All Chapters of My Ex Husband Who Despised Me Before, Now Wants Me Back.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Do not scream,” said Margaret, sinking into the seat. “Please. I am not here to hurt you.”Sarah did not scream. She sat as straight as a rod, her fingers tight around the armrest. Three rows back, she knew, Jackson had already half risen.“Then why are you here?”“Because I have to tell you something, and I cannot do it from a phone.” Margaret’s hands were shaking. She folded them in her lap. “I was paid, Sarah. Five hundred thousand dollars. By Voss.”“I know. Reyes told us.”“Do you know what for?”Sarah said nothing.“To be on this plane.” Margaret gave a thin, shaky laugh. “Hannah told him you would go to Zurich. He wanted someone beside you. Someone he could ask, when you landed, where you were. He said it was the easiest money I would ever earn.”The plane rolled faster. The lights of the runway flickered past the window.“I have a phone in my bag,” Margaret said. “I am supposed to text him the moment we land. She is here. Three words.” She looked at Sarah, and her eyes were w

For one frozen moment, nobody moved.The smoke rolled across the ceiling. The alarm shrieked on and on. Frederick stood in the broken doorway with the short man in the gray uniform at his shoulder, and Sarah, held between two big hands, stared at him as if he were a ghost.“Mr. Williams,” said Voss pleasantly. “You do get about.”“Inspector Weber, Zurich Cantonal Police,” said the short man in a flat, gravelly voice. He held up a badge in a worn leather case. “Mr. Voss. I have a few questions about a kidnapping.”“An unfortunate misunderstanding.”“Then we will clear it up at the station.”Voss looked at the badge. He looked at the smoke. He looked, for a long second, at Sarah, and then he did something that she would remember all her life. He shrugged, very slightly, and gave a small, amused sigh.“Keller,” he said. “The back stair.”Keller shoved Sarah hard against the wall and bolted after him. The second man swung a heavy fist at Weber. The inspector ducked, and the fist smashed i

She did not ask in the hospital. She did not ask that day. She waited until her mother was asleep in a clean white bed, with a nurse in the room and two of Reyes’s officers outside the door. Then she walked down a quiet corridor to the window at the end, where Gideon stood with his cast against the glass, looking out at the rain.“My mother heard something,” she said.He did not turn around. “I thought she might.”“A man said, Mr. Hale will not like this.”“Yes.”“What does it mean, Gideon?”He was silent for a long time. The rain ran down the glass in long gray threads. When he finally spoke, his voice was very tired.“Twelve years ago, my father’s company was going under. Hale International. He had borrowed too much, for a building that never sold. A man came to him with a rescue. A very polite man from Zurich.”Sarah did not breathe.“Three hundred million dollars. Cheap. Easy terms. My father signed. I was twenty-six. I thought we had been saved.” He turned at last. His face was d

On Thursday morning, the plant smelled of floor polish.Every machine had been cleaned. Every floor had been swept. Big Joe stalked up and down the aisles in a clean shirt, barking at anyone who dropped so much as a paper clip. A hundred red balloons hung from the roof beams, because someone in the office had thought it would look cheerful. They looked like an alarm.At ten, a long black car rolled through the gate, and a thousand heads turned.Sarah stepped out in a dark green coat with a hard hat in her hand. Gideon followed her, his cast gone at last, and behind them came Mr. Robertson, two lawyers, and a young woman with a clipboard. The workers lined up along the aisles in their blue coveralls. Somebody began to clap. Then a hundred hands. Then the whole building.Sarah stopped in the doorway. She had not expected it. She did not know where to look.“Good morning,” she said. Her voice carried through the great hall. “I am not here to make a speech. I am here to look at your facto

The hospital had a small garden on its roof.It was a bare, windy place with a few potted trees, a plain stone bench, and a low wall with a view over the valley. The sun was going down. The hills turned gold and then rose, and the first lights came on in the little town below.Gideon stood at the wall with his hands in his pockets. He did not look at her when she came out.“I have been a patient man,” he said. “I think I have been a very patient one.”“Yes.”“I waited when you slapped him. I waited at the lake. I waited in the hospital when you cried for him. I told myself that a woman who has been hurt that badly needs time.” His voice was quiet and even. “And today I stood on a factory floor and watched you run across a hundred feet of concrete, and I thought, I have never once seen you run like that for me.”“Gideon—”“I am not angry. I want you to hear that. I am not angry at you, and I am not angry at him.” He turned at last. His eyes were very tired and very kind. “I am only ask