His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

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Yolanda spilled every secret she’d been harboring, and once she’d purged twenty years of pent–up frustration and oppression, she slumped back into her chair, her entire body drenched in sweat.

In that moment, she was consumed with genuine self–reproach and regret.

She despised herself for not revealing the truth for twenty long years!

If only she hadn’t been so greedy back then, if she had had the courage to stand up to Elspeth’s threats and accuse that viper of murder, Cynthia might rest in peace, and she wouldn’t have suffered two decades of a life in turmoil.

She had been foolish beyond belief. Elspeth was just Mr. Abernathy’s mistress back then. Why did she fear a woman so vile?

If only Mr. Abernathy and his wife had reconciled, Elspeth would never have risen to power or remained within the Abernathy family. Even if she had been carrying Mr. Abernathy’s child, her fate would have been nothing more than a forced disappearance, leaving the child behind.

But it was too late for regrets.

The members of the Ashbourne family, present at the hearing, felt as if they had witnessed Thaddeus’s mother’s death with their

own eyes.

The three ladies and Nydia were already tear–stricken, Aaron looked gravely solemn, and even the usually stoic Cassius had a telltale redness rimming his eyes.

He, his brothers, and Evadne, had all lost their mothers at a young age. But compared to Thaddeus, they were fortunate.

The greatest agony wasn’t a mother dying from illness, but dying with eyes wide open, without peace.

“Your Honor, I have several questions for the witness regarding this case,” Cedric said, his eyes dark as he rose to his feet.

Evadne and Thaddeus knew he was bound to cause a commotion, desperate to protect Elspeth for the sake of his future. Despite being prepared, their hearts clenched in anticipation.

Judge Ivan nodded gravely, “Proceed.”

Cedric approached Yolanda, his gaze chilling, “Witness, you’ve accused my client of being the true perpetrator of Elspeth’s murder. Did you actually see my client push her down the stairs with your own eyes? A simple ‘yes‘ or ‘no‘ will suffice. Nothing

more.”

Jason’s brows furrowed in an instant, his fists clenching.

Yolanda could only answer truthfully, “No, I didn’t, but I clearly heard.”

Bang!

on the table, nearly scaring the soul out of Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any

I

spoke, “Please avoid hypothetical questions,

the last person to see the victim alive, a suspect, but not definitively the murderer. Moreover, you claimed my client attempted to poison the victim with fentanyl, but fentanyl is not a poison. It’s a commonly available anesthetic, even obtainable at clinics abroad, a completely legal

anesthetic, but as you know, an overdose can be

Cedric’s argument was sophistry and retorted fiercely, “Anything lethal carries significant risk. The defense should

was present, but no one can directly link Cynthia’s death

as a direct witness to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years before testifying. After twenty years, how reliable can her memory be? Could she have

silent, all eyes on Cedric’s infuriating face, anger simmering

managing her expression, her cheeks

She was terrified

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control and laugh out loud

me in

down, his eyes a furious red, his heart unwilling to let go.

Byron, strangled her in her cell,

nothing can shut his filthy mouth! I was too gentle with him. I should’ve ripped his tongue out, make him

too easy. But then, the world would never know the true cause of Thaddeus’s mother’s death, and

never allow Frederic to regret his

a murderer, what kind of regret could he possibly have? He’s too proud and arrogant for that. If I were Mrs. Winter, even if Frederic came to my grave to apologize, I wouldn’t care. It

the courtroom, Thaddeus remained as composed as a statue beneath water, his serenity

his penetrating and unfathomable gaze shifted to Arnold, the prosecutor.

had come to an

a valiant comeback, only to

has no new evidence to present, then I invite the prosecutor to cross–examine the defendant,” Ivan, the presiding judge, said, moving

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

bowed solemnly

over the last row, resting on Camille’s fair and

lips, the color of soft roses, pursed slightly. Behind her sunglasses, her

retreated, her lips moved

questions for the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating through the courtroom as his steely gaze fixed upon her, menacing and

like a drum, her throat dry as she swallowed hard. Cedric, too, felt a knot tighten in

District Attorney’s office–a tough nut

Many a tycoon sought to woo them, hoping for a get–out–of–jail–free card when it mattered most. While

a crusader for justice, but he

to bribe him? His pocket