Semua Bab DIVORCED BY THE BILLIONAIRE: Bab 101 - Bab 110

AURORAThe doctor signed the papers and handed them to me. Caleb sat on the edge of the bed, his face still pale, the IV out of his arm. He looked weak, and I hated seeing him like that."I can drive myself," he said."No, you can't.""I'm fine.""You almost died yesterday." I grabbed his arm. "You're not fine."He opened his mouth to argue, then closed it. He knew I was right.The drive to his apartment was quiet. I kept glancing at him, making sure he was still breathing, still awake. His head rested against the window, his eyes half-closed. I tried to focus on the road, but my mind kept replaying the moment he collapsed at the restaurant. The way his face went pale. The way his hands shook. The way I thought I was going to lose him.I didn't want to lose him.His apartment was clean and modern and completely empty. A couch, a coffee table, a bookshelf with nothing on it. It looked like nobody actually lived here. No pictures, no personal touches. Just a place where he slept and wor

AURORA I was folding laundry when the school called.Arya's tiny clothes were spread across the couch, the TV playing in the background. I reached for my phone without looking, thinking it was Lydia or maybe Caleb."Ms. Vale? This is the school nurse."I dropped the shirt I was holding. "What happened?""Arya fell again. She hit her head on the playground equipment. It's the same spot from yesterday. She's complaining of dizziness and nausea. We think she should be seen by a doctor immediately."My heart stopped. "I'll be right there."I grabbed my keys and ran out the door.The drive to the school was a blur. My hands were shaking on the steering wheel. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. I pressed the gas harder, ran a red light, didn't care. I couldn't breathe. All I could think about was Arya, lying on the ground, hurt. The same spot from yesterday. Dizziness. Nausea. The words echoed in my head like a drumbeat. I thought about how I wasn't there to catch he

I stared at the body. The dark stain spreading across the chest, making his dark grey suit even darker. His open were eyes but he was staring at nothing, and there was nothing either, in his eyes. The sounds of the chaos around me faded into a dull hum as I stared at him. My heart rate quickening.Shit!I tried to shut my eyes but it won't budge, it won't even stare at anything except the body.Caleb quickly pulled out his phone with shaky hands and dialed the emergency line. He put the phone on speaker and kept it beside him as he shit the man's eyes. The dispatcher answered on the first ring. "911, what's your emergency?""I need to report a shooting at the Grand Hotel, downtown.""Sir, are you in a safe location?""I'm safe, but they were about four people shot.""Is any of the victim conscious?" She asked."No." He sighed, "I don't know about the rest, but the one close to me isn't. He's not breathing. I don't think he's alive.""Sir, I need you to stay on the line. Police are o

A month passed and we still haven't get any closer. Every lead we followed turned cold. Every door we knocked on stayed shut. By the time I got to Richard Bennett's place I was told he's moved after his sister died and no freaking body knew who this sister is or where she lived. Why that timing? Why was it that at the time I finally worked up the courage to go see him, he was gone.One month from six months gone and we haven't gotten anywhere. The investigation stalled and we were nearing the point where the case was going to fizzle out if nothing was done.All the files, all the cases against Gregory gathered dust. Thomas Hayes was dead and his killer was still out there. And I was still here, in Sacramento, spinning my wheels. Every day felt the same. Wake up, check for updates, find nothing, go to work, come home, stare at the ceiling.Repeat. Repeat. And some days just looks different by just one extra task, either take Arya to the hospital for checkup as her headache isn't sound

AURORA Caleb's office was a mess when I walked in.Papers everywhere, files stacked on the floor, coffee cups scattered across the desk like a small army has been camping out. He was hunched over his laptop, his hair a disaster, his tie loosened and crooked. He looked like he hasn't slept in days. The bags under his eyes were dark enough to be bruises."Rough night?" I asked, closing the door behind me.He looked up, blinking like he was trying to remember who I was. "Rough week."I walked over and sat down across from him, pushing aside a stack of papers to make room for my elbows. "You said you found something."He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face with both hands. His stubble was longer than usual, it was obvious he hasn't shaved for a while now. "You know Thomas Hayes' wife? Patricia? I think she knows something."I felt my stomach tighten. I thought we dropped this. "What kind of something?""She really doesn't look that grieved for someone whose husband got shot."I