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Chapter 121: One Last Visit

*Alex's POV* I told myself the air inside my apartment had become suffocating, that I needed a walk, and that the noise of the city might quiet the relentless thoughts that refused to leave me alone. Somehow, despite every excuse I made, my feet carried me to the glass-fronted building where Bella worked. I stood across the street, my coat buttoned tighter than necessary, my hands buried deep inside my pockets as though I could keep myself from falling apart if I held on hard enough. Around me, the city moved with its usual urgency. People hurried past with coffee cups in hand, taxis rolled through the afternoon traffic, conversations drifted across the pavement, and life continued as though nothing in the world had changed. London was waiting for me. My flight was booked. My suitcase sat half-packed in the hotel room, waiting for a man who no longer knew whether he was leaving to start over or simply running out of places to hide. I had no business standing here. Bella wasn't

Chapter 122: He's a Monster

*Bella's POV* Clara sat across from me at my small kitchen table, her fingers wrapped around a mug that had long since gone cold, her eyes fixed on the thin crack running through the ceramic. The house had settled into that delicate silence that only comes late in the evening, when the children are finally asleep, the lights have been dimmed, and the day has quietly surrendered to the night. "He came to my office," I said again, my voice softer this time, as though repeating it might somehow make it easier to understand. "He told me his marriage is falling apart and that he's losing everything." Clara's jaw tightened before she caught herself. "And?" she asked quietly. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest. It wasn't a defensive gesture anymore. It had become second nature over the years, the posture of a lawyer who had learned to protect herself so well that sometimes she forgot she was still wearing the armour. "And he asked for my help." Clara slowly l

Chapter 123: She Won't Help You

*Alex's POV*I packed in silence.It wasn't the efficient silence people associated with me, the one where expensive suits disappeared neatly into garment bags, and every decision came without hesitation. This silence moved differently; it lingered. I folded a shirt, unfolded it, then folded it again because somehow none of the creases looked right. I placed my passport on the bed, carried it to the desk, stared at it for a while, then walked it back to the bed as though it belonged there after all.Outside my hotel window, New York shimmered beneath the night sky, alive with headlights, distant sirens, and buildings that refused to sleep. The city carried on without the slightest concern that every breath I drew scraped against something bruised inside my chest.I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed and rubbed my palms together.No matter how hard I tried to focus on leaving, Bella's face kept finding me.It wasn't the distance in her eyes that haunted me. I had earned that dist

Chapter 124: Mom is Sick

*Bella's POV*I was halfway through explaining the contradiction in the witness timeline when my phone began to vibrate against the conference table.I ignored it.The interns were following every word, their notebooks open, pens moving quickly as they tried to keep up with the discussion. This was one of those moments that mattered. Courtrooms weren't won by dramatic speeches; they were won by noticing the tiny fractures hidden inside a story before the other side found them first."...which means opposing counsel is going to lean heavily on credibility," I said as I paced slowly along the head of the conference table. The steady click of my heels echoed softly across the polished floor. "Facts matter, but they rarely stand on their own. The jury decides whether to believe a witness long before every piece of evidence is laid out. Perception shapes truth just as much as testimony does."Every face in the room stayed fixed on me.Maya sat nearest the whiteboard, her pen suspended ab

Chapter 125: Waiting

*Bella's POV* I made it through the rest of the session by leaning on instinct more than concentration. The words came because they had always come there. I answered questions, challenged weak arguments, corrected flawed assumptions, and reminded the interns that the strongest cases were rarely built on dramatic revelations. They were built on patience, preparation, and the willingness to notice what everyone else overlooked. Somewhere in the middle of it, I even caught myself smiling when Leo finally untangled the contradiction I had been guiding them toward for the last twenty minutes. They smiled back, but none of them knew I was counting the seconds until I could be alone. When the session finally ended, chairs scraped softly across the floor as everyone gathered their files. The usual chatter was quieter than normal. Nobody rushed for the door. "Ms Hart," Leo said, lingering beside the conference table, "we'll take care of the filings this afternoon." I looked at him for

