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!

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

interrupting sternly, “Your Honor, I

“Please avoid

before continuing, “So, the witness did not actually see the supposed act of murder by my client. Her testimony only suggests 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.

you

risk. The defense should stick to the facts and not

died from a fall. My client was present, but no

as a direct witness to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years before testifying. After twenty years, how reliable can

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

head low, desperately managing her expression, her cheeks twitching with the effort to restrain

She was terrified

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lose control and laugh

in life, what makes you think you can in death?

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

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

I was too gentle with him. I should’ve ripped his tongue out,

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

his cold–hearted foolishness,”

man who didn’t even bother to investigate the 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

the courtroom, Thaddeus remained as composed as a

moment, his penetrating and unfathomable gaze shifted to

come to

valiant comeback, only to be checked

then I invite the prosecutor to cross–examine the defendant,” Ivan, the presiding judge, said, moving the

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

solemnly to the

swept over

roses, pursed slightly. Behind her sunglasses, her clear

lips moved silently, mouthing

his voice resonating through the courtroom as his steely gaze fixed upon her, menacing

dry as she swallowed hard. Cedric, too, felt

Attorney’s office–a tough

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

a crusader for justice,

pocket change could