Lahat ng Kabanata ng DIVORCED THE LOSER, MARRIED THE BILLIONAIRE CEO: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

"The security footage shows nothing."Diego pulled up the building's cameras on his tablet. Hallway. Elevator. Garage. Every angle accounted for."Whoever got in knew how to avoid surveillance."They were back at the Thompson estate. In the guest suite. Aurora sitting on the bed while Kieran paced."How is that possible?" Aurora asked. "We have the best security—""They had inside help. Someone with building access. Someone who knows the camera blind spots." Diego swiped through more footage. "We're interviewing every staff member. Maintenance. Cleaning crews. Everyone.""So what do we do until then?""You stay here. Where we can control the environment."After Diego left, Kieran stopped pacing. Sat beside Aurora."I'm sorry.""For what?""For this. All of this. My past. My enemies. You shouldn't have to live like this.""Kieran—""You should be working on your project. Living in our home. Being happy. Not running from place to place because people from my past won't let go."Aurora t

“Piagel’s trial starts in five days.”Diego stood in Kieran’s downtown office, morning sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He’d spread security reports across the conference table—surveillance photos, background checks, threat assessments.Kieran studied each document carefully, his business mask firmly in place. But Diego knew him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the tightness around his eyes.“The prosecutor is confident,” Diego continued. “Evidence is solid. Multiple witnesses. The defense is weak—they’re going to push hard for a plea deal.”“Will he take it?” Kieran asked.“Unknown. Piagel’s desperate, but he’s also delusional. He might actually think he can win.” Diego pulled up additional files on his tablet. “The real concern isn’t the trial itself. It’s after. When he’s convicted, his allies might retaliate.”Kieran looked up sharply. “What allies? His company’s bankrupt. His reputation’s destroyed. Who’s left?”.“Desperate people find desperate

The courthouse was a fortress of stone and glass, imposing and cold.Aurora sat in the back of Kieran’s car, Diego driving, watching reporters cluster around the entrance. Cameras. Microphones. Hungry faces waiting for drama.“We’ll use the side entrance,” Diego said. “Security’s already cleared the path.”“I can’t avoid them forever.”“Today you can,” Kieran said firmly. “After testimony, if you want to make a statement, fine. But not before.”They entered through a service corridor, bypassing the media circus. Inside, the courthouse was all marble floors and hushed voices, the architecture designed to intimidate.Patricia Buston—Aurora’s lawyer, sharp in a charcoal suit—met them outside Courtroom 3B. “The prosecution is ready. Defense filed a last-minute motion to suppress some evidence, but the judge denied it. We’re starting on time.”“How do I look?” Aurora asked.“Perfect. Professional, composed, credible.” Patricia squeezed her shoulder. “Remember—you’re not on trial. He is. Ju

The jury deliberated for nine hours.Aurora spent the time in a private room at the courthouse, unable to sit still. She paced. Checked her phone obsessively. Started to text people, then deleted the messages unsent.“They’re taking too long,” she said. “What if they can’t reach a verdict? What if there’s a mistrial?”“They’re being thorough,” Patricia said calmly. She’d seen hundreds of trials, knew the rhythms and patterns. “Nine hours isn’t unusual for a case with multiple charges. They’re probably going through each count carefully, reviewing evidence.”“Or they’re deadlocked.”“Or they’re being careful.” Patricia set down her own phone. “Aurora, the evidence was overwhelming. Multiple witnesses, physical evidence, your testimony. The defense had nothing substantive. This is just the jury doing their job properly.”Kieran sat beside Aurora, letting her pace around him. “Do you want food? Coffee? Anything?”“I want a verdict.”At 4:47 PM, Patricia’s phone buzzed. “They’ve reached

Piagel’s sentencing hearing arrived on a gray Wednesday morning. Aurora almost didn’t go—the fire investigation was consuming most of her time, and part of her wanted to just move on without witnessing this final chapter.But Kieran convinced her. “You need closure. You need to hear the judge say the words. Otherwise, it’ll always feel unfinished.”So they went to the courthouse one final time.The courtroom was less crowded than during the trial—just immediate family, some press, the necessary legal personnel. Piagel sat at the defense table in prison orange, thinner than ever, looking like a shadow of the man Aurora had married.Judge Morrison entered, and they all stood.“Mr. Blythe, you’ve been convicted on four counts—attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon, stalking, and harassment. Before I impose a sentence, do you wish to make a statement?”Piagel stood slowly. For a moment, Aurora thought he might actually apologize. Might show genuine remorse.“Your Honor, I’m not th