Todos los capítulos de 5 Minutes to Divorce: Hidden Heiress Returns With His Baby: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The podcast episode dropped on a Tuesday morning at 6 AM.I found out about it at 6:47 when my phone started vibrating. Not ringing. Vibrating continuously, like it was trying to escape my nightstand.I should have ignored it. Should have stayed in bed, where Vincent had been pressed against my back until his phone called him away an hour earlier. Instead, I reached over and looked.Hundreds of notifications. Hundreds.Priscilla Cross's podcast—the one her brother Damian's family had been funding for years—had just released an episode titled "Abandoned: My Sister's Story of Betrayal." Except it wasn't Priscilla talking. It was Sienna.I clicked the link without thinking."I thought he loved me," Sienna's voice came through my speakers, wet with practiced tears. "And then she came into his life and he just... changed. Like I was never important to him at all."I listened to her describe me without ever saying my name. A seductress. A predator. A woman who had deliberately targeted Vinc

  Amara's POV Vincent came home at dawn on the fourth day. I was sitting in the kitchen, nine months pregnant and unable to sleep, watching the news coverage of my own destruction on mute. The television was cycling through the same photos over and over. Me and Vincent. Me and Naomi. Me and my "questionable" business practices with the Whitfield Foundation. I didn't hear him come in. I just turned around and he was there, looking like he'd been dragged through something brutal and come out the other side charred. "Where have you been?" I asked. "Fixing something," he said. "Fixing what I should have fixed months ago." Before I could ask what that meant, my phone rang. It was my lawyer.  "Your ex-fiancée just accepted a plea deal," he said. "Six months minimum. She's signing an NDA

CHAPTER 45: THE KIDNAPPINGFirst Person, Past Tense - Amara's POVI tried calling Naomi seventeen times.Seventeen.The first few times, I told myself she was just sleeping. The proposal had been emotionally exhausting. She'd been distant for a month. Maybe she'd gone home and collapsed into bed.By the eighth call, I was standing in the kitchen while Vincent and the three mothers cleaned up from dinner.By the fifteenth, I was pacing."She's not answering," I said to Vincent."She said she had to get back," he replied. He was washing dishes, his movements careful and steady. The way people move when they're trying not to react."I know what she said. But Naomi always answers. She could be in the middle of a funeral and she'd answer my call."Vincent set down a plate. "Her mom is here. Maybe—"But I was already moving toward the garden.Naomi's mother was still there, helping Catherine water the flow

CHAPTER 47: THE EXPLOSIONFirst Person, Past Tense - Amara's POVThe breach was clean."South wall is clear," Vincent's voice came through the earpiece. "Moving in. Ground floor first."K was narrating from her end. "I have visual on two guards. They're moving toward the south entrance. You have maybe ninety seconds before they reach the breach point.""Acknowledged," Clara's voice said. Calm. Professional. The voice of someone who'd done this a hundred times before.I was sitting on the edge of the couch, my hand on my stomach, feeling my daughter kick like she knew something was wrong. Naomi's mother was beside me, her hands clasped so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. Catherine was pacing."Guards neutralized," Vincent said. "We're in. K, give us the layout.""Basement level first," K said. "That's where the video signature is strongest. You're looking at approximately twelve rooms on the lower level. Most appear to be storage. One sealed door at the north end. That's likely

Amara's POVThe clock on the safe house wall read 2:14 AM when K went silent.She had been narrating since midnight. Steady, clipped, precise. Compound layout. Guard rotations. Vehicle positions. Her voice had never once wavered, not even during the first extraction, when the building came down around Vincent and I had sat frozen on the couch counting seconds.Now there was only static."K?" I said into the earpiece.Nothing."K, answer me.""She's working," Catherine said quietly from the chair beside me. "Give her a moment."I had been giving everyone moments for two days. Moments to rest. Moments to regroup. Moments to decide whether Naomi was still alive. I was tired of giving moments.Vincent's voice came through, low and controlled. "Approaching the east fence. Clara's checking the gate.""Copy," I said. My own voice sounded thin.I could hear him breathing. In, out. Slow. He was counting. I knew he was counting because he had told me once, on a quiet night in the garden, that c