All Chapters of My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The drive to the cemetery was almost silent.No one wanted to say what they were all thinking.If the caretaker was right...Then someone who looked remarkably like Rebecca had been standing beside Emmy Bennett.Less than twenty-four hours ago.Rebecca sat in the front passenger seat, staring through the windshield."What if he was mistaken?"Nobody answered.It was possible.People misremembered faces.Especially after brief encounters.But after everything they had uncovered over the past few weeks, coincidence no longer felt like a safe explanation.Morales parked near the cemetery gates."We'll find out."The cemetery was quiet.A warm breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass through the rows of weathered headstones.Near the entrance, an elderly caretaker was trimming roses.He looked up as the group approached."You must be the detective."Morales nodded."I'm Detective Morales."The caretaker wiped his hands on his trousers."I've been expecting you."He noticed Rebecca im

Long before dawn, nobody was asleep.The hotel lobby was quiet except for the occasional crackle of police radios.Detective Morales stood over a map spread across a coffee table.Sabino Canyon.Two entrances.Several hiking trails.More than enough places for an ambush."We treat this like a protective operation," he said."Not a raid."Sebastian nodded."If the letter is genuine, the writer came to us voluntarily.""And if it isn't?" Harrison asked.Morales looked up."Then someone wants all of us in one place."The possibility hung heavily over the room.Lena zipped up a light jacket."So we prepare for both."The convoy left Tucson while the streets were still dark.As the first hints of daylight touched the mountains, the desert began to wake.Saguaros cast long shadows across the sand.Jackrabbits darted between shrubs.The silence outside the vehicles contrasted sharply with the tension inside them.Rebecca sat beside Elias.Neither had spoken since leaving the hotel.Finally,

The first shot stunned everyone.The second erased any doubt.By the third, Detective Morales was already moving."Down!" he shouted.Rebecca instinctively pulled Ava behind the low stone wall bordering the parking area. Sebastian grabbed Elias by the arm and guided him behind a parked truck.The peaceful morning dissolved into chaos.Visitors screamed.A cyclist abandoned his bicycle and dove behind a picnic table.Two hikers sprinted toward the visitor center.Morales spoke into his radio."Active shooter. Sabino Canyon Visitor Center. Secure the area. Medical units on standby."His voice remained steady.Years of experience had taken over.Another shot rang out.This one shattered the windshield of an empty patrol car.Glass exploded across the pavement."They're firing to scare us," Harrison said, crouching behind the vehicle.Morales shook his head."No.""They're walking the shots."Harrison frowned."What?""They're adjusting their aim."His expression hardened."The next one w

No one moved.The basement seemed to hold its breath.Rebecca tightened her grip on Daniel Cross's letter. Beside her, Ava instinctively stepped closer to Sebastian.The darkness concealed everything beyond the reach of their extinguished flashlights.Only the voice remained.Calm.Patient.Almost conversational."You don't have to hide."Detective Morales raised one hand, signaling everyone to stay silent.Then he called into the darkness."Police.""If you're armed, identify yourself."A soft chuckle echoed through the corridor."I've never liked guns."The footsteps resumed.Slow.Deliberate.Closer.A figure finally emerged into the faint light filtering down the stairwell.He was tall and lean, dressed in a charcoal-gray suit despite the underground dust.His silver hair was neatly combed.He carried no weapon.At least none that anyone could see.He stopped several feet away and looked around the room.His eyes settled first on Ava.Then Rebecca.Finally, Sebastian.He smiled."

Arthur Blackwood's smile was one of quiet satisfaction.Not triumph.Calculation.He looked at Sarah, then at the blueprint tucked beneath her arm."I've spent three decades chasing pieces of Claire Bennett's work," he said. "Imagine my relief when you brought the last piece directly to me."Sarah instinctively tightened her grip on the rolled papers."You'll never get it."Blackwood laughed softly."My dear, I don't need to."He glanced at the six men behind him."I simply need you to hand it over."Detective Morales stepped forward."That isn't happening."The armed men raised their rifles—not fully, just enough to make their intentions clear.The chamber fell silent.Elias looked around the circular room.His grandfather had designed the ventilation chamber to survive earthquakes. Thick stone walls surrounded them. Massive iron gears occupied the center.Then he noticed something.One of the gears was turning.Very slowly.He frowned."That's impossible."Sebastian followed his gaz