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!

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

I object to the defense attorney’s speculative

Ivan spoke, “Please avoid

suggests that my client was the last person to see the victim alive, a suspect, but not definitively the

anesthetic, but as you know, an overdose

sophistry and retorted fiercely, “Anything lethal carries significant risk. The defense

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

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

courtroom fell silent, all eyes on Cedric’s infuriating face,

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

She was terrified

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lose control and laugh out loud in relief!

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

red, his heart unwilling to let go. The

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

that Cedric, nothing can shut his filthy mouth! I was too gentle with him. I should’ve ripped

“Killing someone is too easy. But then, the world would never know the true cause of Thaddeus’s mother’s

his cold–hearted

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

the thick tension that hung over the courtroom, Thaddeus remained as composed as a statue beneath water, his serenity

his penetrating and unfathomable

had come to an end.

comeback, only to be

invite the prosecutor to cross–examine

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

a falcon’s, rose slowly. He bowed solemnly to the bench

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

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

lips moved silently,

Arnold announced, his voice resonating through the courtroom as his steely gaze

pounded like a drum, her throat dry as she swallowed hard. Cedric, too, felt a

District Attorney’s office–a tough nut to crack, impervious to bribes

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

a

bribe him? His pocket