บททั้งหมดของ THE DIVORCE AND HIS BETRAYAL, MY REVENGE: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

I didn't sleep after reading my brother's file, couldn't close my eyes without seeing his handwriting on those pages, without hearing his voice in my head apologizing for leaving me alone. I sat at the kitchen table with the documents spread out in front of me, going through them again and again, looking for something I might have missed and every time I thought I had found something, it led to another dead end, another name I didn't recognize, another piece of the puzzle that didn't quite fit.James found me there at dawn, his face pale and his eyes red, and I could tell he hadn't slept either, had been going through his father's documents in the other room, trying to piece together the same puzzle I was trying to solve. He sat down across from me without a word, and we sat there in silence for a long time, two broken people trying to find meaning in the chaos that had become our lives."Did you find anything?" he asked finally."Maybe." I pointed to a page near the bottom of the s

I didn't sleep after Merald's confession, couldn't close my eyes without seeing his face when he said "I can't tell you," couldn't stop hearing his voice cracking with tears he was trying to hide. He had been there, had seen my brother die, had watched Marcus Thorne walk away from the crash, and he had done nothing, nothing at all, and now he was telling me he couldn't tell me who had given the order because he was afraid.I was afraid too, afraid of what I was becoming, afraid of what I had already lost, afraid of the cold emptiness that was settling into my bones like frost.Sarah found me in the kitchen at dawn, sitting at the table with a cold cup of coffee in front of me and the file open to the page with Merald's name on it. "You've been up all night.""I couldn't sleep.""You need to rest, Mrs. Debbie. The baby—""The baby is fine." I looked up at her, at the concern in her eyes, and I felt a flash of anger, hot and sharp. "Everyone keeps asking about the baby, but no one asks

The days after reading my grandfather's file were a blur of confusion and doubt, of questioning everything I thought I knew about my family and my past and my future. I had spent months believing that Merald was the villain, that he had been part of the plan to destroy my family, that he had stood by and watched my brother die without lifting a finger. But now, with the new evidence spread across the table and the questions mounting in my mind, I wasn't so sure anymore.James found me in the backyard at dawn, sitting on the steps with my hand on my stomach and my eyes on the horizon. "You've been out here all night.""I couldn't sleep.""You need to rest, Debbie. The baby—""The baby is fine." I looked up at him, at the concern in his eyes. "I've been thinking about Merald.""What about him?""About whether I was wrong about him. About whether he's been trying to protect me all along, not destroy me."James sat down beside me, his voice careful. "What brought this on?""The file, the

The invitation arrived in a plain white envelope, no return address, no name, just a date and a location and a symbol I had come to know too well, the same symbol that had been carved into the wall of the safe house, the same symbol on Marcus Thorne's ring, the same symbol that had been following me like a shadow for months. I turned it over in my hands, feeling the weight of it, the promise of danger and answers and everything I had been searching for. "Where did this come from?" James asked, his face pale. "It slipped under the door sometime last night." "Are you going to go?" I looked at him, at the fear in his eyes, and I nodded slowly. "I have to." "Debbie, that's exactly what they want." "I know." I set the invitation down on the table and walked to the window, my hand on my stomach. "But it's also the only chance we have to see who's really running the Circle." Sarah came in from the kitchen, her arms crossed. "It could be a trap." "It's definitely a trap. But I'm goin

The days after Elena's revelation were a blur of confusion and doubt, of questioning everything I thought I knew about my family and my past and my future, and I sat in the safe house with my grandfather's picture in my hands and my mind racing, trying to piece together a puzzle that kept changing every time I thought I had it figured out. James and Sarah watched me from across the room, their faces pale and their eyes filled with the same fear I felt crawling up my spine, and Merald was still out there somewhere, waiting for me to decide whether I wanted him back in my life."He's been trying to reach you," James said, nodding toward my phone."I know.""Are you going to call him back?""I don't know." I set my grandfather's picture down on the table and stood up, my legs shaking and my heart pounding. "I don't know anything anymore."Sarah came over and put her hand on my arm. "Mrs. Debbie, you've been through a lot. Maybe you need some time to process everything before you make any