บททั้งหมดของ Reborn to Destroy Him: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The victory at the injunction hearing lasted exactly three days.On day one, my primary fabric supplier called. "Mrs. Nott, I'm sorry, but we can't fulfill your order. We've decided to go in a different direction.""Different direction? We've been working together for two months. The silk is already in production.""I know, and I apologize for the inconvenience. But circumstances have changed. I'll refund your deposit."On day two, my button manufacturer sent an email. Formal. Apologetic. Final."Due to unforeseen business considerations, we are unable to continue our partnership with Nott Designs. We wish you the best in your future endeavors."On day three, four more suppliers pulled out. The seamstresses I'd contracted for production. The zipper company. The lining manufacturer. Even the packaging supplier.All within seventy-two hours.All with the same vague explanations about "business considerations" and "changed circumstances."I called Diana."Shaw. He's going after my suppli

The day of Emma's court-ordered psychological evaluation, I woke up with a knot in my stomach that wouldn't go away."Mommy, why do I have to see another doctor lady?" Emma asked over breakfast. "I already talked to two doctor ladies about my feelings.""I know, baby. But this one is special. The judge asked her to talk to you. It's important for the court.""Will you stay with me?""For a little bit. Then she'll want to talk to just you. But I'll be right outside the whole time. I promise."Dr. Patricia Weiss's office was in a professional building downtown. Expensive art on the walls. Plush carpet. The kind of place that screamed money and connections.Dr. Weiss herself was in her mid-fifties, perfectly styled hair, designer glasses, warm smile. Everything about her said professional, trustworthy, neutral expert."Emma! What a lovely name. And who's this?" She gestured to Mr. Whiskers tucked under Emma's arm."Mr. Whiskers. He's my rabbit.""He's wonderful. Come in, both of you."Her

I stood in my study staring at the broken file cabinet lock. The violation of it. The calculated precision of someone who knew exactly what they wanted and where to find it."We need to call the police," Marcus said from the doorway."And tell them what? That files were stolen from a locked cabinet but nothing else was taken? No forced entry? No broken windows?" I shook my head. "Whoever did this was professional. They'll find nothing.""But Emma's therapy records—those documented her trauma from Brock. Her nightmares. Her specific fears. That was evidence.""Exactly. Which is why someone took them." I pulled out my phone and called Dr. Sarah Chen, Emma's actual therapist. "Dr. Chen, this is Bethany Nott. I need to know—do you still have the original therapy notes for Emma?""Of course. All original session notes are kept in my secure files. Why?""My personal copies were stolen from my home. Someone broke into my filing cabinet specifically to take them."Silence on the other end. Th

I held it together until Marcus came over that evening. Emma was watching a movie in the living room, Mr. Whiskers on her lap, her eyes glazed with exhaustion from another sleepless night.Marcus took one look at my face and pulled me into the kitchen."What happened?""Dr. Chen showed me Emma's drawing today." My voice cracked. "A little girl in a cage. Two monsters fighting outside. That's how my daughter sees her life. Trapped. While her parents destroy each other.""Bethany—""I'm destroying her, Marcus. I'm destroying my daughter to destroy him." The words came out in a rush. "The nightmares. The bed-wetting. The paranoia. The way she looks at me now like she's waiting for me to break. All of it is because of me. Because I won't stop fighting.""You can't stop fighting. Brock tried to kidnap her. He—""Did he though?" I sank into a chair. "Or did I interpret his actions that way because I was scared and angry? Maybe Dr. Weiss is right. Maybe I've been coaching Emma without realiz

The next morning, I sat in Diane Frost's living room while she played the recording for the third time. Each time Shaw's voice filled the room, describing his destruction plan so casually, I felt sick."This is gold," Diane said. She stopped the recording. "Pure gold. Every defense attorney's nightmare. The man confessed to conspiracy, racketeering, fraud, extortion. All on tape.""So we go to the police?""Better. We go to the FBI." Diane picked up her phone. "I know someone. Agent Sarah Park. She specializes in white-collar crime. Financial fraud. Corporate espionage. This is exactly her area.""Will she even listen to us?""She'll listen. Sarah has been trying to build cases against people like Shaw for years. The problem is always evidence. Rich men like Shaw hide behind lawyers and shell companies. They never confess. But Shaw just handed us everything on a silver platter because his ego couldn't resist explaining how brilliant he is."Diane made the call. Spoke quietly for a few