Alle Kapitel von He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

Ethan’s POVI have been staring at the same document for ten minutes the names are familiar they have been familiar for days. I already knew about the crash, tthe couple and the infant who was listed as deceased with no body recovered at the time, it was just another suspicious detail tied to the Millers. Another loose thread. Another thing that didn’t sit right but tonight, it stops being background noise.Tonight, it becomes Lena. I lean back in my chair and rub my face hard the file on my screen hasn’t changed the facts are the same ones I have been looking at.Coastal highway, late night, brake failure and car fire. Two adults pronounced dead at the scene infant presumed dead but no remains found.Samuel Miller — brother of the deceased husband.Inheritance transferred within months guardianship sealed.I knew all of that what I didn’t know, what I didn’t see was the birth record attached to that infant.I click the document again. Full name listed at birth.The last name hits fir

Lena’s POVThe pain doesn’t stop it comes in waves, stronger each time like my body is trying to pull itself inside out. The hospital room feels too bright, too loud and too full of people talking over each other. Nurses move quickly around the bed, checking machines, speaking in calm voices that feel far away from the storm happening inside me.I grip the sheet beneath my hands and breathe the way they keep telling me to breathe.“In through your nose, out through your mouth,” one of the nurses says gently.I try but another contraction crashes through me and the breath turns into a cry.Ethan’s hand tightens around mine immediately. “I’m right here,” he says leaning closer so I can see his face through the haze of pain. “You are doing incredible.”“Incredible?” I gasp. “I feel like I’m dying.”Another contraction rises, slow and cruel. I squeeze Ethan’s hand so hard I hear him grunt, but he doesn’t pull away.“Sorry,” I breathe.“Don’t apologize,” he replies softly. “Break my finger

Maya’s POVPrison has its own rules only diffrence is no one writes them down but everyone understands them quickly enough. Who you speak to, who you don’t when to keep your head down and when to show teeth.I learned fast you don’t survive in here by pretending you are innocent you survive by making sure people think you are dangerous enough to leave alone and most days that works but today someone decides to test it.It starts with whispers when I walk into the cafeteria that morning three women at the corner table stop talking the moment I pass one of them laughs too loudly and onother mutters something under her breath.I ignore it because prison is full of noise and most of it means nothing I take my tray and sit where I always sit against the wall where I can see the whole room ten minutes later one of them walks past my table and bumps my shoulder hard enough to spill my drink.“Watch it,” she says.I look up slowly she is taller than me and heavier too. Tattoos creeping up her

Ryan’s POVI don’t normally check social media not because I’m above it but because most of what people post is useless. Vacation photos, fake happiness and bragging about things no one actually cares about but tonight I make the mistake of scrolling and that’s when I see it.The photo isn’t even posted by Ethan it’s one of the town accounts from Achwick. Some local page celebrating “new beginnings” or whatever sentimental nonsense they like to post now that Ethan is pouring money into their little fishing village.The caption says something about community and hope I barely notice it because the photo underneath it stops my breathing Ethan is standing outside the café holding a baby and Lena is next to him the baby is wrapped in a light blue blanket small enough to fit in the crook of Ethan’s arm. Lena is looking down at the child brushing a finger across his cheek and Ethan… Ethan is smiling.Not the polished smile he uses for cameras and not the confident one he uses in business me

Lena’s POVMotherhood is strange one moment I’m staring at Eli’s tiny fingers wrapped around mine wondering how someone so small can change everything, and the next moment I’m standing in the kitchen half asleep trying to remember if I already made coffee or just thought about making coffee.Right now it is the second one the house is quiet for once Eli finally fell asleep after an hour of deciding he hated the idea of naps. Ethan took over rocking him and refused to let me get up again until I sat down.“You just gave birth,” he told me earlier. “Sit.”So I did but now the quiet feels strange too quiet Ethan took Eli upstairs about ten minutes ago, saying he would try to get him settled in the bassinet. I’m standing at the kitchen counter pouring coffee when the front door opens.I don’t even have to look to know who it is Rosabell Miller walks in like she belongs here everything about her looks effortless. “Good morning,” she says brightly.I take a sip of coffee and lean against th