Todos los capítulos de The Final Goodbye : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Alex’s office felt smaller than ever — like the walls were slowly closing in on him. His steps were quick, restless, as he paced from one end of the room to another. He couldn’t think straight. Every thought that entered his mind clashed with another, creating a chaos only grief and confusion could breed.“Why didn’t you tell me this since, James?” His voice broke through the silence, sharp and accusing.James, who had been standing near the window all along, turned to face him. There was a flicker of guilt in his eyes, his lips parting slightly before the words came. “I’m sorry, Alex. I wanted to tell you, I really did. But you came back from Houston… different. Calmer. Focused. I didn’t want to destroy that peace you’d just found.”“Destroy it?” Alex repeated, his tone cutting. “This is Amara we’re talking about here, James. Amara!” He jabbed a finger into the air, his expression burning. “You know what that woman once meant to me. You know what we’ve both been through. You shou

The reception at the Cooper residence hummed with low voices and the soft clink of cutlery on fine china. Condolences flowed like a steady stream; friends, business partners and close allies came forward to embrace Amara, to offer flowers, to murmur the expected words of comfort. Martins’s absence was a void that all of them tried to fill with assurances: he had been a good man, a loyal friend, a visionary leader. They spoke of his generosity.People she had met in industry approached with measured words. Amara nodded and smiled at each of them, a practiced smile pulled thin by pain. She accepted the sympathy, the hands on her shoulder, the brief hugs. She kept a private storm.Later, in a quiet room, Martins’s closest allies gathered near a window that looked out on the Cooper garden. They discussed logistics, memorial plans, and how to support Adaobi. Barrister Okoro stood beside Amara, a steady presence. He intercepted reporters before they pressed too close and guided well-mea

The garden was quiet, the wind brushing the flowers as if the world didn’t know how much rage and pain stood between them. Amara stopped a few feet from Alex, her eyes locked on him. Her breathing was sharp, her hands trembling, but she held her ground.Alex stood with his hands in his pockets, face drawn, guilt resting heavy on his shoulders. “Amara,” he began quietly, his voice almost cracking. “I didn’t kill Martins.”Amara’s chest rose and fell as she let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t kill Martins?” she repeated, her tone cold and mocking. “You expect me to believe that after everything you’ve done?”He stepped closer, desperation creeping into his voice. “You don’t understand. Someone wants both of us destroyed. I was blind for too long, but now I see it clearly. They’re using Martins’ death to ruin me—and to finish you too.”Amara’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you trying to fool now? Another story to buy sympathy?”Alex exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “I made mistakes, yes.

The nights had grown unbearably long for Amara. Sleep came in fragments — shallow, restless, haunted by flashes of Martins’ face and the sound of his laughter that now only existed in memory. Every morning felt like a punishment, every hour another reminder that the man she loved was gone.The mansion that once echoed with warmth now felt hollow. She wandered from room to room like a ghost, unable to settle.When Adaobi, her younger sister, moved in a week after the burial, Amara barely protested.Adaobi’s presence was a relief and a torment all at once. She meant well — cooking, checking on her, trying to keep conversations alive but Amara’s silence was an unmovable wall. That evening, Adaobi sat beside her on the couch, gently taking her hand.“Amara, you have to stop this,” she said softly. “You can’t bring him back by hurting yourself.”Amara didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed on the flickering TV screen, though she wasn’t watching.“I know you’re angry,” Adaobi continued, her

Alex’s phone buzzed on the desk while he was still midway through a meeting with a supplier. He stepped out into the corridor and pressed the screen to his ear. On the other end Inspector Dennis’ voice was sharp, businesslike. “Mr. O’Neil, we’ve been trying to reach you for two days. You were asked to report for questioning. If you’re not at the station in two hours we’ll come to you and place you under arrest by every means necessary.”Alex started to reply, to explain the board commitments and the chaos of the last week, but the inspector cut him off. “This is not negotiable. You are a person of interest in a very sensitive investigation. Come now.”The words felt colder than the winter air outside. Alex closed his eyes for a heartbeat, then told the supplier he’d return later. He took the main road to the station, hands gripping the steering wheel because there was no other way to steady himself.At the police station Dennis met him at the entrance with two officers. The interro