath hitched, and my nails bit into my palms as I subconsciously prepared myself, but it wasn’t her.It was Alexander—or rather, “Daniel,” and he was fully in the disguise he’d adopted for this charade. The sight of him momentarily jolted me, but it was the look in his eyes that froze me in place. Rage. A deep, simmering rage that mirrored the storm in my own chest, though he hid it beneath a mask of calm far better than I could.Our eyes locked, and in that moment, there was an unspoken understanding, a recognition of shared fury and betrayal. He shut the door behind him with deliberate care and took a step closer, his voice low and steady.“I should never have doubted your instincts,” he said, his words measured but laced with an edge th

ConradI leaned back in my chair, the edges of the document I’d been attempting to read crumpled slightly in my hands. The words blurred together, refusing to make sense no matter how many times I went over them. Sighing heavily, I tossed the report onto the table and reached for the coffee cup sitting near the edge of my desk. The mug was cold, the remnants of the beverage bitter as I downed the last sip. The screen of my phone lit up as I glanced at it absentmindedly, checking the date. It had been over two days now. Two days since Abigail had been taken into custody. I set the mug down with a soft clink, my lips curling into a small, satisfied smile as I leaned back in my chair. “Wonder if she’s learned her lesson yet,” I muttered, the words hanging in the empty office. I hadn’t wanted to go this far—honestly, I hadn’t. But Abigail had been asking for it, pushing and pushing until there was no other way to make her understand. She needed to remember her place, needed to stop this