The Ex-wife He Regrets Losing! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

MABEL Three days after Liam's question, Vanessa called me. "We need to talk," she said. "About what Liam asked." "I know. I've been thinking about it constantly." "Me too." Vanessa paused. "Can you come to my apartment tomorrow? We should discuss this in person." "What time?" "Ten AM? Liam will be at school. We can talk privately." "I'll be there." The next morning, David drove me to Vanessa's building. "Want me to come up?" he asked. "No. I'll be fine. Just wait in the lobby." He nodded. "Call if you need anything." Vanessa answered her door herself. No Rose. No assistants. Just us. We sat in her living room. Coffee on the table between us. Neither of us drinking it. "So," Vanessa started. "Li

MABELWe'd been in the Brooklyn safe house for three hours when Damian arrived.David let him in after a thorough security check.Damian's face was flushed. His normally perfect composure shattered."Are you all okay?" He looked at each of us. Me. Vanessa. Liam. Bella. Lily."We're fine," I said. "Shaken but fine.""Fine? Someone just tried to kill you!" Damian's voice was sharp. "A car bomb, Mabel. An actual car bomb.""I know.""Do you? Do you understand how serious this is?" He paced the small living room. "Claire has gone too far. Way too far.""We know," Vanessa said quietly. She was still holding Liam."This isn't intimidation anymore. This isn't threats or surveillance or breaking into apartments." Damian stopped pacing. "This is attempted murder. Multiple counts. She tried to kill both of you. And Liam could have been in that car."The thought made me sick.Liam in the car. The bomb detonating. Him dying.Because of Claire's desperation to silence us."What do we do?" I asked.

ETHANI drove away from my mother's estate, my hands gripping the wheel too tight.She'd lied to me. Deflected. Refused to give me a straight answer.Which meant she was guilty.My mother had tried to kill Vanessa Latham.And possibly Mabel. And Liam.A five-year-old child.I pulled over on a quiet street and sat there, engine running.What was I supposed to do with this information?Go to the police? Turn in my own mother?She was still my mother. Despite everything.But she'd tried to murder people.I couldn't ignore that.I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts.Stopped at a name, Michael Rivera.Private investigator. Discreet. Thorough. I'd used him before for business matters.I called."Rivera Investigations.""Michael, it's Ethan Hoss. I need you to look into something. Urgently.""What kind o

CLAIREThe holding cell was small. Gray. Cold.A metal bench. Concrete walls. Fluorescent lights that buzzed constantly.This couldn't be real.I sat on the bench, still wearing my Chanel suit. Still perfectly composed on the outside.Inside, I was screaming.They'd arrested me. Actually arrested me.Put me in handcuffs. Read me my rights. Walked me out of my home like a common criminal.The cameras had been there. News crews. Reporters shouting questions.My perp walk. Broadcast live across the country.Claire Hoss. Fashion icon. CEO. One of New York's most powerful women.Being led away in handcuffs.Humiliated.I'd been processed. Fingerprinted. Photographed for a mugshot.They'd taken my jewelry. My phone. My watch.Stripped me of everything that made me Claire Hoss.And put me in this cell.To wait.For arraignment. Fo

MABELTwo weeks after Claire's arrest, Vanessa knocked on my bedroom door."Can we talk?" she asked."Of course."She came in, closing the door behind her. "I've been thinking. About Liam. About telling him the truth."My heart started racing. "Now?""Yes. Claire is in jail. The immediate danger has passed. We're still here, together, in a safe environment." Vanessa sat on the bed. "It's time.""Are you sure?""No. But when will I ever be sure?" She looked at me. "He needs to know. Before he hears it from someone else. Before it comes out in trial coverage. Before the media gets hold of it."She was right."When?" I asked."This afternoon. After lunch. We'll sit him down together. Like we planned before the explosion.""Okay." My hands were shaking. "Okay. Let's do it."We went through the motions of the morning. Breakfast. Playing with Liam. Trying to act normal.