บททั้งหมดของ Divorced while carrying his secret : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The next morning, Lucian didn’t go home.He went to the office.Elena watched him dress in silence. The sharp suit. The precise cufflinks. The controlled expression.Armor.“You don’t have to go alone,” she said quietly.He looked at her in the mirror.“This isn’t your battlefield.”She gave a small, humorless smile. “It became mine the day I married you.”Something flickered in his eyes — guilt, maybe.“I’ll handle it,” he said.Elena didn’t argue.But as he walked out, she felt the weight of uncertainty settle in her chest.The Moretti Holdings boardroom was glass and steel — modern, intimidating, designed to remind anyone who sat inside it that power was fragile.Eight board members.One empty chair at the head of the table.Lucian walked in precisely at nine.Vittorio was already seated.Of course he was.“Let’s begin,” Vittorio said smoothly.Lucian remained standing.“You called this meeting,” he replied. “State the issue.”A senior board member cleared his throat.“There are

Lucian did not sleep.He stood in the estate’s surveillance room at three in the morning, watching the footage from the night before on repeat.Seven minutes.The system cut precisely at 8:42 PM.Restored at 8:49 PM.No glitch. No delay.A controlled override.The head of security shifted uncomfortably behind him.“Sir, only three people have authorization for that level of access.”Lucian didn’t turn.“List them.”“You. Mr. Vittorio. And—” he hesitated slightly, “—Chief Operations Officer, Adrian Vale.”Lucian finally looked over his shoulder.Adrian Vale.His right hand for five years.The man who had helped him restructure half the company.The man who had stood beside him during the divorce proceedings.“No,” Lucian said flatly.But doubt had already entered.Across town, Adrian Vale adjusted his cufflinks calmly as he stepped into his private office.Floor-to-ceiling windows. Clean desk. Perfect order.He checked his phone.A message delivered.No reply yet.He smiled faintly.

By the time Lucian arrived at headquarters, regulators had already sealed off the executive floor.Employees whispered in clusters. Phones recorded. News alerts spread like wildfire.Moretti Holdings was under investigation.And the timing was not coincidence.Lucian stepped out of the elevator to find two federal investigators waiting outside his office.“Mr. Moretti,” one of them said evenly. “We have a warrant to examine financial records connected to offshore accounts.”Lucian’s expression remained calm.“Of course,” he replied. “You’ll have full access.”He didn’t resist.Didn’t argue.Because resistance would look like guilt.And this—this was a setup.Inside his office, glass walls offered a clear view of the chaos beyond. Lucian loosened his tie slightly, eyes scanning the floor below.Regulators weren’t here for a fishing expedition.They were directed.Precise.He pulled out his phone and called the head of internal audit.“Tell me exactly what accounts they’re targeting.

Selene.The name glowed on Rowan’s phone like a silent accusation.The ringing sound filled the car, sharp and relentless, cutting through the fragile space between Rowan and Amara.Amara didn’t speak.She didn’t need to.Everything she felt — the hurt, the suspicion, the quiet devastation — lingered in the way her fingers tightened around her handbag, in the way her gaze remained fixed on that screen.Rowan didn’t reach for the phone.Not immediately.And that hesitation said more than any explanation ever could.“Answer it,” Amara whispered.Rowan swallowed.The phone continued vibrating.“Answer it,” Amara repeated, firmer this time.Slowly, Rowan picked up the phone.But instead of accepting the call, he muted it.Amara’s chest constricted.“You’re not even going to talk to her?”Rowan turned toward her, tension etched into every line of his face. “Not with you here.”The words landed wrong.Amara laughed softly, shaking her head. “Of course.”“That’s not what I meant.”“But it’

Amara couldn’t breathe.Selene’s smile lingered in the darkness like a quiet promise — one that carried no warmth, no kindness, only certainty.It was the smile of someone who knew exactly what she was doing.And exactly who she was hurting.Amara’s fingers curled around the door handle before she realized what she was doing.Stay inside.Rowan’s words echoed in her head.But staying inside meant watching.Waiting.Feeling powerless.And Amara had spent too much of her life feeling powerless.Outside, Rowan stopped a few steps away from the men.Selene walked past them without hesitation, her heels clicking softly against the concrete, the sound somehow louder than the tension thickening the air.She stopped in front of Rowan.“You shouldn’t have run,” Selene said calmly.Rowan’s expression remained unreadable. “You shouldn’t be here.”Selene tilted her head slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes. “But I am.”Amara pressed closer to the window, her heartbeat drumming in her ears.S