Chapter 126: Tomorrow Evening

*Bella's POV*I woke long before my alarm had a chance to ring.Sleep had come in restless waves, carrying me from one uneasy dream into another until I finally surrendered to the darkness thinning beyond my bedroom window. When I opened my eyes, the familiar ache was already there, pressing against my ribs with patient persistence. It settled inside me like an unwelcome guest, refusing to leave no matter how slowly I breathed.For several minutes I stayed where I was, staring at the ceiling while the house slowly woke around me.A floorboard creaked somewhere down the hallway, followed by the faint rustle of sheets. One of the children had turned over in their sleep. Pipes hummed softly inside the walls, and a bird landed on the windowsill before fluttering away again.Life was carrying on exactly as it always had.I pushed the blanket aside and sat up carefully, rubbing both hands over my face before swinging my feet onto the floor. The room felt unusually quiet, although perhaps

Chapter 127: Come Home

*Bella's POV* The rest of the afternoon disappeared beneath ordinary tasks that suddenly felt precious. I answered emails that no longer seemed important, reviewed a contract without absorbing a single sentence, and called my assistant to rearrange every meeting on my calendar. She protested at first, insisting that several clients would wait for me, but the moment I mentioned my mother, her voice softened. "Take all the time you need, Ms. Hart." I thanked her before ending the call. For several seconds, I sat staring at the blank screen of my phone. It was strange how quickly life could divide itself into before and after. Yesterday morning I had been teaching interns how to dismantle a witness's testimony. Today I was measuring time by hospital updates and airline schedules. The weight of it followed me into the kitchen. Cooking had always quietened my thoughts. It demanded enough attention to prevent panic from taking root, so I reached for vegetables, herbs, and spi

Chapter 128: Airport

*Bella's POV*Morning came slowly; I didn't even sleep. I got dressed, and Daniel was already waiting outside. I kissed the children goodbye one after the other before they headed to school. The drive to the airport passed in a silence that never felt empty. It settled around the three of us with the quiet weight of people who cared too much to fill every moment with words that could never be enough. I watched the city blur beyond the passenger window, my fingers tucked inside the sleeves of my coat because the warmth of the fabric gave me something tangible to hold onto. Every traffic light seemed to last longer than it should, and every mile carried me farther away from my children while bringing me closer to a mother lying in a hospital bed on the other side of the Atlantic. When Daniel eased the car onto the airport access road, something inside my chest tightened until breathing demanded conscious effort. The terminal came into view through the windshield, its towering glas

Chapter 129: Departure

*Bella's POV* The automatic doors parted with a whisper, and a wave of warm air wrapped around me. The familiar scent of roasted coffee drifted from somewhere beyond the security barriers, mixing with the sharp smell of polished floors and jet fuel that always seemed to linger inside airports. Announcements echoed overhead in measured voices while travelers moved around us at the determined pace of people whose lives rang according to schedules that had nothing to do with mine. I tightened my grip on the handle of my suitcase. For all the years I had spent standing in crowded courtrooms without my pulse betraying me, an airport suddenly made me feel impossibly small. Daniel stayed beside me without saying anything. He never rushed to fill silence simply because it existed, and I had come to appreciate that about him. Sometimes company was measured by presence rather than conversation. We walked toward the international check-in counters until the queue came into view. I stopped

Chapter 130: I Missed You

*Bella's POV* London welcomed me with the same quiet indifference it had always possessed. The aircraft door opened, and a rush of cool air slipped beneath my coat, settling against my skin with a familiarity I hadn't expected. The temperature wasn't dramatically different from New York, yet something about it carried memories that no other city could imitate. It smelled faintly of rain, damp pavement, and mornings that had once belonged to another version of my life. I stepped off the plane with careful, measured movements, my shoes touching British soil for the first time in five years. The realization settled over me far more heavily than I had prepared for. People streamed around me without hesitation, eager to reach immigration, reunite with loved ones, or continue to wherever life was taking them next. Their conversations blended into a chorus of familiar London accents, rolling suitcases rattled across the polished floor, and somewhere behind me a little boy laughed so fre

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