Todos os capítulos de My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The old library seemed to grow quieter with every passing second.Dust floated lazily through shafts of late-afternoon sunlight as Lena and Sebestian stood beside the hidden compartment.The photograph remained on the table between them.Four men.Four founders.One erased from history.For years, Hartwell's story had always begun with three names.Nathaniel Hart.Richard Crouch.Victor Sketer.Now that the story had been exposed as a lie.Or at least an incomplete truth.Lena couldn't stop staring at the stranger's face.He looked younger than the others.Perhaps in his early thirties.Confident.Comfortable.Not like an employee standing beside powerful men.Like an equal.Like someone who belonged there."Have you ever seen him before?" she asked quietly.Sebastian shook his head."No."Neither had.And that fact bothered him more than he cared to admit.Because his father had preserved this photograph instead of destroying it.That meant Richard Crouch wanted it found eventually.

The library fell into absolute silence.For a moment, nobody seemed capable of breathing.Detective Morales stood motionless in the doorway while the officer beside him shifted nervously from one foot to the other.Sebastian stared at the detective.Then laughed.Not because anything was funny.Because the alternative was impossible."Elias Mercer?" he said.Morales nodded."That's the name he used."Lena felt her pulse hammering against her ribs.Twenty-seven years.Twenty-seven years of missing records, altered histories, and buried secrets.And now a man carrying that name had appeared in a hospital.Not last year.Not months ago.Three days ago.As if the past had suddenly decided to walk back into their lives."Tell me exactly what happened," Sebastian said.Morales stepped into the room."The hospital contacted Phoenix Police this morning.""Why?""The patient regained consciousness briefly."Lena frowned."Regained consciousness from what?"Morales opened a small notebook."He

Phoenix Memorial Hospital was surrounded by police vehicles.The moment Sebastian pulled into the parking garage, he knew the situation had worsened.Uniformed officers stood at every public entrance.Reporters crowded behind barricades.Camera crews pointed their lenses toward the building like hunters waiting for prey to emerge."Looks like we're late," Lena muttered.Sebastian killed the engine."No."His eyes narrowed."I think we're right on time."The confidence in his voice surprised even him.For the first time since his father's death, the pieces were beginning to form a picture.A dangerous picture.But a picture nonetheless.They entered through a secured side entrance arranged by Detective Morales.Inside, the atmosphere felt tense.Nurses moved quickly.Security officers occupied every major intersection.Something had happened.Lena noticed it too."This isn't just about a patient anymore.""No."Sebastian's expression hardened."It stopped being about a patient the mome

The conference room remained silent long after Detective Morales spoke.Monica Sketer.The name hung over the room like a storm cloud.Lena slowly leaned back in her chair."How recently?"Morales checked the information on his phone."Less than twelve hours ago."A curse slipped from Sarah's lips.Nobody disagreed.Twelve hours wasn't a lead.It was a head start.And Monica had already proven she knew far more than anyone initially believed.Sebastian stared at the address on the old trust documents.His thoughts raced.For days, every clue had pointed backward.Toward old betrayals.Old lies.Old secrets.Now, for the first time, the mystery had a living target.Rebecca Mercer.A woman connected somehow to Elias.A woman, Monica, was desperate to find.A woman Elias had identified as Sebastian's sister.The thought still felt absurd.Yet the evidence was piling up faster than he could dismiss it."Can we track Monica?" he asked.Morales shook his head."Her phone is off.""Credit ca

Nobody spoke.For several long seconds, the only sound in the room came from the humming air conditioner and the distant traffic outside the office windows.The birth certificate remained on Sarah's monitor.Unmoving.Unchanging.Impossible.Lena stared at it.Then looked at Sebastian.Then back at the screen again.The names hadn't changed.They still sat there side by side.Rebecca Mercer.Sebastian Crouch.The same mother.Different fathers.Or perhaps not.At this point, nobody knew what to believe anymore.Sarah slowly lowered herself into her chair."Please tell me somebody has an explanation."No one answered.Because no one did.Sebastian walked toward the monitor.His pulse pounded heavily in his ears.For years, he had known exactly who he was.Richard Crouch's son.A Crouch.Part of one of Arizona's most influential families.Now every certainty seemed to be crumbling."Could it be fake?" Lena asked quietly.Harrison immediately leaned closer."Possibly."The room brightene