All Chapters of My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

The words settled over the chamber like dust.She was interrupted.Rebecca looked back at the portrait of her mother.Until now, she had imagined Claire carefully hiding every secret before her death.Now, a different picture formed in her mind.A woman running out of time.A woman who knew someone was coming.A woman forced to trust someone else to finish what she had started."Daniel," Rebecca whispered."He completed it."Gabriel nodded."As much as he could."For several moments, no one spoke.Even Arthur Blackwood remained silent.He had spent thirty years believing Claire Bennett had outwitted him.Now he was learning something worse.She had almost outwitted him.It had been Daniel Cross who completed the deception.Blackwood looked at Gabriel."You knew."Gabriel met his gaze."I suspected.""You never told me.""I stopped working for you long before Daniel trusted me."Blackwood's jaw tightened."You chose them.""I chose my conscience."Morales stepped closer to Blackwood."

No one spoke.The lullaby drifted upward through the stone staircase, soft and wavering, as though it were being carried by the wind.Rebecca's chest tightened.She had never heard the melody before.Yet something about it felt strangely familiar.Not because she remembered it.Because she wanted to.Elias stood motionless.His eyes were fixed on the darkness below."Claire made it up," he said quietly."She said our babies deserved a song that belonged only to them."His voice trembled."I never heard anyone else sing it."The room grew still.Then one thought crossed everyone's mind at once.If the song was playing below them...Who had put it there?Morales broke the silence."Stay together.""No one wanders off."He assigned two officers to remain with Arthur Blackwood.The older man offered no objection.His attention, however, remained fixed on the hidden staircase.Almost as though he knew something he wasn't saying.Gabriel noticed."You've been down there."Blackwood didn't a

For several minutes, no one said a word.The hidden nursery no longer felt like a mystery.It felt like a promise.Claire had built it with hope, not fear. Every detail—the sunlight carried through mirrors, the books on the shelves, the cradle polished by careful hands—spoke of a mother who believed her children deserved warmth, even if the world outside had become dangerous.Rebecca slowly closed the children's book.Daniel's message lingered in her mind.If you're reading this, I'm already gone.She looked around the room."Why would he keep coming back here?"No one answered immediately.Gabriel wandered to the bookshelf.He ran a finger across the dusty spines."There used to be more books."Sarah looked over."You remember them?""I helped carry some of them down here."Rebecca frowned."You said Claire never let you inside.""She didn't."Gabriel smiled faintly."I left the boxes outside the door."He pulled out another storybook.Inside the front cover was Claire's handwriting.