บททั้งหมดของ One Night Stand With Mr. President: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

RichardThe two FBI agents didn’t waste time. As soon as we stepped into the quiet corridor, one of them gestured toward a side hallway.“This way, Mr. Kane. Mrs. Kane,” the female agent said, professional but firm.Emilia let out a low breath and nudged me with her elbow. “We should’ve just flown in your private jet,” she muttered. “None of this airport nonsense.”I glanced at her, a half-smirk tugging at my mouth despite the situation. “Noted for next time.”We followed the agents into a plain room with frosted glass panels and a long table at the center. There were no windows, just that stale, overly air-conditioned air and cold white lights humming above us. They shut the door behind us.“Please, have a seat,” Agent Wallace said, motioning to the chairs.“No, thanks,” I said, standing tall. “We’re not staying long.”The other agent, a woman with sharp eyes and dark hair tied back in a tight ponytail, stepped forward. “Mr. Kane, this is a federal matter. We’d like to speak to you—”

Emilia’s POVThe moment Richard stepped out the door with the agents, it was like the air inside the house changed. It felt colder. He looked calm, like he had it under control, but me? I was anything but calm.I stood at the top of the stairs, gripping the railing so tight my knuckles turned white. I watched the swarm of agents walk through our home like they owned it. I heard radios clicking and agents speaking in hushed tones. One of them walked right past me, holding a laptop from Richard’s office. I didn’t even ask what they were doing. I couldn’t.I had never seen anything like this in my life. I wasn’t built for this kind of drama. This wasn’t some argument or office gossip. This was federal agents, warrants, and accusations I didn’t even understand.I sat down on the edge of the bed and just stared at the floor. My head was spinning. What does material support to terrorism even mean? Money laundering? Richard? That wasn’t the man I married. He was proud. Smart. Focused. He woul

Emilia's POVI sat alone in the silence that filled the room after Elena left, but my mind was anything but quiet.My fingers tapped against the desk without rhythm, my body still, but my thoughts loud, too loud. Something didn’t feel right. None of this felt right.Richard?Terrorism?No.That man breathes responsibility. He walks with the weight of thousands of employees on his back and still shows up for dinner, still makes time to ask how my day went. He has never once made me feel unsafe, never once let anything slip that would even hint at something this dark. That man would go to war to protect what’s his.So how did we get here?It was Elena. It had to be.The timing. The way she slithered into my office pretending to care, soft words laced with fake worry. I saw it in her eyes. That glint. That sparkle people get when they think they've won something they’ve been dying to get their hands on.And then it hit me harder, how convenient it all was. Her father and Katherine getting

Richard’s POVI sat in that cold, gray room like I was a damn exhibit. The walls were bare. No clock, no decoration, just the sterile hum of the overhead lights. I could feel them behind the glass, agents, lawyers, maybe even analysts, watching me like I was some kind of animal in a cage. My wrists were free, but the weight in my chest made me feel shackled.It’s strange, really. One day you’re signing billion-dollar deals, and the next, the feds are escorting you out of your own home in front of your pregnant wife like you’re some criminal mastermind.I leaned back in the chair, stared straight at the glass. I wanted them to know I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t going to break. But inside… inside I was boiling.How the hell did this happen?The accusations were insane, funding terrorists? Money laundering through Kane Group? None of it made sense. None of it was real. But someone made it look real. Someone was playing a dangerous game, and I was the one paying the price.The moment they told

Emilia's POVI stormed out of the hallway, barely registering the people I passed. My fists were clenched, jaw tight, my eyes burning with frustration. I could still hear his voice echoing in my ears, that smug, self-righteous tone Jayden used like he was proud of what he said.“How can you even be sure the baby is Richard’s?”God, I wanted to scream."Move!" I snapped at two interns standing in the hallway who froze like deer in headlights. They quickly parted, and I kept moving, my heels clicking angrily on the floor. I didn’t care who saw me. I didn’t care what anyone thought. If Jayden wanted a reaction, he got one. He wanted to humiliate me, and maybe he did for a moment, but I wasn’t going to give him more.I turned the corner sharply, almost tripping over my own feet. My chest rose and fell fast, my breath shaky. I found a quiet spot near the emergency stairwell, no one around, and finally leaned back against the wall.I closed my eyes.My hands were trembling.What the hell is