บททั้งหมดของ Too Late to Beg: My Ex-Wife is a Secret Billionaire: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 14

The morning after the audit files were released was eerily still. I sat on the veranda of the Rossi estate, the cool air of the countryside biting at my skin, but I didn't move to get a sweater. I needed the cold to keep me grounded. By now, the digital world was in a frenzy. The headlines were savage: *The Fall of Montgomery: Tax Evasion, Infidelity, and the Death of a Dynasty.* Sebastien’s name was being dragged through the mud he had so carefully polished for years."Mommy, look! I found a blue rock!" Félix’s voice broke the silence. He came running from the edge of the flowerbeds, his face flushed with the kind of pure, unadulterated joy that Sebastien had never known."It’s beautiful, Félix," I said, forced to pull a smile onto my face. I took the small, jagged stone from his hand, feeling its rough edges. It was real. He was real. "Why don't you go show Grandma Rossi? I think she’s in the greenhouse.""Okay!" He scrambled away, his little legs moving with an energy that seemed t

The old docks were a skeleton of a bygone era, rusted iron and rotting wood reaching out into the black water of the harbor like the fingers of a corpse. Warehouse 14 stood at the very end of the pier, a hulking shadow that seemed to swallow the moonlight. I parked my car several yards away, the engine's hum the only sound in the oppressive silence of the waterfront. My hand rested for a moment on the door handle. I could feel the cold, hard weight of my phone in my pocket and the even colder resolve in my chest."I’m here, Sebastien," I whispered to the empty car. "And this time, I’m not leaving until the ghosts are laid to rest."I stepped out into the damp air. The smell of salt and diesel was thick enough to taste. My heels clicked against the uneven pavement, a rhythmic, lonely sound that echoed off the corrugated metal walls of the surrounding warehouses. I didn't look back. I knew Dominic was at the estate, guarding Félix with a ferocity that matched my own, but here, in the da