บททั้งหมดของ Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Bethany sat quietly by Alexa’s side in the hospital room, watching her closely.The beeping of the heart monitor and the sterile scent of disinfectant filled the air, creating an already uncomfortable atmosphere for someone like Bethany who does not like the smell and even though she tries to not have reasons to be at a hospital, she can’t seem to help it.Alexa’s eyelids flutter briefly before she finally opens her eyes. Her gaze is blurred and unfocused at first, as though she is trying to adjust to the bright white hospital lights above. When her vision finally clear, she notices Bethany sitting there, her expression filled with concern and relief that she has woken up.“Alexa, are you awake?” Bethany leaned forward, her voice soft but laced with worry. “How do you feel? Are you okay? I hope you don’t feel hurt anywhere?”Alexa frowned, confused.She blinked a few times and slowly looked around, realizing she was in a hospital bed. The room was unfamiliar, the sterile white walls an

The next morning, Bethany woke up to the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of birds faintly chirping outside the window or from Arthur’s morning playlist. A sleepy smile tugged at her lips as she stretched beneath the soft sheets, taking in the peaceful moment before her mind reminded her of Arthur’s infuriating secrecy about their honeymoon.She turned over and found Arthur already out of bed, though the warmth on his side of the mattress still lingered. As if on cue, the bedroom door creaked open, and there he was, holding two steaming mugs of coffee. His gaze softened when he saw her just waking up.“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Arthur greeted, stepping closer and handing her a mug.Bethany accepted it, sighing in contentment at the first sip. “Mmm. Okay, you’re forgiven for keeping secrets, just as long as the coffee effects last though.” she murmured, eyes still half closed.Arthur chuckled. “That easy? Maybe I should have brought coffee last night when you were gril

Silence swallowed the room whole, thick and suffocating… and bare.It was the kind of silence that came before the realization of something irreversible, something that can’t be taken back.John sat frozen, the weight of his crimes pressing down on him like an ocean tide. His breathing was shallow, erratic, his eyes darting between Daisy and Marsh. For the first time since his detention, it looked as if the reality of his situation had truly settled into his bones. He had managed to let his hope live somehow by believing that he did not kill Sienna and that with proper investigation, he would be released but now…That hope has shattered, never to be pieced together anymore.Daisy’s confession echoed in the room, refusing to be ignored.“She told me that John killed her mother. That he pushed her, Anita, off the bridge back at their hometown, into the water."Marsh let the words settle, savoring the sheer destruction playing out on John’s face. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed,

Bethany picks up Daisy’s phone from the coffee table, her heart racing. The caller ID reads “Quinn’s Case’s Officer.”Without overthinking it, she redials the number, already planning her next move. She needs to know what the officer has to say, but she doesn’t want to wake Daisy. As the phone rings, Bethany pinches her nose with one hand, slightly distorting her voice to make it less recognizable.The worldwide method of changing voices, hopefully, it works."Hello?" The officer's voice comes through, gruff but alert. "Who's this?"Bethany clears her throat, forcing herself to sound casual. “Hi Officer Reynolds, it’s Daisy Worth. Sorry, my voice is a little off, I just woke up. My sister in law told me you called and wanted to speak to me?”The officer hesitates. “You sound strange. Everything alright?”Bethany’s pulse quickens, hoping that he does not catch on, but she forces a small laugh. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just groggy. It's been a long day."After another moment of silence, the off

Bethany steps through the doorway, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The room is dimly lit, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and alcohol, the mini strobe lights just make the sense of thick drugs in the air only increase, and she already has a headache.The moment she enters, four pairs of male eyes snap up to her, taking in her appearance with a mixture of curiosity and predatory amusement.She lets her gaze drift lazily from one man to the next, feigning a slightly dazed expression. Then, as if just realizing something, she presses her fingers to her lips and lets out a soft giggle."Umm... I was told someone was looking for me?" Her voice is intentionally high-pitched, flirty, tinged with just the right amount of uncertainty and girlishness.Mostly with the naivety they are looking for.One of the men, a tall, broad-shouldered guy with slicked-back hair and an eager smile, immediately rises from his seat. His dark eyes roam shamelessly over her body, an