He Gave Her the Wedding, I Gave Him Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Sabrina's POVThe airport was crowded, but I spotted Lawrence Steele immediately. Tall, confident, striding through the arrivals gate like he owned the place. Dashiell moved forward to greet him, and I followed a step behind, my hand resting lightly on Dashiell's arm.This was important. Lawrence was Dashiell's childhood friend, practically a brother. They'd grown up together, been inseparable until Lawrence inherited his family's international business and spent years traveling between countries. According to Dashiell, they hadn't seen each other in almost three years.When Dashiell had told me Lawrence was coming back to America and asked him to pick him up at the airport, I'd immediately volunteered to come along. Meeting his best friend felt like another step forward. Another confirmation of my place in Dashiell's life."Dashiell Hart!" Lawrence's voice boomed across the terminal. "Look at you! One of America's most sought-after CEOs now. How does it feel to be so important?"Dashi

Dashiell's POVDetective Morgan leaned forward, his notepad open on my desk. "Mr. Hart, where were you on the afternoon of October 15th? That's the day of the accident involving your ex-wife and son."I pulled up my calendar on my phone, though I already knew the answer. "I was at the hospital with Sabrina Blake. She had a treatment appointment.""Can anyone verify that?" Detective Park asked."The hospital staff. Sabrina herself. My driver who took us there." I set my phone down. "What is this about? You said you're investigating the accident.""We're investigating it as a potential attempted murder," Detective Morgan said bluntly.The words hit like a physical blow. "Murder? You think someone deliberately tried to kill them?""The evidence suggests the accident wasn't random. A black sedan followed Ms. Ashford from the clinic and forced her off the road." Detective Park consulted her notes. "Then there's the break-in at your son's hospital room. A man entered without authorization a

Sabrina's POVI was in the middle of reviewing wedding venue options when my phone rang. An unknown number."Hello?""Ms. Blake, this is Detective Park. We spoke briefly with Mr. Hart about you. We'd like to schedule a time to meet with you regarding our investigation."My heart stuttered, but I kept my voice weak and fragile. "Of course, Detective. Though I'm not sure how I can help. I've been quite ill lately.""We understand. We can meet at your residence if that's more comfortable.""That would be appreciated. When were you thinking?""Tomorrow morning, ten o'clock?"After hanging up, I immediately dialed Marcus. It went straight to voicemail. I tried again. And again.Nothing.Panic clawed at my throat. Marcus was supposed to be lying low, staying off the grid. But radio silence wasn't part of the plan.I called the burner phone I'd given him. It rang and rang before going to a generic voicemail.Something was wrong.I paced my apartment, my mind racing through possibilities. Had

Dashiell's POVI was in my study when the news alert came through on my phone.BREAKING: Sabrina Blake Arrested on Charges of Fraud, Conspiracy to Commit MurderThe words blurred together. I read them again. And again.Arrested. Fraud. Murder.My hands were shaking as I pulled up the full article.Sabrina Blake, 32, was taken into custody this evening following an investigation into falsified medical records and her alleged involvement in the October 15th attack on Evangeline Ashford and her son, Theo Hart. According to police sources, Ms. Blake fabricated a terminal cancer diagnosis and hired Marcus Jackson to orchestrate the vehicular assault that left five-year-old Theo in a coma.Dr. Kenneth Morrison of St. Helena Private Hospital has provided testimony confirming that Ms. Blake's medical records were falsified in exchange for payment. Phone records and financial transactions link Ms. Blake to Mr. Jackson in the weeks preceding the attack.I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think past t

Evangeline's POVThree weeks after Sabrina's arrest, I was reading to Theo when his fingers twitched.At first, I thought I'd imagined it. But then it happened again—a small, barely perceptible movement against my palm."Theo?" My voice shook. "Baby, can you hear me?"Another twitch. Stronger this time.I lunged for the call button, pressing it frantically. "I need Dr. Taylor! Now! Theo's moving!"Within seconds, nurses flooded the room. Ethan appeared moments later, his face focused and professional as he examined Theo."Theo, if you can hear me, squeeze your mom's hand," Ethan said calmly.I held my breath.And then I felt it. A definite squeeze."He did it!" Tears streamed down my face. "He squeezed my hand!"Ethan's expression remained controlled, but I could see the excitement in his eyes. "That's excellent. Theo, can you do it again for me?"Another squeeze."Good. Very good." Ethan checked the monitors, made notes on his tablet. "His vitals are strong. Brain activity is spiking