Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ex-wife He Regrets Losing!: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

MABELI kept scrolling through the files.Found another video. Longer. Different camera angles.Parking_Garage_Full_Footage.mp4Timestamp; November 12, 1999. 10:23 PM - 12:15 AMNearly two hours of continuous footage.I clicked play.The parking garage. Quiet. Empty except for a few cars.At 10:23 PM, my mother's blue Honda pulled into frame. Parked in the same corner spot.The driver's door opened.My mother stepped out.I hadn't seen footage of her in years. Seeing her move, walk, exist, even in grainy security video, hit me hard.She looked terrible. Even in the poor quality, I could see she'd been crying. Her movements unsteady.She fumbled with her purse. Dropped her keys. Picked them up.Then sat back in the driver's seat. Door open. Just sitting there.Minutes passed. She didn't move.At 10:47 PM, she pulled something from her purse. A bottle. She drank from it."She was drinking in the car," Bella said quietly.My mother sat there. Drinking. Crying. For nearly an hour.At 11:3

MABELAfter Detective Morrison left, I sat in the living room staring at nothing.Damian had taken the USB drive. Making copies. Securing the evidence. Coordinating with Morrison's team.Bella sat beside me. Silent. Lily had been sent to bed hours ago.Vanessa brought me tea. I didn't drink it.I just sat. Shaking.Not crying. Not yet. Just shaking."Mabel?" Bella touched my arm. "Are you okay?""No."I wasn't okay. Wouldn't be okay for a long time.Everything I'd thought I knew about my mother's death was wrong.For twenty-five years, I'd believed the official story. Drunk driving. Single vehicle accident. Tragic but ultimately her fault.I'd been angry at her. For drinking. For driving. For leaving me alone.For being reckless. For not being more careful. For dying when I needed her.But none of that was true.She hadn't been reckless. Hadn't lost control. Hadn't caused the accident.Claire had murdered her.Deliberately. Coldly. Methodically.Sabotaged her car. Watched her crash. C

CLAIREThe cell was cold.I'd been in custody for months now. Should have been used to it.But I wasn't. Would never be.Every morning I woke up on a thin mattress. Metal toilet in the corner. Concrete walls. Fluorescent lights that buzzed constantly.This wasn't supposed to be my life.I was Claire Hoss. Fashion CEO. Socialite. One of New York's most powerful women.Not inmate number 847392.But here I was.My lawyer arrived at 2 PM. Gregory. The expensive one. The one who'd promised he could fix this.He didn't look optimistic."We need to talk," he said, sitting across from me in the consultation room."About the murder charges.""Yes." Gregory pulled out documents. "The video evidence is authenticated. Three independent experts verified it. Timestamps match police records. Camera locations confirmed. It's legitimate.""It could be faked….""It's not. And claiming it is will make you look desperate." Gregory spread out the documents. "Claire, the DA has video of you tampering with

MABELThe trial lasted two weeks.The prosecution presented witness after witness. Expert after expert. Video after video.All of it pointing to the same conclusion: Claire Hoss murdered Elena James.Marshall tried everything. Questioned video authenticity. Suggested alternative explanations. Implied the investigation was biased.Nothing worked. The evidence was too strong.On the final day, both sides gave closing arguments.Amanda Chen stood before the jury. Calm. Confident."Members of the jury, the evidence is overwhelming. Claire Hoss sabotaged Elena James's car. You saw the video. Timestamped. Authenticated. Clear. She tampered with that vehicle at 11:47 PM. Nineteen minutes later, Elena's brakes failed. The car crashed. Elena died."Chen walked along the jury box."Then Claire arrived at the crash scene. She watched. She called someone—probably to confirm the kill. Then she left Elena to die. Didn't call for help. Didn't render aid. Just drove away." Chen's voice strengthened.

MABELTwo weeks after Claire's sentencing, Ethan called.I almost didn't answer. Unknown number. But something made me pick up."Mabel. It's Ethan."I was silent."I know I probably shouldn't be calling. But I wanted to reach out. To apologize.""For what specifically? There's a lot to choose from."He deserved that."For everything. For not believing you. For defending my mother. For staying silent when I should have spoken up." His voice was heavy. "For all of it."I sat down. "Why now?""Because the trial is over. Because my mother is in prison forever. Because I finally have the space to say I'm sorry without it being about strategy or legal positioning." He paused. "I should have said it years ago. When you first told me something was wrong. When you said Jason might not be yours. I should have listened.""Yes. You should have.""I was afraid of her. I always have been. A