Todos os capítulos de Her Fiancé's Father's Obsession: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

JaneI couldn't sleep that night. I lay in bed next to Julius, staring at the ceiling while my mind replayed everything over and over. Maribel had been arrested. Handcuffs were placed around her wrists and she had looked at me with those desperate, terrified eyes."Jane, please. You have to believe me."But did I believe her?The evidence was overwhelming. The poison had been in her tea blend. The special herbal tea she had been bringing me for weeks, measuring so carefully, insisting I steep it for exactly seven minutes.The purchase records traced back to a PO Box near her apartment. Security footage showed her picking up the package on the same day the poison delivery was confirmed.The receipt from the hardware store in her neighborhood. The scarf fibers found in the garage near where my brake lines had been cut.Every piece of evidence pointed to Maribel, and there was the history. The betrayal I had tried so hard to move past.Maribel had slept with Hudson for months while I pl

JuliusI stood in my office, days after Maribel's arrest, staring at my phone with a growing sense of unease.Another threatening text had just come through to my number."You think it's over. It's not."Maribel was in jail. She had been in custody for days with no access to phones and no ability to communicate with the outside world beyond her lawyer.So how the hell was Jane still receiving threats?I called my head of security. "Get in here now."He arrived within minutes, his expression already troubled. He had seen the message too."Walk me through this," I said, keeping my voice level even though fury was building in my chest. "Maribel Devlin has been in custody with no phone and computer access. She had limited contact with anyone outside her lawyer. Correct?""Correct, sir.""Then explain to me how my wife and I are still receiving threatening text messages."He shifted uncomfortably. "It's possible Ms. Devlin set up automated messages before her arrest. Scheduled texts using

JuliusThe plan had to be perfect. I couldn't afford any mistakes.I waited until Claire came to visit Jane the next afternoon. She had been coming every day since Maribel's arrest, playing the devoted friend. The thought made my stomach turn, but I kept my expression neutral when I walked into the living room where she and Jane were having tea."Claire," I said warmly, as if I was genuinely pleased to see her. "I'm glad you're here."She looked up at me with a sweet smile that probably fooled everyone else. "Of course. Jane needs support right now."Jane reached over and squeezed Claire's hand. The gesture made me want to grab my wife and pull her away from the woman who had tried to kill her, but I forced myself to stay calm."Actually, Claire, I wanted to ask you something," I said, sitting down across from them. "You're close to Jane, and I know she trusts your judgment."Claire's eyes lit up with interest. "What is it?"I turned to Jane first. "The expansion deal for your compan

JaneThe moment the security guards led Claire out, the rage that had been holding me upright drained away very quickly.My knees buckled. Julius caught me before I hit the floor, his arms coming around me so fast that I barely registered the movement. He held me against his chest, one hand cradling the back of my head and the other wrapped firmly around my waist."I'm here," He murmured. "I've got you, Jane."I had no idea when I began crying, my entire body shook with the force of them.Everything I had been holding back for weeks, maybe months, came pouring out. All of it crashed over me and I couldn't do anything except cling to Julius and cry.He didn't tell me to stop. He didn't try to fix it or make it better. He just held me, one hand stroking my hair, his voice low and steady as he murmured things I couldn't quite make out but that sounded like love and safety."She tried to kill me," I sobbed against his chest. "She tried to kill our son. She was my best friend and she trie

JaneFour months after Claire's sentencing, I sat in Dr. Morrison's office for my weekly therapy appointment. The couch was comfortable, the lighting was soft, and there was always tea waiting for me when I arrived.I hadn't been able to drink herbal tea for months. Now I was slowly drinking it."How are you feeling this week?" My therapist asked, her pen poised over her notepad but not writing yet. She never wrote while I was talking. She always waited until after, respecting the space between us."Better," I said, and I meant it. "Maribel came over for lunch yesterday. We made pasta together. It felt almost normal.""Almost?" Dr. Morrison picked up on the word immediately."There's still this tension," I admitted. "It's not all bad. It's just awareness. Like we're both being careful with each other. She's afraid of triggering me, and I'm afraid of making her feel like I still doubt her.""That sounds exhausting.""It is," I said with a small laugh. "But it's getting easier. Last we