Semua Bab Killed By My Husband But Reborn A Supermodel: Bab 61 - Bab 70

After Alice leaves with Richard's associate, Elara collapses into a chair. The adrenaline that's been keeping her upright drains away all at once."You okay?" Kieran asks. He sits beside her and takes her hand."I'm exhausted," Elara admits. "Playing these roles. Lying to everyone. Keeping all the pieces straight. It's wearing me down.""It's almost over," Kieran reminds her gently. "Three more days.""Three more days," Elara repeats. She looks at Richard. "What about the poison vial? Alice said she still has it hidden in her apartment. We need that for physical evidence."Richard nods. "That's crucial. Alice's testimony is strong, but having the actual murder weapon makes the case undeniable. Where exactly is it?""Behind a loose tile in her bathroom," Elara says. "We already retrieved it once. Kieran has it."Kieran pulls the plastic bag containing the vial from his briefcase. He sets it carefully on the conference table. The small glass container looks innocuous. Hard to believe so

That evening, Elara returns to the penthouse to find Lucas in an unusually good mood. He's in the kitchen opening a bottle of champagne. Two glasses already sit on the counter."What are we celebrating?" Elara asks cautiously."Us," Lucas says. He pops the cork and pours two glasses. "Our future. Our resilience."He hands her a glass. Elara takes it but doesn't drink yet. She's learned to be wary when Lucas is in high spirits."I've been thinking," Lucas says. He leads her to the couch and they sit. "Alice's outburst was devastating. It ruined our wedding. Damaged my reputation. Created chaos.""Yes," Elara agrees carefully."But we can't let her win," Lucas continues. His eyes are bright with determination. "We can't let one unstable woman destroy our happiness. We need to show everyone that we're strong. That our love is real. That nothing can break us."Elara's stomach twists. She knows where this is going."I want to reschedule the wedding," Lucas says. "Not the big elaborate cere

The next morning, Elara wakes to find Lucas already dressed. He's sitting in the chair by the window, watching her. Not reading. Not on his phone. Just watching."Good morning," Elara says. She sits up in bed. "How long have you been awake?""A while," Lucas says. His voice is flat. Empty of emotion.Something is wrong. Elara can feel it in the air. The way Lucas is looking at her. Cold. Calculating. Angry."Is everything okay?" Elara asks carefully."I don't know," Lucas says. "You tell me."He stands and walks to his briefcase. He pulls out a manila folder. He tosses it onto the bed."What's this?" Elara asks."Open it," Lucas says.Elara's hands shake as she opens the folder. Inside are photographs. Dozens of them. Her meeting with Kieran at various locations. Outside Richard's office. At a restaurant. At the Vaughn estate.Her blood runs cold."Where did you get these?" Elara asks."I hired a private investigator," Lucas says. His voice is ice. "I told you I had concerns about you

Elara stands outside Lucas's building with her bag, trying to process what just happened. Her phone rings. Kieran."Where are you?" he asks."Outside Lucas's building," Elara says. Her voice sounds hollow. "He kicked me out.""I'm sending a car," Kieran says. "Don't move. You'll be at my place in fifteen minutes."Elara sits on a bench outside the building. She watches people walk by. Normal people living normal lives. They have no idea that nearby, a woman just lost access to her own son.A black car pulls up. Kieran's driver. Elara gets in. The ride to Kieran's penthouse passes in a blur.Kieran is waiting at his door when she arrives. He takes her bag and pulls her inside."Are you okay?" he asks."No," Elara says honestly. "Lucas ended the engagement. He told me to stay away from him and Ethan.""Ethan is with Julian," Kieran reminds her. "Lucas can't control that.""But he can make Julian refuse me access," Elara says. "He can poison Julian against me. Tell him I'm unstable. That

Two days after Lucas's arrest, Elara receives an urgent call from Richard."We have a problem," Richard says. His voice is tense. "Alice is getting cold feet.""What do you mean?" Elara asks. She's at Kieran's penthouse, drinking morning coffee."She called me an hour ago," Richard explains. "She's panicking about the plea deal. About going to prison. She's talking about recanting her testimony.""She can't," Elara says. Panic rises in her chest. "We need her testimony. Without it, the case is weaker.""I know," Richard says. "That's why I'm calling. She wants to talk to you. She won't talk to me or Kieran. Only you.""Why me?" Elara asks."Because you're the one who promised to help her," Richard says. "You're the one she trusts. Or at least trusts more than the rest of us.""Where is she?" Elara asks."Still at the safe house," Richard says. "Can you go there today?""Yes," Elara agrees. "Text me the address."After hanging up, Elara tells Kieran what's happening."I'll drive you,"