Mag-log inChapter 125 (Andre’s POV)The ride home felt endless. Through every turns, every stop light, the memories replayed in my head.Vanessa’s voice, her laughter, the small moments we shared together, her tears the day I was taken away.The home I’d left behind.Everything I’d almost lost.When the car finally parked, my pulse hammered like a drum. I didn't know how I would react after seeing her in such a long time, but I knew my heart still yearned and called out to her.The door opened before I even reached for the knob.And there she was.Her belly was round and full, her skin glowing despite the exhaustion in her eyes. She froze at the doorway, one hand clutching her chest as if she couldn’t believe I was real. Then the tears came, and I barely had time to open my arms before she was in them.She clung to me like she was afraid I’d vanish again, sobbing into my chest, whispering my name over and over.“You’re back… you’re really back… Andre.”Her words tore through me. I held her fac
Chapter 124(Andre’s POV)October 16Today wasn’t just another hearing. It was judgment day — for Elizabeth, for me, for everything that had been rotting beneath the Garcia name for years.When I walked into the courtroom, I felt control. Cold, absolute control.The kind that comes from losing everything and realizing the only thing left is your will. I’d been dragged, humiliated, stripped of my position and reputation, but not of my pride. Pride was the one thing Elizabeth could never tamper with, no matter how much she tried.Stanley gave me a firm nod from the back. He didn’t have to say a word. We’d come too far to look back now.Across the room, Elizabeth sat stiffly in her seat. She wore a navy blue suit. The same color she always wore when she wanted to look powerful. But this time, I saw it: her fingers twitching on her lap, her left eye blinking too often. She already knew her fate was sealed.Good.The judge entered, the usual rustle sweeping through the room. I stood when a
Chapter 123 Third POV:Moments later, the hearing was concluded and adjourned till another date due to the new evidence presented. The new discovery had shifted the case in an unexpected direction.Elizabeth remained restless. Her mind was a whirlwind of panic. She had spent the past hours calling every powerful connection she’d ever helped, every favor she was owed. One by one, they turned her down. Yet she refused to give up.*Art Gallery Office*Elizabeth stood in the middle of her office, the thick soundproof walls swallowing the noise of the bustling world outside. Her chest heaved as she stared at the wide screen streaming the trial replay. She’d been watching it over and over again, desperate to pinpoint where it all began to crumble. Where her world had turned on her without a warning.But no matter how much she replayed it, she couldn’t find the answer.Her palms were sweaty. Her lipstick was smeared. Her carefully styled ponytail had loosened, stray strands clinging to her
Chapter 122Third POV:Today was D-Day—the final hearing that would determine Andre's fate, and possibly Elizabeth's. The courtroom brimmed with tension as people filed into their seats. Outside, lights flashed and cameras clicked while reporters shouted questions. Inside, the air was thick with a nervous energy that refused to settle.Andre sat calm and composed, jaw clenched, eyes fixed ahead, revealing nothing. Behind him, Stanley gave a firm, quiet nod of reassurance—the only thing Andre needed to hold steady.Vanessa wasn’t in the courtroom. At Stanley's insistence, she had stayed away. Thirty-two weeks pregnant and prone to dangerous spikes in blood pressure over the smallest stress, she didn’t need to witness this.Elizabeth entered moments later with her team, dressed in a navy-blue corporate dress, heels clicking against the tile, walking as if she owned the very air. Her entrance was impossible to ignore.From the Garcia family, she was the only one present to “support” Andr
Chapter 121*Third Person POV*The polished desk felt cold beneath Alisha's trembling fingertips as she stared at the file spread before her like evidence of a crime she'd unknowingly helped commit. The afternoon sunlight streaming through Elizabeth's office windows seemed to mock the darkness of what lay within those pages.She read it once. Twice. Three times, each reading making her stomach churn with increasing violence. Vanessa's hospital records. Police reports from the attack at Vanessa's home, complete with crime scene photographs that made bile rise in her throat. Blood spatter analysis. Broken glass. Evidence of a struggle that could have ended in death.Why would Elizabeth have all of this in her personal files?The answer hit her like a physical blow. The case had been compromised from the beginning, manipulated by someone with enough power to access confidential police records and medical files.Nausea rolled through her gut in waves. She pressed a hand to her mouth, figh
Chapter 120Andre's POV:The morning air bit through my suit as I stood outside the courthouse, wrists bound in cold steel that seemed to mock everything I'd once been. Two officers flanked me—their bulk matching my own height, their expressions professionally neutral. But it was the sea of faces beyond them that made my blood run cold.Cameras erupted like gunfire from every angle. Reporters pressed against the barriers like hungry wolves, their eyes gleaming with predatory anticipation. Some faces in the crowd wore masks of pity—those few who still remembered the man I used to be. But most? Most radiated pure, undiluted pleasure at witnessing my spectacular fall from grace. I could practically taste their hunger for my destruction, bitter and metallic on my tongue.The betrayal cut deeper with each flash of the cameras. Stanley had assured me during his last visit that my father's influence had kept my arrest under wraps. The first hearing should have been a quiet affair, handled di
Chapter 29Vanessa's POV:"What makes you think she's better than Stanley, brother?" She asked but he didn't give a reply. She exhaled deeply,"Anyways, In case you're firing her soon, we should offer her a job at the mansion, she looks like she fits in here more than working as your assistant. I'd lik
Chapter 32Vanessa's POV:As we stepped outside, I edged away from him, maintaining a distance, wanting to create some space between us. "Sir, why are you here? I thought you don't come to places like this?" This restaurant is not a place extravagant, so I doubt he'd come here just for himself."You se
Chapter 28Vanessa's POV:Continuation...Upon my return to the office, he had already packed up. I wondered if we were done for the day. Before I could voice my question, he seemed to read my mind."Yes, we're finished. Did you treat your face?" He inquired, and I nodded in response."Pack your things q
Chapter 26Vanessa's POV:The night in the car with Mr. Garcia had been humiliating, and I couldn't shake off the burning heat that had crept into my cheeks. His harsh words and actions left a lasting wound, and I found it hard to forget the way my face flushed with humiliation. What did he think of m







