Semua Bab Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On : Bab 91 - Bab 100

KAREN.The call came when I was halfway through reviewing the newest compliance reports for A.A. Biotech, although “reviewing” felt generous considering my attention had barely stayed on the pages for more than a few seconds at a time.My office sat in complete silence except for the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the occasional tapping of my fingers against the edge of my desk, while the untouched coffee beside me had already gone cold. It had been one of those days where everything looked calm on the outside even though I could feel pressure building beneath the surface, because the closer I got to Victor Hale, the more resistance I faced.My phone buzzed against the polished wood of my desk, and I barely glanced at the screen before answering.“Hello?”“Ms. Karen,” my investigator said, his voice carrying a quiet sense of urgency, “I found her.”I straightened slightly in my chair.“Found who?”“Priya Nair.”The silence that followed lasted only a second, but it stretched lon

KARENThe doorbell rang a third time, louder now, as if whoever stood on the other side had decided they had already waited long enough.Jason reluctantly loosened his hold around my waist and looked toward the front door."Well," he said, exhaling softly. "This person's got to be really persistent."I laughed nervously, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had settled inside me ever since the first ring."Go see who it is."He nodded and brushed his fingers lightly against my arm before walking out of the kitchen.I followed behind him a few seconds later, though I stopped near the entrance to the living room instead of going all the way to the door. I wasn't sure why I had suddenly become hesitant, but I found myself standing there quietly, arms folded loosely across my chest, waiting for Jason to answer.I heard the lock click. The door opened, then I heard Jason speak."Mom?"Every muscle in my body stiffened. My eyes widened immediately.His mom was here? Today? Without w

RICHARDI woke earlier than I normally did that morning, though I couldn't honestly say I had slept particularly well. The past few weeks had left a lingering restlessness in me that seemed to follow me into bed every night and wake up with me every morning, making sleep feel less like rest and more like a temporary escape that never lasted long enough.For a while, I remained stretched out beneath the covers, staring absently at the pale ceiling above me while the first traces of daylight slipped through the gaps in the curtains. Seattle was slowly waking up outside my apartment, and I could already hear the distant murmur of traffic beginning to build beneath my windows.Eventually, I reached for my phone on the nightstand and unlocked it, intending to skim through my emails before getting out of bed. There were the usual notifications waiting for me—market summaries, messages from colleagues, and updates from financial newsletters I barely remembered subscribing to—but one headline

KARENI sat behind my desk with my laptop open, several reports spread across the polished wood surface, and a cup of coffee that had long gone cold beside me, but my eyes kept drifting back to the folded letter lying near my hand.Lena's letter.No matter how many times I read it, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was holding something much bigger than a simple confession or warning. Every sentence seemed heavier now, carrying meanings I hadn't noticed the first time. It felt like a thread sticking out from an expensive sweater, one careful tug away from unraveling everything.I leaned back in my chair and exhaled slowly.No.This wasn't something I should sit on alone.If there was even a small chance that Lena had uncovered something connected to Hale's case, then I needed someone who understood the legal implications better than I did.I picked up my phone and grabbed my handbag.Almost thirty minutes later, I walked into the offices of our legal director."Karen?" My attorney s

JASON.I knew something was different the second I stepped into the house.Usually, when I came home after work, Sophie would already be waiting near the door with endless stories spilling out of her mouth before I even had a chance to take off my shoes, and Karen would be somewhere in the living room with her laptop open, papers spread across the coffee table, or her phone pressed to her ear while discussing another detail connected to the investigation.Tonight, the house smelled of garlic, butter, and herbs. Soft music drifted from the kitchen. The lights were warm.Everything felt... lighter.I loosened my tie and followed the scent, finding Karen standing at the stove while stirring something in a saucepan. Her hair was tied back loosely, and she was wearing one of my oversized shirts over a pair of leggings. She looked beautiful, but that wasn't what caught my attention.It was her expression.Over the last few weeks, especially since the investigation into Victor Hale began, th