Todos los capítulos de THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

GEORGEI stood at the curb long after Leila's car had turned the corner. My hands remained curled into tight fists that I had not consciously made. Something had cracked open deep inside my chest, a raw rage that left my breathing short and my jaw locked so tight the bone ached. I turned on my heel and walked back inside the building. My boots clicked against the floor of the lobby as I took the elevator straight back to the penthouse. The front door was still hanging wide open, exactly as Leila had left it. I pushed it open further and stepped into the quiet foyer, my voice dropping into a vibration that filled the empty space. "Sabrina!"My voice carried through the wide entryway and came back to me flat. It was absorbed by nothing but the heavy silence of the living room. "Sabrina!" I yelled again, the sound tearing through my throat. Nothing. No one answered.I pushed the guest room door open so hard the metal handle slammed against the wall with a sharp crack. The bed was

LEILA"I know George would not do something like this," Doreen said, her voice soft as she looked at me from the couch. "What if all these things were schemed by someone else?""You didn't see what I saw," I replied, refusing to look up from the kitchen counter. My hands gripped the marble edge so tight my knuckles turned white."Leila, I know George," Doreen pressed, leaning forward. "I've known him much longer than you have. This cheap behavior is simply not like him.""Doreen, you won't understand how this feels," I said, finally cutting her off. I set my water glass down on the counter with a loud click. "I saw them with my own eyes. I saw them together in his living room.""But, Leil…""I know he asked you to come here today to watch over me," I said, cutting her short. "But right now, I just need to focus on my museum project. I don't want to talk about that anymore."Doreen didn't argue further. She let me be, and the soft rustle of her winter jacket was the only sound in the a

KARL“I'm sorry, Mr. Hawthorne." I snapped my head up from my desk, my eyes widening with surprise at my secretary's sudden entrance into my office without even knocking on the door. Her face was completely pale, and her breathing sounded short and ragged. "There is a big problem," she said, her voice shaking as she extended her tablet toward my chest. "A video has started circulating online, and it is not good for the Hawthorne empire."I took the tablet from her trembling fingers and clicked the play button. Sabrina's face filled the screen, making my heart skip a beat as a sudden wave of cold air rushed down my spine. "I was paid by a rival to do whatever I did," Sabrina said on the recording, her voice sounding flat and steady as she stared straight into the lens. "I won’t say who yet."The video paused on her unmoving face. I waited for a long moment, expecting the worst, but she didn’t say anything else. Since I didn’t hear her mention a specific name, I lowered the screen

KARL I came home to find the study in disarray, drawers pulled open, white papers scattered across the desk and the floor.  "Are you looking for something?" I asked, setting my keys down with a quiet click against the table.  Natalia rushed toward me immediately, her dark hair wild over her shoulders, pressing a quick, frantic kiss to my mouth before I'd even pulled my fingers from my pockets.  There was an urgency in her movement, her breathing short and shallow as she clutched the lapels of my grey suit jacket.  "I can't find the documents for the Malibu property, and my car," she said, her eyes wide, looking past my shoulder toward the hallway.  "The deed forms, the registration files, they are missing from the lockbox." "They're not here," I told her, my voice dropping into a low tone. "I keep those files in m

LEILAI pressed the phone to my ear, but I tilted the speaker just enough so George could hear the line between us. "Karl," I said. My voice came out flat. "With regards to the suit you filed against me, my team and I have an offer for you," Karl said. His tone was cold, like he was reading from a memo someone else had written. He didn't pause for me to answer. "Communicate with your lawyer and give us feedback."The line went dead before I'd finished drawing the breath to respond. I lowered the phone to my knee and stared at the dark screen. George's hand settled over my shoulder, warm through the fabric of my sweater. "I don't like how rude that was," he said, his voice dropping into a low register. "I think he's up to something, and I don't want you to face him alone, Leila.""I'm going to reach out to my lawyer," I told him, turning my head to meet his gaze. "Whatever it is, I'll let you know if it's something where I need your help."George's jaw tightened, his fingers rigid