All Chapters of Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The soft thud of the crystal ashtray hitting the plush carpet was deafening, a punctuation mark at the end of a sentence I hadn't yet finished writing. My hand, which had just wielded it like a weapon, hung limply at my side, tingling with the phantom sensation of impact. The scent of ozone and spilled scotch filled the air, acrid and sharp, a battlefield smell.And then, Daniel's voice, small and sharp as a shard of that broken glass, pierced the suffocating silence.“Daddy, you’re bleeding!” His cry was pure, unadulterated terror. He scrambled into Alexander’s arms, his small body a shield of frantic, misguided loyalty. “Did Mommy hurt you? Mommy is bad!”*Mommy is bad.*The words, uttered by the person I loved most in the world, did not feel like a stab wound. They felt like a complete system shutdown. My breath stopped. The frantic rhythm of my heart, which had been pounding against my ribs a moment ago, seemed to simply cease. There was a low roar in my ears, the sound of my own

A layer of fine water droplets condensed on the wall of the champagne glass, reflecting the shimmering phantom in the grand hall. Sophie, that name had been swirling in my mind for several days, and now she stood right before me. The panic on her face was like ripples on water stirred by the wind, fleeting, replaced by a layer of hard and smooth ice.She placed the glass in her hand, crossed her arms, and her fiery red long dress, like a flickering flame, made her stand out distinctly in the crowd."I didn't recognize you." Sophie sneered, the carefully drawn line of her lips curving into a sarcastic arc. "So it's the renowned Walsh lawyer. What, the name of Mrs. Rich isn't enough for you now? You have to go back to your old trade, relying on our 'old cases' to grab attention?"Her voice wasn't loud, but it was as sharp as a needle, and the few guests who looked this way showed expressions of enjoying the show."Miss Sophie is now a rising star heavily backed by Mr. Hayes, so naturall

Anna’s shriek cut through the chaotic symphony of sirens and shouting, a discordant note of pure, theatrical malice. For a split second, I was too stunned to even process the absurdity of her accusation. The acrid smell of smoke filled my lungs, and the flashing red and blue lights painted the scene with a surreal, nightmarish quality. Then, a laugh bubbled up from deep in my chest. It wasn’t a sound of mirth, but of sheer disbelief. A hysteric, ragged burst of air tore from my lungs, so loud and unexpected that even the police officer beside Anna looked at me with confusion. I had been at a film premiere, locked in a verbal and almost physical standoff with Alexander, less than thirty minutes ago. She couldn't possibly know that, which made her lie so breathtakingly stupid, so profoundly arrogant, it was almost sublime. “You saw me?” I pushed myself up from the wet grass, the sharp little stones digging into my bare knees. The pain was a grounding sensation, pulling me back into the

The clinic's heating was on too high. The air was dry. A strong smell of disinfectant filled my nose, mixed with a faint sharp scent drifting in from outdoors. I sat on the hard plastic chair beside the bed. It felt like ages passed before my legs went numb. Daniel stirred and rolled over. His eyelashes fluttered, and his lips moved, as if he was chewing something in his sleep. Soon, he opened his eyes. His eyes were identical to mine. Almond-shaped with dark pupils, resembling smooth glass marbles under warm yellow light. He stared blankly at the ceiling, still half-asleep. His fingers unconsciously clutched the white sheet underneath. "Daniel," I called softly. He turned his head toward me. At first, he blinked in confused daze, his mouth slightly parted. All of a sudden, his body tensed sharply

"I reviewed the acquisition agreement for Sunlit Legal last night—Jenny, a direct confrontation won't work. That nominee agreement was written too neatly; Alexander's lawyers aren't pushovers." Rita's voice came through the receiver."I know." I held the phone between my shoulder and arm, freeing my hand to hail a taxi. "So I'm not planning on a direct confrontation.""What's the meaning?""The money he used to acquire Sunlit Legal went through an offshore company called 'Aegis Holdings.'" I gave them Sunlit Legal's address, and the taxi merged into traffic. The wipers swished the windshield slowly. "I checked; Aegis is registered in the Cayman Islands, and the legal representative is a man named Marcus Winter.""Then what?""Marcus Winter is the Hines family's private accountant."There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.You mean—"The money Alexander used to buy Sunlit Legal may not have been Richie Group's own funds at all. It might have been Hines's money."Ri