Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 671

"Zachary?"

Sarah didn't push him away. She just found his behavior today strangely out of character.

She had never seen Zachary like this before. Even when she thought back to everything that had happened between them, the only time she had ever seen him truly broken was at the cemetery. He had stood there, dressed in a black suit, in front of his mother's tombstone. The black-and-white photo on the grave was somber and still, while the sorrow hidden in Zachary's eyes felt endless.

Mr. Lambert had mentioned to her earlier that he'd seen Zachary and Charlie together today. Could it be... Zachary already knew the truth?

What kind of terrible, heartbreaking truth could possibly leave a man like him looking this devastated?

"Did you... find out something?" Sarah asked him softly.

Zachary buried his head against her shoulder, giving a low, muffled reply. When he had been at the factory, listening to the things Charlie said, he had forced himself to stay calm, keeping up the image of a rational, emotionless investigator. But deep down, hearing anything about his mother still sent his emotions into complete turmoil. He didn't want to believe that these people so ruthless, so cold-blooded — had destroyed everything in their way just to cover up a truth far more disgusting than he had imagined.

Still, when he thought about it again, he wasn't really surprised. They had been willing to swap out even the chemical butanol, willing to let the entire factory go down with them — all just to hide that secret.

"Her death wasn't an accident."

sudden words caught

a beat. By "her," he could only mean Mrs. Reynolds

asked carefully. She wasn't sure if Zachary was ready to talk about

lifted toward the endless sky. His voice was distant, weighed

The Wilsons

Just seven simple words.

guessed before, and all the things Charlie's

a conspiracy from

didn't press for more details. If Zachary was

still too many obstacles — too many moments of "the time isn't right." She didn't know when that

half hour, Zachary just sat quietly by the roadside,

piece of wild grass, trying to braid it into the shape of a

to the way things used to be - before Vivian, before the factory, before all this chaos. Just

Sanders

thought for a second.

Mr. Sullivan was no longer in the way,

from top to bottom. The factory was