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!

nearly scaring the soul out of Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any object upon impact. If people outside heard this

I object to the defense attorney’s

avoid hypothetical

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,

you know, an overdose can be

fiercely, “Anything lethal carries significant risk. The defense should stick to

from a fall. My client was present, but no one can directly link Cynthia’s death

at Judge Ivan, “Your Honor, the plaintiff’s witness cannot serve 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?

Cedric’s infuriating face, anger simmering in their

expression, her cheeks twitching with the effort to restrain herself.

She was terrified

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might lose control and

Cynthia, you wretch! You couldn’t best me in life, what makes

his heart

from the start, like with Byron, strangled her in her cell, or drowned her in a toilet bowl, and be done with it!” Aviana seethed

with him. I should’ve ripped his tongue out, make him a

sighed, “Killing someone is too easy. But then, the world would never know the true cause

to regret his cold–hearted

death of the woman he loved, who blindly spent twenty years married to 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,

the courtroom, Thaddeus remained as composed

and unfathomable gaze shifted

had come to

had attempted a valiant comeback, only to be checked by Cedric’s

the prosecutor to cross–examine the defendant,” Ivan, the presiding

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

rose slowly. He bowed solemnly to the bench and

into his chair, his piercing gaze inadvertently swept over the last row, resting

pursed slightly. Behind her sunglasses, her clear eyes

lips moved

voice

as she swallowed

heard the rumors about Arnold from the Elmsworth District Attorney’s office–a tough nut

a sensitive bunch with tremendous power. Many a tycoon sought to woo them, hoping for a get–out–of–jail–free card when it mattered most. While many prosecutors appeared upright, they often conducted backdoor dealings, serving the wealthy

breed. Not only was he a

to bribe him? His pocket change could