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!

soul out of Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any object upon impact. If

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

spoke, “Please avoid

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

an anesthetic, but as you know, an overdose can

carries significant risk. The defense should stick

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

earnestly 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

all eyes on Cedric’s infuriating

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

She was terrified

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might lose control and laugh out loud

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

the case reached a deadlock, Jason sat down, his eyes a furious red, his heart unwilling to let go. The Ashbourne

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

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

the world would never know the true

Frederic to regret his cold–hearted foolishness,” Myra added

care less 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 grave to apologize, I wouldn’t care. It would just

remained as composed as a statue beneath water, his serenity bordering

his penetrating and unfathomable gaze shifted to Arnold,

debate had come to an

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

has no new evidence to present, then I invite the prosecutor to cross–examine the defendant,” Ivan, the presiding judge, said, moving

Arnold’s eyes, sharp

bowed solemnly to the bench and to

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

sunglasses, her clear eyes sparked with nervous energy, her heartbeat rippling like waves.

moment Arnold’s gaze retreated, her lips moved silently, mouthing the words “Good

for the defendant, Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating through the courtroom as his steely gaze fixed upon her, menacing and

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

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

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

Arnold was a different breed. Not only was he a crusader for justice, but he

to bribe him? His pocket change could bury