Semua Bab Arrogant CEO: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Sara’s POV I turned away again, staring at the floor, trying to sort through the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “I need some time,” I said, my voice barely steady. “I don’t know how to move forward from here, Zack. I don’t know if we can.” Zack’s breath hitched, and I could feel the tension in the air thickening. “Sara… I—” “No.” I turned back toward him, holding up my hand. “You went to him without talking to me. You made a decision that affected both of us. You reopened a wound that I’ve been carrying for years. You didn’t think about what it would do to me.” His face crumpled, and for a moment, he looked like he might fall apart right in front of me. “I thought I was helping,” he said softly. “I thought that if I found out the truth, it would… I don’t know, make things better. Clear the air.” “Better?” I repeated, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “How could this make anything better? You went behind my back, Zack. You brought him into our lives when I wasn’t rea

Sara’s POV I woke up to the dim light creeping through the hotel curtains, my body feeling heavy, as if the weight of my decisions had settled deep into my bones overnight. I had tossed and turned for hours, my mind refusing to give me the peace I was so desperately seeking. But even here, away from Zack and everything else, the memories and questions kept gnawing at me. I couldn’t escape them. Lying in the quiet of the room, I let myself go over everything again. Zack, Richard, Uncle Jude’s so-called “evidence” that had turned my life upside down. The thought of Richard—the man I was told had killed my parents—being awake now, wanting to talk to Zack, it all felt too much. For so long, I had built my life around the idea that this man was a monster, the reason my parents weren’t here anymore. I couldn’t reconcile that with the fact that he was now awake, speaking, remembering. And worse, that Zack had gone to him. I stared up at the ceiling, replaying the conversation Zack an

Sara’s POV “I wish I knew,” Richard said, looking me straight in the eye. “I’ve spent months trying to figure out why I was blamed. But there’s one thing I do know, Sara: your parents’ deaths were part of something bigger, something none of us fully understand.” His words felt like a punch to the gut. Bigger? What did that mean? I wanted answers, but every question only seemed to lead to more uncertainty, more doubt. I couldn’t stay here anymore. The room felt suffocating, and the truth—or whatever twisted version of it this was—was too much to take in all at once. Without another word, I turned and walked out, my footsteps heavy against the cold hospital floor. Mary rushed to catch up with me in the hallway. “Sara, are you okay? What did he say?” I shook my head, not even sure how to begin explaining. “He said… he said he didn’t do it. He doesn’t know who did.” Mary’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t say anything. She just walked beside me as we left the hospital,

Sara’s POV The next few days passed in a blur of restless nights and endless questions. I barely slept, my mind too busy trying to piece together the fragments of my past. I dug through old documents, letters, anything that might give me a clue. But nothing made sense. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jude. His silence, his refusal to give me answers—it gnawed at me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that everything I knew about my parents’ death came from him. Every detail, every painful memory, had been shaped by his version of events. But now, that version felt hollow. What if Jude had manipulated me all along? What if he had something to gain from keeping me in the dark? The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. My parents had left behind a lot—money, property, everything that would have gone to me when I turned eighteen. But Jude had been the one in control of it all until then. He told me to get married and I did just that but what if he had been after s

Sara’s POV After silencing my phone, I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the blank wall ahead of me. The silence of the hotel room was deafening. The weight of what I had just done—cutting Zack out, even temporarily—settled heavily in my chest. He had always been there, my anchor through the worst of it. But now, the storm I was in was too dark, too dangerous for him to weather with me. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. This wasn’t about Zack or our relationship. This was about uncovering the truth, no matter what it cost. If Richard had orchestrated my parents' deaths and forced Jude to take the blame, there was no telling how far his reach went—or what other lies were hiding beneath the surface. Thomas Avery. His name was the only lead I had, and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers. I grabbed my laptop, fingers trembling as I started searching for any trace of him. It took hours, scrolling through page after page of vague mentions, but eventual