Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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I sit in the cold, sterile interview room, my heart pounding in my chest. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glare on the metal table between me and the two detectives.

My hands tremble as I clutch the edge of my chair, trying to steady myself. Every muscle in my body is tense, and my throat feels like it's closing up.

"Ms. Nolan, you need to understand the seriousness of these charges," the older detective says, his voice gruff. "We have multiple witnesses who saw you push Ashlyn Brennan down those stairs. She is pressing attempted murder charges."

"I didn't push her!" I insist, my voice cracking under the weight of my desperation. "She set me up! She said horrible things to me, she provoked me!" I can feel my pulse in my temples, each beat a reminder of my mounting panic.

The younger detective leans forward, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "We've done our homework, Ms. Nolan. We know about your history with Mrs. Brennan and Jayden Brennan. There's a lot of bad blood there, isn't there?" His tone is accusatory, as if he's already made up his mind about me.

I shake my head vehemently, tears streaming down my face and blurring my vision. "You don't understand. Ashlyn has been trying to ruin my life for years. She paid my father to come back and use those kids against me. She even said she didn't care if she miscarried Jayden's baby. She wanted to make it look like I did it." My voice rises, raw and pleading, hoping they'll see the truth in my eyes.

skepticism clear. "Ms. Nolan, we have a hard time believing that," the older one says, his tone dismissive. "You're telling us she intentionally fell down the stairs to frame you?

have to believe me. She's crazy." My

out. Given the severity of the accusations and the witness statements, it doesn't look good for you." I watch in horror as they

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of the metal door behind me echoes in my ears, a sound that makes my stomach

desperation hits me like a physical blow. The other female inmates eye me with a mixture of curiosity and hostility, I try to find a corner to retreat to, but there is no escape from their penetrating gazes. "Hey, ain't you that rich bitch from the news?

my breathing steady, but the tension

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eyes narrowed and lips curling in a sneer. "You think you're better than us,

quietly, my voice shaking and

make sure you get what you deserve. Your big dollars can't protect you here." She gets up in my face, her breath hot against my skin. Your pretty face is

backside, and I shudder, a wave of revulsion washing over me. "Don't touch me," I manage to say, my voice barely a