Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By My Billionaire Husband,He Chased Me Back After D: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 145

The call came at sunset.Cassian was in his study, reviewing the latest intel from Nathaniel, when his phone rang. The caller ID was blocked. He answered anyway."Cassian." Julian's voice was calm, almost conversational. "I hear you've been looking for me.""Julian." Cassian's grip tightened on the phone. "Where are you?""Somewhere safe. Somewhere your men won't find me. But I'm tired of running, Cassian. I'm tired of hiding. I think it's time we ended this.""Then turn yourself in. Face what you've done."Julian laughed—a cold, hollow sound. "That's not how this works. I have information. Information you need. About the accident. About the conspiracy. About everything.""What information?""Things that will change everything. Things that will make you question everything you thought you knew." He paused. "But I'll only share it with one person.""Who?""Clara. Send Clara to me. Alone. No guards. No police. Just her.""Absolutely not." Cassian's voice was ice. "I won't put her in dan

The Kingsley EstateThe news of Julian Cross's transfer spread quickly through the family's inner circle. By noon, the phones were ringing nonstop—friends, colleagues, well-wishers, all wanting to express their relief and congratulations. But the only call that mattered came from Imogen."We're coming over," she announced without preamble. "All of us. Tonight. We're having a party.""A party?" Clara laughed. "Imogen, it's Sunday. The children have school tomorrow—""The children can be tired. This is important. We're celebrating. The nightmare is over, Clara. You deserve to celebrate."Clara looked across the living room, where Cassian was sitting on the floor with Emory and Colt, helping them build an elaborate dinosaur diorama. Emory was laughing. Colt was grinning. The sun was streaming through the windows, warm and golden."All right," she said. "But keep it small. Just family.""Define family.""Everyone I love.""That's not small, Clara.""I know. But they're all welcome."By fi

Dallas, Texas – Two Months LaterThe day had finally arrived.It was the wedding of the century—or so the media had declared it. The love story of Cassian Kingsley and Clara Hayes Kingsley had captured the world's imagination: a marriage broken by betrayal, a wife presumed dead, an amnesia that erased five years of memories, and a love that had somehow, impossibly, found its way back. The country was captivated. The internet was obsessed. Every news outlet in the nation had sent reporters to cover the event.Billboards across the city displayed their photographs—Cassian in his tailored tuxedo, Clara in her stunning white gown. Their faces were on the covers of magazines. Their story was trending on every social media platform. The hashtag #KingsleyWedding had been the number one trending topic for three days straight.It was overwhelming. It was beautiful. It was finally happening.The Groom's Dressing Room Cassian stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting his bow tie for the fo