All Chapters of When I Died, My Billionaire Husband Finally Believed Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Sophia Hart stood before the full length mirror and smoothed the front of her silver gown for what must have been the tenth time."It is just another party," she whispered to herself.The words sounded hollow.Tonight was Alexander Kingston's thirtieth birthday. The most influential business figures in the country would be there. Politicians, celebrities, investors, and reporters had all been invited. Every major publication had been talking about the event for weeks.Sophia reached for the small velvet box on her dressing table.Inside lay a pair of simple silver cufflinks engraved with one sentence.Keep moving forward.Alexander had once said those words in an interview many years ago, before he became one of the youngest billionaires in the country. Back then, he had spoken with warmth and conviction. She remembered watching that interview again and again, falling in love with a man she had never met.Later, fate had brought them together.Or perhaps fate had only brought her clos

Fire does not only destroy evidence.It also reveals what people are desperate to hide.Daniel's body lurched backward.For a moment, neither he nor Sophia seemed to understand what had happened.Then blood spread across the front of his shirt.His eyes widened."They found me," he whispered.Sophia caught him before he hit the floor."Ah Sir!"Another shot echoed through the warehouse.The bullet slammed into the wooden crate beside them, exploding it into splinters.Sophia instinctively dragged Daniel behind the broken pallets.Her heart hammered so loudly that she could barely hear the rain outside."Stay down," Daniel said through clenched teeth.She looked toward the darkness."I can't see anyone.""You won't."His breathing became uneven."They're professionals."A third shot tore through the hanging work lamp.Glass shattered across the concrete.Darkness swallowed the warehouse.Only flashes of lightning through the broken windows gave brief glimpses of the room.Sophia forced

Every investigation begins with a story.The truth begins when those stories no longer agree.The morning rain had finally stopped.Thin wisps of smoke still drifted from the blackened remains of Warehouse Seventeen as forensic investigators moved carefully through the wreckage.Detective Marcus Hale stood near the collapsed entrance, watching evidence markers appear one by one.A young forensic officer approached carrying a clipboard."Preliminary report."Hale accepted it."Cause of death?""The victim was shot before the fire.""So the fire wasn't the murder weapon.""No, sir.""It was meant to destroy the evidence."Hale nodded.Exactly as he had suspected."What else?""We recovered three spent nine millimetre casings.""Any weapon?""Nothing yet."Hale looked toward the ruins.Whoever had done this had planned carefully.Too carefully.The taxi driver sat inside a temporary police interview tent wrapped in a grey blanket.A paper cup of untouched coffee rested beside him.Hale e

Sophia stepped into the alley behind the diner and pulled her coat tightly around herself.She did not look back.The message on her phone remained in her mind.Now they know you have the drive.She walked several blocks before stopping beneath the shelter of a closed shop.Her breathing had steadied, but her instincts had not.She looked across the road.Nothing.No dark vehicle.No familiar face.Still, she waited another minute before calling a taxi.She gave the driver an address that was not connected to her usual routine.An address almost no one knew.When the taxi stopped outside the property, Sophia looked through the window at the quiet house beyond the gates.Her father had left several properties behind, but this one had always felt different.It was secluded.Private.Almost forgotten.She paid the fare and stepped out.The taxi turned around and disappeared down the road.Sophia unlocked the pedestrian gate and walked inside.She locked it behind her before following the