Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is a Brilliant Lawyer: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

*Alex's POV*The courtroom had been in session for less than twenty minutes when I realized I had underestimated Bella.That thought irritated me immediately. I had known her before most people in this room knew her name. I remembered the woman who could tear apart a contract clause at two in the morning and still catch an error everyone else missed. I knew how sharp her mind was.What I had not known was what five years had done to that sharpness.Bella stood at the counsel table with one hand resting lightly against a file, her shoulders straight, her expression composed. She had already dismantled two of Evelyn's solicitor's arguments without raising her voice.Across the aisle, Evelyn sat beside her legal team in a cream suit that probably cost more than most people made in a month. She had entered the courtroom with the confidence of someone who believed the outcome had already been decided.That confidence was fading.Her eyes had moved from Bella to me at least six times sinc

*Bella's POV*By the time we stepped out of the courtroom, exhaustion had settled into my bones so completely that even the weight of my handbag felt unreasonable.Chloe walked beside me, still scrolling through notes on her tablet while I loosened the button of my blazer and tried to remember the last time I had eaten anything that did not come out of a hospital vending machine.“I need two hours of sleep,” I said, “and something Italian.”Chloe glanced at me. “That is the most specific cry for help I have heard all week.”“I am serious.”“So am I.”She tucked the tablet beneath her arm. “You can have both.”“In that order.”“Absolutely not.”I looked at her. “Why?”“Because if you go to sleep now on an empty stomach, you will wake up four hours later with a headache and claim you are perfectly fine.”“I might actually be perfectly fine.”“You have never been less convincing.”A laugh escaped me. “I want pasta.”“Good.”“With too much cheese.”“Even better.”“And garlic bread.”Chloe

*Bella’s POV* I slept badly and woke with Daniel’s question still lodged in my mind. How long do you think that can stay true? I had no answer for him the night before, and daylight did not improve my chances of finding one. Chloe was already at the small desk in my hotel room when I came out of the bathroom, laptop open, three files spread beside her, and a cup of coffee positioned exactly where I would reach for it. “You look terrible,” she said. “Good morning to you too.” “I considered lying, but you pay me for accuracy.” “I pay you to assist me.” “Accuracy is included.” I took the coffee. “What do we have?" Her expression changed immediately. “Evelyn’s legal team sent amended disclosure at six twelve this morning. They added two accounts and a consultancy agreement.” “Convenient.” “Very.” “Anything useful?” “One of the accounts received transfers from the company's subsidiary over eighteen months.” I stopped halfway to the chair. “How much?” “Just under two millio

*Alex’s POV* Bella called me at seven fourteen the next morning. I knew the exact time because I had been awake since four, reading through old company emails and wondering how many years of my life had been built on information other people had chosen for me. “Where is Harding?” she asked without greeting. “At the office, I assume.” “Do not call him.” I sat upright. “Why?” “Can you get to your office within thirty minutes?” “Yes.” “Go directly to your office. Do not tell anyone I am coming.” The line went dead. I stared at the phone for a second before getting dressed. Bella arrived with Chloe thirty-five minutes later. She wore the same composed expression she took into court, but I had begun to notice the details beneath it: the way she held a file tighter when she was angry, the slight flattening of her voice when she was trying not to make a conversation personal. “What happened?” I asked. She placed a printed hotel record on my desk. “Three days before

*Alex’s POV* I had heard children laughing through Bella’s phone yesterday. I had been standing in the corridor for a long time to hear every conversation. Still, the sound followed me all the way to my car. I drove to my father’s house with both hands fixed on the wheel and forced myself to think about the archive. Bella met me there with Chloe. The house had been closed for months. My mother preferred Scotland now, and I avoided the place because every room contained a version of my father who still expected obedience. Bella stopped in the entrance hall. “You changed the paintings.” “My mother did.” “She hated the old ones.” “You remember that?” “She complained about them every time I came here.” I almost smiled. “She still does.” Bella walked ahead before the conversation could become comfortable. The archive was in my father’s study. I unlocked the cabinets while Chloe set up a scanner. “What exactly are we looking for?” she asked. “Anything dated within six months