All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

The governor didn’t blink. “Because your husband made it clear he wants no contact with you,” She said coldly. “He doesn’t want to see you. He sent a formal request to the prison stating that any visits from you would be unwanted. We are required to respect that.”Amelia’s bottom lip began to tremble. She pressed her hand against her belly. “He said that? He actually said he doesn’t want to see me?”“Word for word,” the governor said. “I have the paperwork.”Amelia felt the room spin. She gripped the edges of her chair. “But I have questions. I need to talk to him. I need to know why. He owes me that much. He owes me an explanation.”The governor opened a drawer and pulled out a white envelope. She placed it on the desk between them.“I tried to deliver this letter to you earlier today,” she said. “But you were unconscious in the medical unit. So here it is now.”She slid the envelope across the desk. It made a soft scraping sound against the wood.Amelia stared at it. Her heart

She touched his chest right over his heart. “And now she’s trying to manipulate you by shutting you out. That’s what guilty people do. They run. They hide. They make you feel like the bad guy.”She looked deep into his eyes.“Don’t let her do that to you,” she whispered. “Don’t let her make you doubt what you already know in your heart. You deserve better than a liar and a poisoner.”Alejandro stared at her. His anger slowly turned into something colder..“You’re right,” he said quietly. “You’re absolutely right.”Gabriella let out a small, relieved breath and gently rubbed his arms. “Good. Now let me help you calm down before you hurt yourself.” She turned toward the hallway and called out, “Clara! Can you bring Alejandro his special tea, please? The calming one.”A few minutes later, Clara walked in carrying a tray with a steaming cup. She placed it on the counter without a word and quietly left the room.Gabriella picked up the cup and handed it to Alejandro. “Drink this. It alw

THE COURTROOM – NEW YORK CITY COURTHOUSE – COURTROOM 7 – 10:00 AMThe courtroom was packed. Reporters filled the back rows, whispering and typing on their phones. Cameras waited outside the doors. The air was thick with tension.Amelia sat at the defense table in a simple dark dress that Rebecca had brought her. She looked pale and tired. Her belly was clearly showing now. She kept her hands folded on the table to stop them from shaking. Rebecca Stein stood beside her, wearing a sharp black suit and looking confident.The judge, an older man named Judge Morrison with gray hair and cold eyes, banged his gavel."We are back in session for the case of the People versus Amelia Favino," he said. His voice was flat and unfriendly. "Miss Stein, you may continue your defense."Rebecca stood tall. "Thank you, Your Honor. Today we will show that my client is innocent. The evidence against her was planted. Witnesses were paid. And the real criminals are still walking free."The prosecutor,

Rebecca finally looked at her. Her expression was calm. Professional and completely unreadable."Trust me," she said. "I know what I'm doing."The guards came and stood on either side of her. She rose from the witness stand on unsteady legs and walked toward the side door.As they led her out, she passed close to the gallery. For just a second, she thought she saw a familiar face near the back. A man in dark glasses, sitting very still.She blinked.He was gone. Or maybe he had never been there.The door closed behind her."I'm going to get us out of here," she whispered. "I promise."OUTSIDE THE COURTHOUSE — 12:45 PMMiguel sat in a black car across the street. Lucas was in the driver's seat."Did she see you, boss?" Lucas asked.Miguel took off his sunglasses. "She said my name. In front of everyone."Lucas shook his head. "That's dangerous. If anyone finds out you're alive…"Miguel stared at the courthouse doors. "I had to see her. She's carrying my brother's child. She's fighti

ALEJANDRO’S HOUSE — FRONT DOOR — 2:30 PMAriana stepped out of the car with baby Aiden resting on her hip.Her suitcases were still in the trunk.She hadn’t even gone home.After a fourteen-hour flight from Italy, she had come straight here.For weeks, Amelia had been calling her. Then suddenly, the calls stopped. The messages stopped. Everything stopped.When Ariana finally found someone who knew what had happened, she booked the first flight out of Rome without a second thought.She hadn’t even packed properly.Aiden grabbed a handful of her hair and giggled.Ariana smiled tiredly and kissed his forehead.“We’re going to see Aunt Amelia, little man,” she said softly. “She’s probably going to spoil you the second she sees you.”Aiden babbled happily. “Yeah, I missed her too.”Carrying him in one arm, Ariana walked up the front steps and lifted her hand to knock.Before her knuckles touched the door, it swung open.Ariana stopped.Her heart skipped a beat.She stared at the woman stan