Lahat ng Kabanata ng Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

ConradMy office door burst open with a sharp bang, and I felt my jaw clench at the sheer audacity of whoever dared to interrupt me. My head snapped up from the report I’d barely been pretending to read, and I was already halfway through barking out my reprimand when I saw her.Margot, my usually composed secretary, stood gripping the door handle so tightly her knuckles were white. Her eyes were wide and panicked, darting around the room like a trapped animal. She looked nothing like the calm, collected woman who had been with me through countless crises. The sight of her in such a state froze the words on my tongue.“What in the hell is this about, Margot?” I snapped, my voice sharp despite the unease settling in my gut. “You don’t barge into my office like this.”She didn’t flinch, didn’t apologize. Instead, she took a shaky step forward, her voice trembling as she blurted, “Mr. Remington, you need to turn on the television. Right now.”Her words hit me like ice water down my spine.

AbigailThe sound of footsteps echoed down the empty corridor, making me perk up as each step grew closer. I didn’t need anyone to tell me I was getting out today. I had already seen the news segment that exposed Conrad, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better from Alexander. He had gone to the best. The fact that Channel 15—the station Conrad swore by and was always his first go to for news—had been the first to break the story was the cherry on top. I could almost picture the way his face must have twisted in shock and rage as he helplessly saw his perfect image splinter on live television.When the officer finally appeared at my cell door, jangling his keys, I was already standing. I tilted my head at him as he unlocked the door, my lips quirking into the faintest hint of a smirk.“Do I have a visitor?” I asked, my voice low and calm, though I already knew the answer.The officer shook his head, pushing the cell door

 AbigailConrad’s voice shifted, though he tried to mask it with a pleading tone. “You can’t just walk away,” he said, his voice clipped and strained, like he was trying to maintain some semblance of control. “I need you to come with me.”I yanked my arm out of his grip, glaring at him.. “I don’t care what you need, Conrad.”His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to yell. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “You don’t get it, do you? Coming with me to the press conference wouldn’t just help me. It would help you too. The media’s already chewing us both apart. But if you’re seen with me, standing by my side, it’ll bolster my image—and yours. People will see that you’re not the pitiful humiliated wife they’re calling you right now. You’ll look like the bigger person.”I stared at him, dumbfounded by his gall. “What makes you think I’d want to do anything to help you? After everything you’v

AbigailHis words struck me like a slap to the face, leaving me momentarily stunned and trying to make sense of what he had just said.It wasn’t the words themselves that unsettled me—it was the man saying them. My brother, Liam, who had once left a final exam early because of a single emergency text about our mother, only to find out I’d already sorted the issue before he even arrived at the hospital. That was the kind of man my brother was— always putting family first. For as long as I could remember, there was nothing more important to Liam than Mom’s well-being, and I knew that better than anyone.So why was he suddenly acting like a press conference organized by Conrad mattered more than me wanting to see our mother? Over the woman who had worked herself to the bone to raise us?I opened my mouth to ask him that very question, but before I could speak, my phone buzzed in my hand, startling me. I glanced down, gr

SusannaThe hallway felt colder than usual as I made my way to my room. My thoughts were like a stream that was flowing violently, swallowing me in waves of regret and paranoia. How could I have been so reckless?Liliana had warned me, her voice dripping with that irritating mix of wisdom and condescension she loved to wield. “Don’t confront Abigail while she’s in police custody,” she’d said. “Don’t risk leaving evidence. Be smarter than that.”But no, I hadn’t listened. I’d let Abigail’s words over the phone ignite a fire in me, one I couldn’t control. And then I had been stupid enough to storm down to the polic