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!

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

raised his hand, interrupting sternly, “Your Honor, I object

avoid

that my client was 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

an anesthetic, but as you know, an overdose

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

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

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

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

head low, desperately managing her expression, her cheeks

She was terrified

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that she might lose control and laugh out loud in relief!

thought, “Oh, Cynthia, you wretch! You couldn’t best me in life, what makes you think you can in death?

Jason sat down, his eyes a furious red, his heart unwilling to let go. The Ashbourne family members looked

We should’ve handled it from the start, like with Byron, strangled her in her cell, or drowned her

can shut his filthy mouth! I was too gentle with him. I should’ve ripped

would never know the true cause of Thaddeus’s mother’s death,

Frederic to regret his cold–hearted foolishness,” Myra

to a murderer, what kind

remained as composed as a statue beneath water, his serenity bordering on terrifying.

penetrating and unfathomable

debate had come to

comeback, only to be checked by

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

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

slowly. He bowed solemnly to the

he resettled into his chair, his piercing gaze inadvertently swept over the last row, resting on Camille’s fair

color of soft roses, pursed slightly. Behind her sunglasses, her clear eyes sparked with nervous energy, her heartbeat rippling

retreated, her lips moved silently, mouthing the words “Good

the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating through the courtroom as his steely

swallowed hard. Cedric, too,

District Attorney’s office–a

hoping for a get–out–of–jail–free card when it mattered most. While many prosecutors appeared upright, they often conducted

Arnold was a different breed. Not only was he a

bribe him? His pocket change could