Boss, Your Ex-wife is Married to Your Rival의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

The investigator called Tristan just after eight in the morning, no greeting, and went straight to the point the way Tristan had asked him to be from the start."We found something," the man said. "It's not just missing information. Certain pages look like they were removed on purpose, after your ex-wife was discharged."Tristan set his coffee down slowly. "After…?You're sure..?”"The file has a digital timestamp. Someone accessed her records three weeks after she left the hospital and made changes. Whoever did it knew what they were doing. It's not sloppy, it's deliberate""Who had access?""That's harder to trace. Hospital staff, obviously. Family members with proper authorization. Possibly someone outside the hospital, if they had the right connections or paid the right person." The investigator paused. "I don't have a name yet. But I will."Tristan hung up and sat very still at his kitchen table, the quiet of the room pressing in around him.*Someone with the right connections.*H

Bianca spent the rest of the evening working through the file line by line, coffee going cold at her elbow, the apartment quiet except for the soft click of her mouse scrolling through page after page of old paperwork.Most of it was unremarkable — standard adoption forms, agency stamps, signatures from people whose names meant nothing to her. But the gaps kept pulling her attention back, small inconsistencies scattered through the file like loose threads she couldn't stop tugging.A birth record with a smudged date. A guardianship form missing its second signature. A transfer of funds routed through an account that didn't match anything else in the file.She didn't know yet what any of it meant. She only knew, from years of watching people carefully guard their own secrets, that gaps like these didn't happen by accident. Someone had gone to trouble to make parts of Selene's history disappear, and people didn't do that over nothing.She picked up her phone and called the investigator

Selene stepped off the elevator the next morning with her coffee already half-finished, trying to arrange her face into something normal before she reached her desk. It didn't quite work. The memory kept surfacing at the worst moments — the warmth of Zayden's hand around hers, the way he'd leaned in, the exact second the phone had shattered whatever was about to happen.She caught his eye through the glass wall of his office almost the moment she sat down, and something passed between them, quick and unmistakable, before he looked back down at his screen like nothing had happened.Her face went warm anyway.She buried herself in the Kessler files, answering emails with more focus than the content actually required, and managed almost an hour before he appeared at her desk, tie perfectly straight, expression composed in the way that no longer fully fooled her."Good morning," he said."Morning."Neither of them mentioned the restaurant. He didn't bring up the almost-kiss, didn't make a

Zayden asked her to stay late on a Thursday, nothing unusual about the request on the surface — they'd done it enough times by now, working side by side after the office emptied out, that Selene didn't think twice about it.She noticed the difference the moment she stepped into his office. No files spread across the desk. No half-finished contract waiting for her opinion. Just Zayden standing near the window, a single folder resting on the desk between two empty chairs."This feels serious," she said, taking the seat he gestured toward."It is." He sat across from her, hands folded, none of his usual composed ease in the way he held himself now. "I need to tell you something about my family. And then I need to ask you something, and I want you to actually consider it before you answer."Selene's pulse ticked up slightly. "Okay…""My father's estate has a clause in it. It's old, outdated, written years before Rosie was even born." He slid the folder towards her, though he kept talking

The rumor reached Tristan sideways, the way most useful information reached him — a passing comment at a business lunch, someone mentioning that Zayden Laurent might finally be settling down again."About time, honestly," his lunch companion said, cutting into his steak. "Man's been alone since his fiancée died. Good for Rosie too, probably, having a mother figure around finally, she'd be very happy.""Who's he marrying?" Tristan asked, keeping his voice light, and disinterested."No one seems to know for sure. Nobody's confirmed it publicly. Just word going around that he's finally ready to move on." His companion shrugged. "Makes sense. He's not getting any younger, and that little girl needs someone."Tristan set his fork down slowly.He told himself it meant nothing. Rich men remarried for all kinds of reasons — loneliness, family pressure, a child who needed a mother. It had nothing to do with him.He believed that for almost an entire day.By evening, a second conversation confi