The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 105

Talking sense into a madman is like trying to reason with a brick wall, and the cops knew better than to waste their breath on an argument that was going nowhere.

"Mr. O'Brien, we'll head back now. Make sure to drop by the station to give your statement when you can."

Not wanting to spend another second in the tense atmosphere of the hospital room, the officers briskly exited.

Stella, equally uninterested in the melodrama unfolding before her, trailed after them, eager to leave as well.

As she passed by Haynes, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"

Her gaze was colder than a winter's night as she looked at him.

"I called the cops. As the one who reported this, I need to help with the investigation."

Haynes' deep, thoughtful eyes seemed to darken, as if he wanted to say something but held back with others in the room.

He turned to Benson. "What are you waiting for? Get her out of here."

not daring to hesitate any longer, ignored Rachel's protests

had thought Haynes had finally come to his senses when he let her off easy with just an apology to Rachel. But then, right

silent, not bothering to say

experiencing a peculiar blend of familiarity and remoteness. It had been a long time since he had seen her

the

his gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips,

couldn't find Abby. How could a simple housewife like me without

did you find

a hawk's. "If I

frowned slightly. "Rachel

you believe

between them, then Haynes

would I misunderstand her and not someone

voice, cool and calm, like a stream flowing over smooth

hired people to kidnap Rachel to make us break up. She's claustrophobic. I can't just leave her to

nothing between Rachel and

laugh. "If I had to guess, those late-night escapades of yours were for