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 object upon impact. If people outside heard this bang, would they

Honor, I object to the defense attorney’s speculative

avoid

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

you know,

risk. The defense should stick to the facts and not play

a fall. My client was present, but no one can directly

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

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

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

She was terrified

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she might lose control and

couldn’t best me in

his heart unwilling to let

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

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

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

never allow Frederic to regret his cold–hearted foolishness,” Myra

what Frederic thinks. A 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 for that. If I were Mrs. Winter, even if Frederic came to my

as composed as a statue beneath water, his serenity bordering

moment, his penetrating and unfathomable gaze shifted to Arnold, the

had come to an end.

attempted a valiant comeback, only to be

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

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

bowed solemnly to the

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

the color of soft roses, pursed slightly. Behind her sunglasses, her clear eyes sparked

Arnold’s gaze retreated, her lips moved

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

dry as she swallowed

had heard the rumors about Arnold from the Elmsworth District Attorney’s office–a tough nut to crack, impervious

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

only was he a crusader for

pocket change could bury you!