All Chapters of My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sebastian stared at the dark phone screen.The call had lasted less than a minute.Yet it changed everything.Again.Nathaniel Hart.For weeks, his name had hovered around the edges of every discovery.Sometimes as a suspect.Sometimes as a protector.Sometimes as a victim of circumstances.Now Monica was suggesting something far worse.That Nathaniel hadn't merely participated.That he had orchestrated it all.Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed.Unable to move.Unable to think clearly.Outside his window, Tucson slept peacefully.Inside, his entire understanding of the past continued to collapse.At six in the morning, nobody needed an alarm.The group gathered in a private conference room near the hotel lobby.Coffee sat untouched.The atmosphere was too tense for anyone to care about caffeine.Morales was the first to speak."The break-in happened at approximately 1:15 a.m."Sarah immediately looked up."The bank?"He nodded."Security alarms were triggered.""Was anything taken?

For several seconds, nobody spoke.The words hung heavily in the air.Someone had accessed their birth records.In person.Not from another city.Not through a lawyer.Not through a private investigator.In person.In Tucson.Close enough to touch the truth.Close enough to touch them.Rebecca felt a chill creep up her spine."Who was it?"Detective Morales shook his head."We don't know yet."That answer satisfied no one.Sarah was already standing."We need surveillance footage."Morales nodded."I've requested it."The detective's expression suggested he expected bad news.At this point, everyone did.An hour later, they were gathered inside the county records office.The building was older than most government facilities.Quiet.Almost forgotten.The kind of place where decades-old secrets could sleep undisturbed.Until someone woke them.A nervous supervisor escorted them into a small security room."We've already reviewed part of the footage."Morales folded his arms."And?"The

The photograph lay on the conference table.No one reached for it.No one had to.Every pair of eyes remained fixed on the woman's face.She looked to be in her late fifties.Her dark hair was streaked with silver.Fine lines framed her eyes.But there was no mistaking the resemblance.She had Claire's smile.Claire's eyes.Claire's unmistakable features.Rebecca felt as though she were looking at an older version of the mother she had never known."You're certain?" she asked quietly.Elias didn't answer immediately.He picked up the photograph with trembling hands.Studied it.Turned it over.Then looked at it again.Finally, he nodded."I'd know her anywhere."His voice was barely above a whisper."That's Emmy."Sarah broke the silence."But you said she disappeared.""I believed she did.""So did everyone else."Elias lowered himself into a chair."When Claire died, Emmy vanished.""We searched for months.""The police searched.""Private investigators searched.""Nothing.""It was

Nobody spoke.The photograph lay in the center of the table, drawing every eye toward it.Claire stood in the foreground, one hand resting protectively on her swollen stomach. Elias stood beside her, smiling at the camera.Behind them was Daniel Cross.And in Daniel's arms...A baby.Sebastian leaned closer until his face was only inches from the picture."There has to be an explanation.""There is," Harrison replied."We just don't know what it is yet."Sarah carefully picked up the photograph by its edges.The print had faded with age, but the infant's face was surprisingly clear.Dark hair.Round cheeks.Wrapped in a white blanket.No more than three or four months old.Rebecca folded her arms tightly across her chest."If the date on that calendar is correct, my mother was still pregnant."Sarah nodded."About a month from delivery.""Then that baby can't be one of us.""No."The answer came from Elias.Firmly."It isn't."Everyone turned toward him."You know whose child that is?

No one spoke.The storage unit, moments earlier filled with the rustle of old files, fell completely silent.Sebastian stared at Richard's letter.His hands refused to steady.He read the last sentence again.I was entrusted to him.Not adopted.Entrusted.The distinction seemed small.It wasn't.It changed everything.Rebecca watched him carefully."What does the rest say?"Sebastian took a slow breath and continued reading.Richard's handwriting was neat, but the ink had faded with time.There will come a day when you question your name. When that day comes, remember this above everything else: I never considered you anything less than my son.Sebastian closed his eyes.A lump formed in his throat.He remembered Richard teaching him to throw a baseball.Helping him with homework.Standing proudly at his graduation.Every birthday.Every Christmas morning.Every scraped knee.Every hard lesson.Richard had never once treated him as anything other than his child.The letter simply con