Semua Bab After I Died, He Truly Panicked: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Morgana’s POVThe Grandview Hotel’s private dining room felt like a courtroom as I arrived exactly at one o’clock. Regina sat at the far end of a polished mahogany table, wearing a black suit that made her look like she was attending a funeral.Her own, maybe.“Punctual as always,” Regina said without standing. “Please, sit.”I chose a chair at the opposite end of the table, keeping maximum distance between us. Regina looked different—calmer than I’d seen her in months, but there was something dangerous in her dark eyes.“You said you had proof of something,” I said, setting my purse on the table. “What exactly are we discussing?”“Your masterpiece. The destruction of a pregnant woman.”My stomach tightened, but I smiled. “I’m not sure what you mean.”Regina opened a folder and slid several documents across the table.“I traced the money, Morgana.”I scanned the papers without touching them. The documentation was thorough and damning.“I also found your actor,” Regina continued. “Jame

Maxwell’s POVThe FBI agents arrived at my office while I was reviewing contract proposals for a client meeting. Two stern-faced people in dark suits, followed by Regina and her legal team. My first thought was that Regina had somehow escalated our custody battle into federal territory.Then I saw her face.Regina looked destroyed. She was pale and shaking, her normally perfect composure shattered completely. Whatever had brought federal agents to my office, it was catastrophic.“Mr. Chamberlain,” the lead agent said, “I’m Agent Williams. We need to discuss an urgent situation involving your son Ivan.”“What about Ivan?”“He’s been kidnapped, sir. Along with another child.”My legs went weak. “Kidnapped?”Regina stepped forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “Morgana took them, Maxwell.”“Took who? Ivan and—” I stopped, confusion washing over me. “Wait. Why would Morgana kidnap Ivan and some other child together?”“The other child is Mia,” Regina said.“Lindsay’s daughter? Why wou

Regina’s POVMaxwell walked into the Veyron estate looking like he’d aged ten years in the past four hours. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair disheveled, and his eyes held the hollow desperation of a man watching his world burn down around him.I stood up from the dining room table where I’d been coordinating with FBI communications, my body stiff from hours of tension. For the children’s sake, I pushed down the anger that flared at seeing him.“Any updates?” he asked Agent Williams.“We’ve narrowed down possible locations to a three-mile radius on the east side of the city. Older industrial district, lots of abandoned buildings.”“I know that area,” Maxwell said immediately. “Morgana mentioned it once. Said it reminded her of places she’d lived as a child.”I bit back the sharp retort that wanted to escape. Now wasn’t the time for bitterness, no matter how much his casual knowledge of Morgana’s past stung.Agent Williams looked between us. “We need detailed psychological profiles o

Morgana’s POVThe gun fell from my hands like it was burning my skin. Maxwell lay on the concrete floor, blood pooling beneath his shoulder, and all I could think was that I’d killed the only man I’d ever loved.“No, no, no,” I whispered, reaching toward him before FBI agents grabbed my arms. “Maxwell, please—I didn’t mean to hurt you.”But he wasn’t moving. His eyes were closed, his face gray with shock and blood loss. Regina knelt beside him, pressing her hands against the wound while screaming for paramedics.I’d shot him. I’d actually shot Maxwell.The agents were saying something, but their voices sounded like they were coming from underwater. Everything felt distant and unreal, like I was watching someone else’s nightmare.“Maxwell?” I called desperately as they dragged me away from his body. “Maxwell, I’m sorry! I love you! I didn’t mean—”“Ma’am, you need to calm down,” one of the agents said, but I couldn’t calm down. I couldn’t process what I’d done.The children were scream

Regina’s POVMaxwell looked smaller in the hospital bed than I’d ever seen him. His left shoulder was heavily bandaged, his arm immobilized in a sling, and pain medication had left dark circles under his eyes.But when I knocked softly on his door, carrying Mia while Ivan bounced beside me, his face transformed with something I’d almost forgotten existed—pure joy.“Daddy!” Ivan rushed to the bedside, careful not to bump Maxwell’s injured shoulder. “Are you really okay? The nurses said you were sleeping for two whole days!”“I’m okay, buddy.” Maxwell’s voice was hoarse but steady. “The doctors fixed me up good as new.”Mia pressed closer to my side, her small hand gripping mine tightly as she stared at the man in the hospital bed. This was the moment I’d been dreading—the first time Maxwell would speak to our daughter knowing she was his child.“Mia,” I said gently, “remember what we talked about in the car?”She nodded solemnly, her gray eyes wide and uncertain.Maxwell shifted carefu