บททั้งหมดของ Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

SARAH’S POVThe room went entirely, suffocatingly still.I might have been out for three weeks, but my memory hadn’t been erased. My body was weak, my muscles felt like they had been hollowed out and filled with lead, but my mind was firing with a sudden, vicious clarity. I hadn't forgotten that horrific night on the highway. I hadn't forgotten the blinding high beams, the terrifying, metallic crunch as my car stumbled, or the way the world spun violently out of control before everything went black. And most of all, I hadn't forgotten that Dex had been the one driving.Rosa and Mae had been sitting by my bedside for hours, ever since I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly careful they were being with their words. Every sentence out of their mouths felt rehearsed, polished, and deliberately light. No one had mentioned a single detail about how things were running at the estate. They were treating me like a fragile glass sculpture that would shatter if they spoke t

"Exactly," Tyler murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, calculating tone. "It was a hit, Sarah. Plain and simple. They wanted your head, you stubborn woman. But as for a direct lead on the shooter... the police are hitting a brick wall. The rain that night washed away any tire tracks or footprints near the embankment before the forensic team could even set up their tents. The ballistics unit recovered the bullet from Dex’s shoulder, but it’s a standard, untraceable caliber. They told me flat out that they can’t make any real progress because only one person can give them the information they actually need." I frowned, turning my chair slightly to look up at him. "What do you mean?" "They need you, Sarah," Tyler explained, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intense seriousness. "Only you can tell them exactly what’s been happening in your life over the last few months. Only you know the specific names, the corporate threats, and the people who would benefit from you sudden

Detective Steven hesitated, his pencil hovering over the open file as he looked up at me, his brow furrowing as he realized he had just walked face-first into a massive communication minefield. He looked back at Sarah, clearly wondering if he should proceed with the briefing or let me manage the fallout. I let out a long, ragged breath, rubbing my palm across my face as the exhausting weight of the world settled back onto my shoulders. There was no hiding it now. The truth was out, and trying to lie to her in this room would only destroy the fragile trust we had left. "There was an incident, Sarah," I said softly, my voice tight as I stepped around the side of her chair so she could see my face. "There was a major fire outbreak at the main storage warehouse down in the logistics sector. It happened recently. The state fire marshals and the arson squads are still actively investigating the perimeter, but... it’s nothing you should be worrying about today. We have people handling the

SARAH’S POV “Nor… Norman?” The name left my throat as a breathless, fractured whisper, the syllables tasting like ash. My heart violently slammed against my ribs, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of my neck. “What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here.”I took an involuntary step backward, my boots slipping slightly on the damp gravel path. Instantly, Tyler shifted his weight, his entire frame locking into a rigid, defensive posture right beside me. He didn't hesitate, he angled his body to place himself directly between me and the man who had haunted our family's footsteps for months, ready to shield me from whatever twisted, predatory agenda had brought Norman to this cemetery.Norman just stood there, looking at the two of us with an expression of quiet amusement. He tilted his head, a slow, condescending smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, as if our absolute terror was the funniest thing he had witnessed all week. He slowly brought his hands out of hi

Slowly, deliberately, I set my teacup down on the small wooden side table. The ceramic made a sharp, clean clink against the varnished surface, an echoing punctuation mark that seemed to snap the room back into a tense focus.I forced myself to stand.My knees wobbled violently, Tyler instinctively reached out, his hand hovering an inch from my elbow to steady me, but I didn't take it. I couldn't. I needed Norman to see me standing on my own two feet. I needed every single person in this room to understand that while Dexter Vance had fallen, the woman he had died protecting was very much alive, and she was not bowing her head to anyone.I took a slow, deliberate breath, the cool, damp air of the living room filling my lungs as I stepped around the chair, moving into the narrow space between the sofa and the fireplace, directly facing the circle."Dexter was exactly the man Norman described," I began, my voice sounding small at first, carrying a raspy, unpolished edge that I hated, but