All Chapters of My Ex Husband Chose My Sister: Now he wants me back Too Late: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KARAI found the wine cellar on my fifth night at the lake house, dusty bottles still racked from whatever party this place had last hosted before everyone forgot it existed. I didn’t check the vintage. I just opened one and drank straight from the bottle, sitting on the cold floor of a hallway lined with more boxes I hadn’t gotten to yet.The gasoline cans stayed exactly where I’d arranged them. I told myself I hadn’t decided anything yet. I told myself a lot of things these days that I wasn’t sure I actually believed.I found more documents in a study off the main hallway, another set of ledgers, another set of initials repeating across page after page.R.L. R.L. R.L.I read through them with the same numb detachment I’d carried for days now, my mind circling the same memories over and over without ever quite landing anywhere new.I remembered being eight, sitting at the top of the stairs while my parents hosted some dinner party downstairs, listening to adult voices drift up throu

MILLYThe house looked exactly the way I imagined a place holding twenty-five years of secrets would look. Dust thick on every surface, curtains gone gray with age, the air heavy and still in a way that made my skin crawl the moment I stepped through the door.Declan had wanted to come inside with me. I’d made him stay back at the tree line with security, close enough to reach me fast, far enough that Kara wouldn’t see him and panic. It had taken twenty minutes of arguing to get him to agree, and even then his expression had told me he hated every second of it.“Kara?”My voice echoed through the empty hallway.“In here.”I followed the sound into a study littered with papers, empty bottles scattered across the floor, and there she was, sitting cross-legged in the middle of it all, hair matted, eyes red and hollow, looking nothing like the woman who’d once stolen my husband with a confident, cruel smile.“You came,” she said quietly. “I wasn’t sure you would.”“You said you had answer

DECLANThe radio crackled the second the sound of gunfire cut through the trees, and I was already moving before the contractor finished his sentence.“Contact! Multiple shooters, northeast perimeter!”“Get inside,” I shouted at Adrian, drawing the weapon I’d insisted on carrying despite every instinct in me that used to believe I’d never need to. “Now!”We ran for the house, gunfire echoing through the woods behind us, security exchanging fire with shapes I could barely make out through the tree line. Someone screamed off to my left, one of the contractors going down, and I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, Milly’s face the only thing anchoring me through the chaos.The front door burst open under my shoulder, and I heard her voice from somewhere deeper inside the house, sharp with fear.“Milly!”“Declan!”I found her in a back bedroom, Kara frozen beside her, both of them staring at a television hissing static, and I didn’t have time to ask what they’d watched.“We need to move. Now.”“So

MILLYThe paramedics had Kara on a stretcher by the time I stopped shaking enough to walk over to her.“Her leg’s fractured,” one of them told Declan. “Smoke inhalation. She’s stable, but she needs to go now.”Kara’s eyes were open, unfocused, her voice rising and falling in a mutter that didn’t stop even as they lifted her.“Payments,” she was saying. “Every month, R.L., it’s all in the ledgers, Cross ordered it, Isaac said Cross ordered it…”“She needs sedation,” the paramedic said, reaching into his kit.“Wait.” I stepped closer. “Kara.”Her eyes found mine, clear for one second in the middle of all that static.“You believe me now,” she whispered. “About everything.”“I believe you.”The paramedic administered the sedative, and her eyes slid shut, her body finally going still against the stretcher.“You need to sit down,” Declan said, guiding me toward the car twenty minutes later, federal vehicles multiplying behind us, reporters already shouting questions from behind a hastily s

DECLANRichard’s statement never made it to air. Someone leaked it early, a draft copy circulating through three separate outlets before he’d even finished delivering it to the network he’d chosen to break the story, and by morning the entire narrative had shifted into something far messier than a single powerful man naming a single rival.Both of them were bleeding now. Cross and Richard, each one scrambling to shift blame before investigators finished building their own timeline, and Washington had turned into exactly the kind of chaos I’d expected once the dam finally broke completely.“Three more executives resigned overnight,” Adrian told me, sliding a list across my desk. “Two more are cooperating with federal subpoenas without waiting for our legal team to advise them first.”“Let them.”“Declan, this is going to gut the company.”“I know.”I meant it. I’d stopped caring about protecting Laurent Global’s reputation somewhere around the moment I’d watched that lake house explode