All Chapters of Revenge is Best Served Cold: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Elena's POV The apartment felt too quiet when we stepped inside. Julian closed the door behind us with a soft click that somehow sounded too loud in the silence. I moved toward the kitchen, needing something to do with my hands, but his voice stopped me. "Elena." The way he said my name made my stomach tighten. Not angry, exactly. But serious. Heavy with unspoken questions. I turned to face him, forcing a smile. "I'll make us some tea. It's been a long day." "Elena, stop." His hand caught my wrist gently. Not pulling, just holding. His touch was warm, but I felt cold spreading through my chest. "We need to talk," Julian said quietly. I looked up at his face. The concern in his eyes was real. So was the doubt I saw flickering there, and that hurt more than Isabella's accusations or Carmen's threats. "About what?" I asked, pulling my hand free and moving to the couch. Julian followed, sitting beside me but keeping some distance between us. That small gap felt like an ocean. "

Elena's POV Julian's hand stayed on the doorknob. His back was still turned to me, his shoulders tense and rigid. The silence stretched between us like a chasm I wasn't sure I could cross. "I'm listening," he said finally, his voice flat and emotionless. I moved to the couch and sat down before my legs could give out. My hands trembled in my lap, and I clasped them together to stop the shaking. "You're going to think I'm crazy," I whispered. "Try me." Julian still didn't turn around. Maybe that made it easier. Maybe I could tell him the truth if I didn't have to see the judgment in his eyes. "I know you may not believe me," I started, my voice barely audible. "But I promise I'm telling you the whole truth. I've never told anyone else about this. Ever." "Just say it, Elena." I took a shaky breath. "Three years. That's how long I suffered because of Marcus' betrayal. Three years of torture, of hunger, of living on the streets while he lived comfortably with Sophia." Julian's s

Elena's POV I stood frozen in the middle of our apartment, staring at the door Julian walked through. This second time he walked out felt much worse and I found it hard to breathe. My legs finally gave out completely and I collapsed onto the couch. He knew everything now. The stealing, the manipulation and the revenge I planned. All of it. And he looked at me like I was a stranger. My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I ignored it. Whoever was calling could wait. Right now, I couldn't talk to anyone. I couldn't pretend to be okay when my whole world was falling apart. The buzzing stopped, then started again immediately. I wiped my eyes and grabbed the phone, ready to silence it. But the name on the screen made my stomach drop. Carmen Rodriguez. My finger hovered over the decline button. Nothing good could come from this call. Carmen only contacted me when she wanted to threaten or intimidate me. The phone kept ringing. Part of me wanted to throw it across the room. But curios

Marcus's POV I watched the news broadcast on the screen of the laptop Carmen got for me, a smile spreading across my face. Carmen stood in front of the police station, her expression serious and professional. Cameras flashed around her as reporters shouted questions. "Ms. Rodriguez, can you tell us about these allegations against Elena Thompson?" Carmen held up a folder of documents. "Marcus Martinez was a victim of theft. Elena Thompson, his ex-wife, stole five point two million dollars from his personal account while he was incapacitated. He is innocent of fraud because she stole the money from him and he had no idea about it. I have bank records, transfer documents, and witness statements proving her guilt." The reporters continued with more questions. Carmen handled them perfectly, just like I knew she would. She looked confident and very believable. The documents were fake, of course. I created them myself using software I found on the web. The bank statements and transfer r

Dr. Parker's POV Marcus arrived at my apartment just after noon. He looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes and wrinkled clothes that said he slept in them. But his smile was as confident as ever when I opened the door. "James. Thanks for letting me come over." "Of course." I stepped aside to let him in. "You sounded urgent on the phone." Marcus walked into my small living room and sat on the couch without being invited. He always did that, acted like he owned every space he entered. "I need your help with something," Marcus said. I sat in the chair across from him. "What is it?" "Carmen is starting to doubt me." Marcus leaned forward. "The police exposed those documents as fake and now she's asking questions I can't answer." "Maybe because the documents were fake," I said carefully. Marcus' eyes narrowed. "The police were bribed. Elena paid them off to discredit the evidence." "Marcus." I sighed. "We both know that's not true." "What are you talking about?" "I'm ta