Todos os capítulos de MARRIED MY BILLIONAIRE EX AFTER HIS FUNERAL : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 47

Whitlock's team worked through Charlotte's list methodically over the following month, each name requiring careful investigation before any action could be taken.Three turned out to be minor connections — old employees paid modest sums for occasional favors, none directly involved in anything beyond quiet cooperation years earlier, easily resolved with formal statements and reduced cooperation agreements.The fourth name, however, stopped Sophie cold when Whitlock called with the update."Dr. Patricia Chen," Whitlock said. "The obstetrician who delivered Margaret."Sophie's blood ran cold. "What? Why would she be on that list?""We're still determining the extent of her involvement," Whitlock said carefully. "But she received a payment eight months before Margaret's birth. Substantial, disguised as a consulting fee for a medical conference she never actually attended."Sophie sat down slowly; her hands trembling. "Was Margaret ever in danger? During the deli

Sophie found Margaret asleep in her crib that night, one small fist curled against her cheek, breathing slow and even in the soft glow of the nightlight.She stood in the doorway for a long time, simply watching."You're doing the thing again," Adrian said quietly, joining her."What thing?""The staring thing. Like you're afraid she'll disappear if you look away too long."Sophie smiled faintly. "Maybe I am."Adrian wrapped an arm around her, and they stood together in the doorway, the trust paperwork still sitting untouched on the kitchen table behind them."Can I tell you something strange?" Sophie asked."Always.""In my first life," she said, "I never let myself think about having a child with you. Not once, in three years of marriage.""Why not?""Because it felt impossible," Sophie said. "You were so distant. I told myself a man who couldn't even explain a bad mood to me certainly wasn't going to want a family. So I just... never th

Simon looked older when he opened the door, though only a week had passed since his last visit to the penthouse."You called ahead," he said, stepping aside to let them into the small back room of his bookshop. "That's not like either of you.""We need to ask you something," Adrian said, no preamble. "And I need you to tell me the truth, whatever it is."Simon's expression shifted, wariness replacing warmth. "What's this about?""A payment," Sophie said. "Three years ago. Before you ever came to us. Before any of this started."Simon went very still."Whitlock's team found it," Adrian said. "Tied to Eleanor's network. Your name, three years back, long before we ever knew you existed."Simon sat down slowly in the chair behind his counter, the color draining from his face."I was wondering when this would surface," he said quietly."So it's real," Sophie said, her stomach dropping despite having half-expected the answer."It's real," Simon conf

Whitlock's office looked different than Sophie remembered — more files, more coffee cups, the particular chaos of someone working against a clock."Sit down," Whitlock said, gesturing to the chairs across from her desk. "This is going to take some explaining.""Just tell us," Adrian said. "Is she getting out?""No," Whitlock said firmly. "Not immediately, and probably not at all. But I want you to understand the situation fully, because it's going to get uncomfortable before it resolves."She slid a document across the desk."Eleanor's new legal team filed a motion citing juror misconduct," Whitlock said. "Specifically, they claim one juror — Juror Number Seven — failed to disclose a personal connection to the case during jury selection.""What connection?" Sophie asked, scanning the document."The juror's cousin," Whitlock said, "was a former employee at Cross Industries, terminated eleven years ago during a round of layoffs Charles Cross ordered before