All Chapters of My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The rain had started again by the time Lena reached the parking garage.Not heavy.Just cold enough to cling to the air and settle against skin like memory.She spotted Sebastian immediately.He stood near the far end of the structure beside his car, jacket abandoned on the hood, one hand braced against the roof as he stared into nothing.For the first time since she had known him—he looked lost.Not angry.Not controlled.Not carefully composed.Just lost.Lena slowed as she approached.Part of her wanted to give him space.Another part knew space was exactly what had destroyed them before.So this time—she stopped running from difficult moments.“Sebastian.”He didn’t turn immediately.When he finally did, the expression in his eyes hit her harder than she expected.Not rage.That would’ve been easier.It was hurt.Deep. Quiet. Human hurt.“I almost wish he’d lied,” he admitted softly.Lena moved closer.Rain tapped softly against the concrete around them.“You don’t know if it’s

Nobody moved.Harrison still held the document in both hands, but the tension in the room had already shifted toward Sebastian.Because they all knew.Even before the paper reached the table.Sebastian’s expression became frighteningly still.“What birth certificate?” he asked quietly.Harrison hesitated.And that hesitation alone confirmed everything.Lena stepped forward first.“Give it to me.”He handed her the document carefully, as though it might explode.For one terrible second, Lena considered not looking.Then she saw the names.Her pulse stopped.Mother: Eleanor Crouch.Child: Sebestian Elias Crouch.Father—The line beneath it had been altered.Not blank.Altered.A second name had been typed over the original record years ago, but the older imprint beneath it remained faintly visible.Lena stared at it.Then slowly looked up.“No.”Sebastian’s voice sharpened immediately.“What?”She didn’t answer.Couldn’t.Because the faded imprint beneath the official name was still bar

The drive to the Crouch estate passed in near silence.Rain blurred against the windows in restless streaks while Tucson’s lights stretched and bent across the wet roads. Lena sat beside Sebastian in the back of the car, watching him carefully without making it obvious.He hadn’t spoken in almost twenty minutes.Not after Adrian’s final revelation.The missing records had changed everything.Because now there were only two possibilities left:Someone had taken the documents after Sebastian’s father died—or his father had removed them before he died.Neither possibility felt safe.Sebestian stared ahead, jaw locked tightly enough to hurt.Lena finally broke the silence.“What was your relationship with him recently?”His eyes didn’t leave the road ahead.“Complicated.”“That’s not an answer.”A humorless smile flickered briefly.“It’s the only honest one.”She waited.Eventually he exhaled slowly.“We barely spoke after the divorce.”Lena looked toward him carefully.“Because of me?”

The storm lingered over Tucson long after midnight.Wind rattled against the tall windows of the Crouch estate while shadows danced across the walls of the sitting room.Nobody seemed eager to sleep.Too much had happened.Too many foundations had cracked.Lena stood near the fireplace, staring into the flames without really seeing them.Across the room, Sebastian sat in his father's study, surrounded by decades of books, photographs, and secrets.The irony wasn't lost on him.His father had spent a lifetime guarding information.And now information was all that remained.The study smelled faintly of old leather and cigar smoke.Detective Morales had allowed him a brief visit before the room was formally sealed.Just enough time to collect personal items.Just enough time to say goodbye.Or at least try.Sebastian opened a drawer in the massive mahogany desk.Most of the content was predictable.Pens.Contracts.Personal correspondence.Then he noticed something unusual.A loose panel

By late afternoon, the storm had finally moved east.Sunlight returned to Tucson in pale golden streaks, casting long shadows across the sprawling Crouch estate.Yet inside the house, darkness lingered.Not physical darkness.The kind that settled in people's minds after too many secrets surfaced too quickly.The estate had become a maze of investigators, attorneys, and whispered conversations.Police officers moved through hallways.Forensic teams entered and exited rooms carrying evidence bags.Telephones rang constantly.Every hour brought another question.Another revelation.Another reason to distrust the past.Lena had reached her limit.She needed space.Needed silence.Needed a room where nobody was discussing trust funds, murder investigations, or altered birth certificates.That was how she found herself wandering through the older section of the estate.This wing had always felt forgotten.Even during her marriage to Sebastian, few people came here.The carpets were older.