บททั้งหมดของ He Chose Her, Then Lost Me Forever: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The cold rain continued to fall in heavy sheets, splashing against the stone steps of the porch.Noah stood completely still, his eyes locked on the tree line at the edge of the driveway. The shadows under the tall pine trees were thick and dark, but there was no mistaking the tall, broad shape of Arthur standing near the wooden fence. Arthur didn't move. He just stood there in his wet coat, watching the front porch like a hawk waiting for its prey."Noah," Julian whispered from his left side, keeping his voice extremely low so the lawyer couldn't hear. "Don't give him the drive. If you give Vance that drive, Apex Global gets total control over every account William ever touched. We will have nothing left to fight back with.""And if I don't give it to him," Noah said, his voice flat and tight, "the police officers standing by those cars walk up these steps in ten minutes. They arrest Mom, Eleanor, and Anna. Mom can't survive a night in a county jail cell, Julian. Her heart is too wea

Noah stood completely still in the center of the sitting room, his right hand pressed deep into his empty jacket pocket.The soft crackle of the fireplace was the only sound in the room. Outside, the night rain had turned into a steady, quiet drizzle against the window glass. Everything looked calm, safe, and warm. But inside Noah’s chest, his heart was pounding like a heavy drum.He retraced every single step in his head.Down in the dark pump room, Gabriel had given him the black drive. Noah had slipped it into his right jacket pocket. He had walked through the long drainage pipe, met Eleanor, climbed the stone stairs, and carried the drive up into this very room.When Vance knocked on the front door with the fake court papers, Noah had taken the drive out of his pocket and set it right on the small wooden table next to Sarah’s tea cup. He remembered the cold feel of the small metal drive under his thumb.Then, Clara had burst onto the porch with the red folder. They had exposed Van

The air in the dusty mill office went stone cold.Noah stood frozen near the iron archway, his fingers gripping the flashlight so tightly his knuckles turned white. Ten feet in front of him, sitting in the high-backed wooden swivel chair, was William Reed.He wasn't dead. He wasn't lying in a police body bag on Highway 9.William looked calm, healthy, and sharp. He wore a tailored grey wool suit, although the bottom of his trousers was stained with wet yellow mud. His silver-trimmed hair was combed back neatly, and his dark blue eyes held the same cold, calculating glint that had terrorized Sarah for thirty long years."William," Arthur rasped out, his voice shaking with a mixture of rage and utter shock as he stepped out from behind Noah. "The radio report... the state police transport...""A small bribe to an underpaid driver goes a long way, Arthur," William said softly, resting his elbows on the broad oak desk. He picked up a silver pen, turning it between his long fingers. "A hea

Noah stood on the wet stone porch, holding the black business card so tightly his fingers turned white.Down at the end of the long gravel driveway, the courier's dark blue sedan turned onto the main road, its red taillights vanishing into the soft morning fog. The silver master drive was gone—handed over directly into the enemy's hands.Noah turned around, pushed the heavy oak front door open, and walked back into the sitting room.The warm room was quiet. Sarah was sitting on the leather sofa, holding a warm porcelain cup of tea, her hand resting over Thomas’s dirty sleeve. Thomas sat next to her on the edge of the cushions, looking down at his boots, awkward and quiet under his mother’s gentle care. Julian, Gabriel, and Caleb were gathered around the small wooden table, discussing the mill fire.Noah set the black business card down in the middle of the table, right between Julian's hands."Read it," Noah said, his voice dropping into a low, hard tone.Julian picked up the card, hi

The rusted chain around the iron box fell to the floorboards with a heavy, metallic clatter.Noah stood three feet away, his heart knocking against his ribs like a hammer. All around the stage, the ten armed Apex guards kept their black pistols trained straight on his chest. In the shadowy corners of the high-ceilinged room, the wealthy buyers sat frozen in their plush chairs, too terrified to move or make a sound.William slowly lifted the lid of the small iron box.Inside lay a stack of yellowed papers, an old leather-bound diary, and a pair of small silver baby booties, tarnished dark with age.William reached in, picking up a yellowed birth certificate with dry, trembling fingers. He held it up under the glaring spotlight, his thin lips twisting into a cold, cruel smile."Thirty-one years ago," William said, his voice echoing off the heavy steel walls of the sealed vault, "Sarah didn't carry quintuplets. She gave birth to a single boy first, eighteen months before you four were ev