บททั้งหมดของ Reborn: I Give My Husband Back to His True Love: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Sydney The scream died in my throat. My chest felt tight. I reached to touch my eyes and my fingers came back wet. Not that I recall any moment when I was actually crying.Where was I?I looked up at the ceilings and the wooden beams, my eyes staring at the light filtering through the floor to ceiling curtains and then it hit me.Bryce’s bedroom. I hadn’t gone home. We’d come to his bedroom and made love some more before I fell asleep. I pressed my hand to my chest. My heart was still beating fast. I was covered in sweat. I sat up, pushing the hair back from my face trying to breathe.It was a dream. Dad was fine. I still had time to stop Eric before he carried out his crazy plan. For a second, I had a sinking feeling in my chest.He would do it again. If I didn’t stop Eric and protect my father, Eric would do it again. My blood went cold and I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, my hands shaking. I pressed the power button and the screen lit up. I had seven missed calls from

Sydney His lips curled into a smile and something inside my chest cracked.“Hey buddy,” I smiled at him, crossing towards him and kneeling. I ruffled his curls and he leaned into me like he was starving. Like he was one of those women on the podcasts talking about how their love languages were physical touch and they weren’t getting it from their husbands.“You’re up early”“Uh..huh” he nodded, smiling at me.“Where’s your Daddy?” I smiled back, holding his eyes.He pointed to the hallway. “There.”I smiled at him, ruffling his hair once more. At least he and his mistress weren’t still in bed while their son watched TV alone.“Thanks sweetheart. Keep watching your show okay? I’ll go say hi to Daddy”Miles nodded, already turning to the screen. I got up, adjusting my hair, and headed down the hallway. I’d barely gotten to the door when I heard their voices.Kara sounded furious.“…tired of this, Eric! I’m tired of being your dirty little secret while she gets everything!”“Baby…” Eric

Sydney She shook her head first and then nodded. “No..err. Yes. That would be great.” She reached for the door handle. “Goodbye.”She hurried outside, slamming the door behind her. I turned to look at Eric who had a weird look on his face. Miles was still standing in the middle of the hallway, his eyes teary. He was trembling. Poor child.I took another sip of coffee, a small smile forming on my lips.“Well, that was interesting” I nodded at the door.Eric nodded. “It was.” He turned to me suddenly, his hands on his waist. “Where were you last night?”I couldn’t help the laughter escaping my throat. “Where was I last night? Eric, I told you, I went to see Celine.”He narrowed his eyes. “Is that why you didn’t pick up any of my calls?”I chuckled again, dropping my mug on the counter. “Why is Kara here so early?” I glanced at the door. “Why is she running away too? Miles seemed to like her. Didn’t he call her…” I tilted my head. “Mommy?”His eyes flashed, his face turning red. “Sydney

Sydney He pulled out another folder, opening it. “This is good news. Well, kinda.” He looked at me. “Digital forensics can prove that the signatures were forged. Anyone who looks a little deeper can see that the metadata, the pixels, and the timing of when documents were created versus when they were signed all point to forgery”“But…but can you prove that Eric did it?” I bit my lower lip, hopeful. “Can you trace it back to him?”Victor sighed and my heart dropped. “That’s the issue. I told you he’s very good at this so the way it’s set up, he could easily deny it. All of the shell companies are registered to different individuals and entities and none of them connect to your husband.” He slid the folder towards me but I was too sad to open them.“The offshore accounts only have numbered access and then the forged signatures were created on computers that can’t be directly linked to anyone.”I sighed looking away. “But you think it was Eric.”He shook his head. “I know it was your hu

Sydney Sighing, I clicked away at the forms, taking pictures. It might not prove a lot but it proved something and that was enough.There was nothing major left in the drawer and I replaced the file. Pushing the drawer close, I glanced at the time on my watch. I’d been here for close to twenty minutes. I still had some time before the dinner.I turned to the filing cabinets and tugged at the first handle. It was locked.Of course.These were newer looks. They would be harder than the drawers even though they looked like they might be connected to the same key system. It would be easier to get Eric’s keys.I could just pick them but that would take a while. Damn it.I turned towards the lock pick set I’d left beside the drawers when I saw it. The landscape painting. It was not the most spectacular piece of shit but it was slightly crooked.My heart skipped a beat. Maybe I had moved it by mistake. This was what Webb talked about. I had to make sure I left no trace.I hurried towards it