All Chapters of Divorced by Mistake: She Came Back Cold and Rich: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

48 Chapters

The Need to Worry

Emily rushed to the bathroom for a quick warm bath. She watched the water run down her body gently, washing off streaks of his dried cum from her inner thighs. Grabbing a little bottle hidden behind a counter in the bathroom sink, she swallowed two white pills and applied some cream between her folds, sticking another capsule up into herself as she heaved a sigh of relief. She wondered if she would get pregnant after an act like this. Of course she would! But that wasn't the point here. Her previous marriage had taught her a big lesson, you could be divorced in your own home even with an heir in you. She wasn't even married to Nicole yet, she needed to be careful, until the deal was sealed. Of course he loved her, that she knew too well but she wasn't going to let herself be a victim again. She had washed herself clean, she heaved a sigh of relief as she gulped down a glass of water and headed for her room. The pleasure of minutes and orgasms dying down in her body. The thoughts of

The Tragic Death of a Maid

It was 9:57AM when Emily arrived at the station. Detective Marquez was already waiting, a fresh cup of coffee in one hand and a thick folder in the other. Dark circles hung under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept either. Well that wasn't to the best of her interest, she needed to get the case solved first."Ms. Emily," he said, nodding toward his desk. "Thanks for coming in.""I want an update on Carl and my son's maid" she said, sitting across from him. "I'm talking about the investigation you said will take a week to extract valuable information before I released him”Marquez didn't answer immediately. He set down his coffee and opened the folder."We did dig deeper," he said. "And here's what we found."He turned the folder toward her. Inside were some detailed forensic reports, access logs, and financial tracing documents."Carl had no system access after the divorce," Marquez said. "His old credentials were revoked within 48 hours of the settlement. Every attempt to acce

Further Into the Investigation

Emily sat in silence for a long moment.Then she said, "You said last night you couldn't continue the investigation. You said something came up. This was it? This was why you couldn't make it?"Marquez nodded. "Her death changed everything. We've been trying to contain the fallout, but the truth is, Ms. Dally, this case is showing a pattern. A bad one."He pulled out a timeline from the documents she’d sent him earlier that morning."Your official, Ruth died three days after filing a complaint about missing inventory. It was ruled an accident."The maid now died after questioning, and it's about to be ruled as suicide."Two warehouse supervisors who were transferred after the first missing crate reports. One disappeared. The other resigned and moved abroad. No forwarding address.""The driver of the cloned car from last night? We traced the plates. They belong to your assistant. But your assistant was home with her children according to investigations. Someone stole her identity to pa

The Paper in Her Room

The glass doors stood open to the sea beyond. A salty breeze drifted in from the shoreline, carrying the distant murmur of waves. White curtains billowed gently, rising and falling like sails. Sunlight spilled across the polished floor, warming the room in soft gold.Carl sat on the leather couch, a glass of orange juice sweating in his hand, his eyes fixed on the television. Some afternoon talk show droned on, loud laughter, clapping and meaningless noise.But he wasn't watching. His mind was trapped last night. The signature comparison, the timing anomalies and the way every stroke matched perfectly except for the one thing that couldn't be faked, the moment it was made.If anyone had access to his signature template in the past, it would be Emilia. His ex-wife's twin. The woman who had saved him from a burning house years ago. The woman he had married after the divorce, believing she was the softer, kinder version of the sister who had rejected him.The thought sat wrong in his che

The Call

Emily stepped through her front door and closed it behind her, leaning against the wood for a moment longer than necessary. The meeting with Detective Marquez had left her hollowed out. The maid was dead. The files had vanished. And the possibility that someone had been operating inside her company for years refused to leave her mind. "Every person who gets close to the truth dies or vanishes." She pushed off from the door and walked into the living room. The new maid, was in the kitchen preparing Leslie's afternoon meal. The soft clatter of pots and the faint smell of boiling peas filled the air, ordinary sounds that felt almost foreign after the morning she'd had. Leslie was asleep on the couch, wrapped in a light blanket, his small chest rising and falling steadily. Emily pressed a kiss to his forehead, then settled into the armchair across from him. She needed to think. To gather herself before the next crisis arrived. She poured a cup of coffee from the pot on the si

