All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REBORN WIFE: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

When Beatrice heard this, the blood drained from her face. She quickly got out of bed and stood face to face with Winnie.“You’re lying to me, right?” Beatrice asked, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with disbelief.Winnie met her mother’s gaze and spoke with cold certainty. “I’m not lying. He even met the lady today. He said he’ll bring her home tomorrow. He showed me her pictures.”Beatrice’s heart clenched so tightly she could hardly breathe. The room felt suffocating. Without another word, she bolted out of bed and rushed to Sam’s room.She grabbed the doorknob and twisted hard, but the door wouldn’t budge.“Sam! Sam, open the door!” she cried, pounding on it over and over. There was no response. After a while, her strength gave out and her fists fell limp against the wood.Defeated, Beatrice turned back and slowly walked to her room. Winnie was still there, watching.“You’re back already?” Winnie asked, surprised.“He’s asleep,” Beatrice replied flatly. “There’s no need to dist

Sam didn’t care about Beatrice’s absence. He simply went ahead with preparations for his wedding to the new woman.Within a week, he married her without bothering to find out where Beatrice was.In a dark warehouse where light barely penetrated, a lone female figure stood with her back to the door, motionless in the gloom.The door behind her creaked open and a man stepped inside. He spoke respectfully:“Madam Beatrice, we’ve already submitted all the evidence. At first, we thought the authorities would shield him, but it looks like they’re acting on it. They’ve begun moves to arrest Sam. He will surely end up in jail.”Beatrice did not respond at once. After a brief silence, she let out a low chuckle.“I know Catherine is behind this,” she said coldly.The man continued, “From what we’ve gathered, security operatives plan to apprehend him right after the wedding. Every possible escape route has been blocked. His assets are already being seized, and Interpol is moving to confiscate hi

The next day was the weekend. Alexander didn’t go to work; instead, he stayed home to care for his pregnant wife, Melody.Just then, the butler came in. “Sir, Beatrice is here to see you.”Alexander’s expression darkened at the mention of his ex-wife. He turned to Melody. “I’ll be back soon.”Melody smiled softly. “Go ahead.”“I’m sorry they keep showing up and ruining our peace,” Alexander added, his voice edged with frustration. “I’ll make sure they stop coming here.”Melody nodded. “I understand.”Alexander let out a breath, relieved. Melody wasn’t difficult—nothing like the chaos he’d lived with during the twenty-plus years he’d been married to Beatrice.He headed to the sitting room, where Beatrice was waiting. The moment he saw her, his face hardened.“Why are you here again?” he asked coldly. “I thought everything was settled. Why are you still bothering me?”Beatrice met his gaze, calm and composed. “Can you do me one favor? Adopt Winnie as your daughter.”Alexander gave a sho

Winnie had just seen the news: her mother had been arrested by Alexander. At dawn, she raced to his house.At Alexander’s gate, security refused to let her in.She slammed her palm against the iron bars, shouting until her throat burned. “Open the gate! I want to see that beast! He treated me and my mother terribly, and he still had the nerve to arrest her!”She kept pounding and kicking at the gate, refusing to leave. Her phone rang over and over, but she ignored it, screaming again, “Open this damn gate! I want to see Alexander!”When no one responded, her phone rang once more. She snatched it up and snapped, “Why the fuck are you calling me?”A voice on the other end said flatly, “Your mom is dead.”Winnie froze. Her face drained of color. “You’re fucking lying, you son of a bitch—”“Come to the station,” the caller cut in.The line went dead.Panic surged through her. She stumbled back to her car, threw herself into the driver’s seat, and sped straight to the police station.As so

The sheriff nodded at once. “I believe you.”Winnie stared at him, stunned. She hadn’t expected it to be that easy. She wiped the tears sliding down her cheeks, sniffed, and asked carefully, “Does that mean… I’m free?”“You’re lucky this time,” the sheriff said, his voice firm. “But next time you won’t be. Stay away from people with questionable character. You get mixed up in their mess, you’ll end up paying for it. Your mother was a good woman—don’t ruin yourself trying to be something you’re not.”The thought of prison swallowed any urge to argue. Winnie nodded quickly. “Thank you. I’m grateful—thank you.”“You can go after you sign this,” he said, sliding the paper forward.Winnie signed immediately and hurried out of the sheriff’s office.When she got home, she found Ethan and Emily at the dining table, eating as if nothing had happened. The sight of them made her hands tremble with rage. She marched up to them and demanded coldly, “Which one of you called the police to the mansio