Semua Bab Love me back, Ex-Wife: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Jessica’s blood went cold, her hands trembling as fear filled her. Her throat went dry and no matter how much she drank from the glass before her, it didn’t make a difference. She had broken into cold sweat despite the working air conditioner in the room. Her mind raced with various thoughts on how to get out of the situation. In this moment, she didn’t care about being Ethan’s wife anymore. She just wanted to leave the house and save her head. “Jessica?” Brielle’s voice pulled her out of her daze, causing her to jerk in response. She turned her head to the side quickly, her eyes wide open. “Y-yes.” She stuttered.“Are you okay? You look sick.” Brielle asked, holding in her smirk. She could tell that Jessica’s nerves were getting the better of her from hearing the news. She probably didn’t expect Vivian to act so quickly. It was a shame! Especially since she almost killed nurse joy just to keep the same truth hidden.“Yeah, I’m good. I just feel a little dizzy.” Jessica resp

Ethan, Brielle, and Jessica left the Rayne mansion at the same time. Jessica strolled with her head held high at the front while Ethan walked with his hands in a fist as though he wanted to punch her.Brielle, on the other hand, walked slowly, various thoughts going through her mind. She didn’t know who to trust anymore or what to believe.“I’ll drop you off,” Ethan said but before Brielle could respond, Jessica was already standing at the door to the passenger seat.“What are you doing?” Ethan asked with a look of irritation when he saw her standing at the door.“Going home with you? You heard Raymond, didn’t you? You’re taking care of me until it is proven that this child isn’t yours.” She responded with a taunting smile.“If you think I’m letting you walk back into my house after that stunt you just pulled then you must really be delusional. All Dad said was that I had to take care of you. He didn’t say you had to stay in my house so, Jessica, do not even think about coming here. M

The cemetery was hushed, the only sound the low murmur of prayers and the faint rustle of wind through the trees. Hannah’s funeral was small, modest, almost painfully so. A few neighbors stood off to the side, some nurses from the hospital clutched tissues, and a few doctors bowed their heads in solemn silence. At the center were Hannah’s parents, faces etched with grief so deep it seemed to hollow out their bodies.Brielle stood at the edge of the gathering, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her chest aching at the sight of them. They had no idea. To them, Hannah was still the sweet daughter who had stumbled into bad company, caught in tragedy far beyond her. They would never know the weight of what she carried before she died. At least, not yet.The priest spoke softly, his words of comfort almost drowned out by the sound of muffled sobbing. The air was heavy with grief, thick enough to suffocate. Brielle blinked against the sting in her eyes, her throat tightening as the c

Scott’s phone buzzed later that afternoon, a sharp vibration against the small wooden table beside him. He had been sitting with his legs crossed, flipping lazily through the pages of a business magazine he had no interest in. When he saw the number flashing on the screen, his expression sharpened. He lifted the phone slowly, pressing it to his ear.“We checked with one of our men in the station,” a man’s voice reported, rough and hurried. “The phone’s not there, not in evidence, not in storage. It was processed once, but then it was signed out under Officer Joe’s name. He doesn’t have it anymore.”Scott leaned back, his jaw flexing. “Then where is it?” His tone shifted from its usual calmness to a more authoritative one, though a dangerous undercurrent hummed beneath.“We did some asking,” the man continued. “Word is, the officer passed it on. No one knows to whom, but… the timing matches. Hannah’s friend, the doctor, was there the day Joe was working the case. Brielle.”Scott’s lips

Jessica paced the narrow living room of Scott’s apartment, her heels clicking sharply against the polished wooden floor. Her face was filled with anger, her breath shallow and her heart hammering with fury. The moment Scott walked in, tossing his car keys carelessly on the counter, she jumped on him.“You said you’d handle it!” she snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “You promised me the phone would be gone by now.” Her chest heaved up and down as she spoke.Scott didn’t look frightened in the slightest. If anything, he looked annoyed at her outburst. He leaned lazily against the counter, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his expression maddeningly calm. His eyes, dark and calculating, flicked over her like she was nothing more than an amusing distraction.“They searched the damn house, Jessica,” he replied smoothly, his tone low, steady. “Every drawer, every corner. But the phone wasn’t there. What else did you want them to do?”Jessica froze, her eyes widening. “What do you