All Chapters of Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Chapter 341 - Chapter 345

His wicked grin didn't falter. “I was trying to help.” “I already told you,” she clicked her tongue. “I want Ethan to have a parent in his life. At least one.” Detroit chuckled and reached out, passing his hand over her hair, as if he was pacifying a child. “Alright, alright, I won't get in the way, my soft-hearted woman.” “Hey! Don't do that, I'm a grown ass woman!” Detroit’s brow lifted, “Are you sure about that?” She gasped dramatically, “What?” she pointed to her nose. “Is my short hair a joke to you? This is a signature hairstyle for boss ladies.” Detroit couldn't hold it back anymore. He laughed so hard that he had to turn his face away for a second, shoulders shaking. Adele playfully slapped his arm, “Stop laughing like that.” Detroit stopped laughing abruptly but the smile in his eyes didn't disappear. “You do look like a boss lady,” he admitted, “A very scary one too.” Adele scoffed, feeling proud. “Scary?” She straightened on the bed, chin lifting. “Just like

Ryan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, fear roaming his face. His wrists ached inside the cold metal cuffs as he was shoved forward again. He staggered through the walkway between two barbed fences, which demarcated the prison yard from the safe zone. By the gate, Ryan's handcuffs were removed. The same man advised. “Its better to die early. As a man, a long life here means more torture for you.” He added, “But if you don't want to die yet, avoid anything standing in Death Prison.” With that, the small gate opened with a crack and Ryan was pushed in. Inside, the yard stretched wide and barren, cracked concrete littered with rusted workout equipment, broken benches, and stains no one bothered to wash away. Men of different sizes scattered across the yard – bulky, lean, scarred, hollow-eyed. Some watched with bored indifference. Others stared with open hunger. However, seeing it wasn't a woman, their faces contorted. “A fucking son of a bitch?!” “Where are the pussies?

Adele~“Was it you who allowed Ethan into the house?”I was lying against my husband’s chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing the only thing grounding me after the emotional storm of the day. The room was quiet, dimly lit, smelling faintly of his cologne and the night breeze drifting in through the balcony doors.He didn’t answer immediately.One of his hands moved slowly along my back, palm warm, possessive, comforting. “Yes,” he finally said.I lifted my head slightly, resting my chin on his chest so I could look at him. His face was calm, unreadable, eyes dark and steady as always.“You two needed closure,” he said, kissing my head. I inhaled slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?”I could have at least prepared something for him. Maybe a last real meal. “Because you would have said no.”“That’s not true.” I argued. He raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. “You would have said no with your mouth and suffered with your heart. I chose the