All Chapters of My Ex Husband Chose My Sister: Now he wants me back Too Late: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DECLANI moved carefully after Adrian’s call, because whoever had been reporting Milly’s movements for months clearly had enough access to notice if I started asking obvious questions.“Nobody outside this room knows we’re looking,” I told Adrian. “Not security. Not HR. If word gets back to whoever this is, they’ll disappear before we find them.”“Understood.” Adrian was already pulling access logs, cross-referencing timestamps against the leaked information we could trace. “This is going to take time to do quietly.”“We don’t have unlimited time.”“I know that too.”The company started fracturing under the weight of everything in the meantime. Richard had clearly decided that if he couldn’t control me directly anymore, he’d control the board instead, and within days I noticed the shift, executives who’d stood firmly behind me for years suddenly hesitant, careful, exchanging glances I didn’t like whenever Milly’s name came up in meetings.“Some members are concerned,” Whitfield told m

ISAACThe hospital released me after three days, cracked ribs wrapped tight, a headache that hadn’t fully let go since the crash, and a duffel bag full of evidence that had somehow survived the wreck better than I had.Adrian had sent someone to collect it the same night, and I hadn’t argued. Whatever this was, it was bigger than my grudges, bigger than whatever was left of my pride.I contacted Marcus Webb the day I got home. My family’s lawyer for almost thirty years, the man who had drafted every confidential agreement my father ever needed drafted, retired now, living quietly outside the city like retirement was the only way he’d ever managed to sleep.“I need answers, Marcus.”“Isaac, I don’t discuss old business anymore.”“Someone tried to kill me two nights ago.” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “I have recordings of my father and Richard Laurent discussing a woman named Evelyn Ward. I need to know what actually happened to her, and I need to know now, before someone

DECLANI saw the red dot the same second she did, and my body moved before my mind fully processed what I was looking at.I hit her hard, both of us going down behind the low stone wall lining the rooftop’s edge, her body pinned beneath mine as screams erupted around us, glasses shattering somewhere, guests scrambling in every direction.“Stay down,” I said, my voice barely recognizable to myself, adrenaline flooding through me in a way I hadn’t felt since the gala shooting months earlier. “Don’t move.”“Declan!”“I mean it, Milly. Stay down.”Security swarmed the rooftop within seconds, weapons drawn, sweeping the surrounding buildings. I kept my body covering hers, my heart slamming against my ribs, until one of the guards finally reached us.“Clear,” he said. “We need to move you both now.”We got her downstairs into a secured vehicle before the panic outside fully settled, guests still screaming somewhere behind us, cameras already flashing despite security’s efforts to contain th

MILLYI stopped sleeping properly after the rooftop. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt that warm dot against my chest again, that half second where I understood, with total clarity, that I might die standing there in a party dress surrounded by string lights.Declan didn’t leave my side for a single hour those first few days. He worked from the bedroom instead of his office, took calls in the hallway outside the bathroom door if I was showering, sat beside me at three in the morning when I finally gave up pretending sleep was coming.“You don’t have to do this,” I told him one of those nights, sitting up against the headboard while he sat beside me, laptop closed, giving me his full attention instead of pretending to work through it.“Do what.”“Babysit me. I know you have a company to run. Board members plotting against you. A grandfather trying to send me out of the city.”“I’m not babysitting you.” He took my hand. “I’m staying because I want to be here, not because I feel obliga

MILLYI couldn’t stop my mind from spiraling once the idea took hold. Every memory of the past few months rearranged itself into something twisted the second I let myself consider it seriously.The night at the club. Declan watched me from across the room before he ever said a word to me. The proposal outside, calculated, strategic, except what if it hadn’t only been strategic. What if some part of him had recognized something in me that neither of us understood yet, some pull toward family that had nothing to do with romance at all.“Stop,” Declan said, finding me sitting rigid on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. “I can see you doing this. Building an entire narrative out of one unconfirmed marker.”“How can I not, Declan? What if this whole thing between us has been wrong from the start? What if some part of you was drawn to me because of blood you didn’t even know we shared?”“That’s not how any of this works, and you know it.” He sat down beside me, taking my face gently