Another Scam

The hospital lobby was too bright. She double checked the location again, to be sure she was in the right place.Standing at the reception desk, her heels sinking slightly into the polished linoleum, the printout of the address trembled in her hand. Now she had nowhere to put them."I'm sorry, ma'am," the receptionist said, typing into her terminal with practiced indifference. "There's no patient registered under that name. Not in this facility. Not in any of our affiliated branches."Emily leaned over the counter. "Check again. He called me yesterday. From this hospital, a nurse answered."The receptionist sighed softly and typed again and again, hitting the last enter key hard with reluctant fury. Then she turned the screen toward Emily with a straight face.It was empty. There were no matches or history."Could he have been admitted under a different name?""I can only search what you give me, ma'am."Emily's jaw tightened. "The nurse. I need to speak with her. She took the phone

Things Fall Apart

Faustina was waiting for her before the elevator doors even fully opened.She blinked twice at her, almost forgetting why she’d arrived there in the first place."Ma'am…" The assistant's voice was taut, her usually calm face drawn so tight it was easy to believe she wore a mask the very first day she stepped into the office. "The board meeting has descended into chaos. Shareholders are demanding answers. Three investors have already threatened to pull out by closing of business. And news is everywhere about what's going" She swallowed. " Every major platform. Every channel. Someone leaked everything."Emily stepped off the elevator, trying to remain calm and focused. Through the glass walls of the boardroom, she could see thirty people, distinguished of honor and distinguished women of her class, in expensive suits, some standing, some pacing, one man actually pounding the table with his fist, probably to bring order to the chaos in the room.She heaved another huge sigh wondering how

A Piece of Comfort

Home had never felt so foreign, when she returned.Emily sat at the dining table, a plate of cold food in front of her, her fork moving mechanically in the plate. She didn't taste anything. She didn't see the candles Nicole had lit or the wine he had poured, nor did she notice that he was standing just beside her observing. She didn't hear the soft music playing from the speakers either.She saw the lawsuit documents. The boardroom faces. The note in her pocket. Whoever it was probably wanted to meet her alone, make the deal and lose everything.Leslie was already asleep. The maid had taken him upstairs half an hour ago. The house was quiet, just enough for the clink of Nicole's fork against his plate. He’d been watching her and was only beginning to feel it."You haven't said a word since you walked in," Nicole said finally. "And you've been pushing your food around like you're trying to draw a map."Emily set down her fork and nudged the plate away from herself a little on. "I'm not

The Morning After

She forced herself out of bed.She had coffee first, a cappuccino with little milk and no sugar. The slight bitterness matched her mood as she watched the usual news chatter on and on about her company.She sat at the kitchen island, her tablet propped against the glass fruit bowl, reviewing her schedule while the new maid moved quietly around the kitchen preparing Leslie's breakfast. The parents of the old maid, she remembered, were on her neck about the death of their daughter in the cell, but her news as a suspect had silenced them a little. She could still see their call logs on her phone’s history page.Her son was upstairs, probably still sleeping. The doctor had said his physical recovery was nearly complete, at least he wasn't waking up and screaming to unseen voices from shock anymore. A smile crossed her lips as she remembered it, but Emily had noticed new things, the way he flinched at sudden sounds, the way he checked over his shoulder when walking down the hallway.He rem

The Confrontation

Emilia's expression flickered. Just for a second. Then the mask slid back into place."I don't have to listen to this."She turned toward the door and stopped.Because Emily was standing in the doorway.Emily had pulled into the driveway expecting an empty house and a quick conversation with Emilia.Instead, she found the front door open and voices rising from inside. She had stood there for a full minute, listening to the argument escalate, watching through the gap in the door as two people who had destroyed her marriage tore each other apart.There was satisfaction in it and a smile she had to compress to walk in.Not enough to erase the past. Not nearly enough to heal the wounds. But enough to make her linger.Let them burn, she thought. Let them feel a fraction of what I felt.Then Carl mentioned her name."At least Emily was honest about who she was."She pushed the door open and stepped inside.The room went silent.Carl froze mid-sentence, a box still in his hands. Emilia turne

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