All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife; You'll Regret It : Chapter 71
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Chapter Seventy One
Chapter 71The reporters had done what they did best. Less than half an hour after the chaos, a flurry of headlines flashed across screens, tickers scrolled with urgency, and social media was flooded with updates. The public’s appetite for sensational news was insatiable, and the story of the murder, the mob, and now Mirella waking up was impossible to ignore. Every outlet seemed to be competing for the fastest scoop, and none had patience for accuracy over speed.Inside the small office block of The Daily Sentinel, the chief editor moved like a whirlwind. Her heels clicked against the polished floors as she navigated between desks, fielding greetings from some staff members and offering curt nods to others. A few junior reporters waved, hoping for acknowledgment; she ignored them, eyes fixed on the tasks she had to juggle.Minutes later, she stopped abruptly. The office was unusually quiet now, the staff watching her with a mixture of respect and apprehension. She raised a hand and s
Chapter Seventy Two
The phone line remained active, and the chief editor listened carefully as the voice on the other end continued, dripping with mockery. “At least you got the attention you wanted so badly,” the caller sneered.Anger surged through her, hot and sharp, but for a moment, she found herself unable to respond. Words caught in her throat as the weight of the call pressed against her. The tone, the mockery—it all cut deeper than any reprimand from the staff, any deadline missed, or any crisis she had faced before.“You’re just a tool,” the caller continued, voice calm now but with an unmistakable undercurrent of menace. “A tool for getting what I need. And don’t forget it.”Her fingers clenched around the phone, knuckles white. She wanted to retort, to argue, to remind this person that she was not theirs to command—but the pause in the conversation, the cold certainty of the threat, made her hesitate. She had no ground to fight on, not now.“By the way,” the caller added casually, “I’ll wir
Chapter Seventy Three
By noon, the interrogation room felt smaller than it actually was.Kaelen had been seated there for hours, his back straight against the cold metal chair, his hands resting calmly on the table despite the tension coiled tightly in his chest.The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second stretching longer than the last, the rhythmic sound echoing off the painted cinderblock walls like a countdown.He had already given his statement—twice.He had answered every question they asked, clarified timelines down to the minute, explained his movements with clinical precision, and cooperated with every invasive procedure they required of him.Still, they kept him there.Personally, it was humiliating.He was the CEO of Novax, a man used to the high-stakes atmosphere of boardrooms and global negotiations, not the harsh glare of interrogation lamps and the smell of stale coffee and floor wax.Yet he endured it all without complaint.He kept his voice steady, his posture composed, his express
Chapter Seventy Four
Chapter 74Kaelen had lost track of how long he’d been sitting there, the hours bleeding into one another until time felt like a stagnant pool.The interrogation room was quiet now, too quiet compared to the frantic shouting and the overlapping voices that had defined the chaos outside earlier that morning.The questions had finally stopped, leaving only a lingering ringing in his ears.The officers had come and gone in a revolving door of navy uniforms and stern expressions.His statement had been taken, recorded, verified, and repeated back to him more times than he cared to count, each repetition draining a little more of his patience.At this point, he was simply waiting for the gears of bureaucracy to finish their slow, agonizing turn.Waiting had never been his strength, as he preferred to be the one driving the momentum rather than sitting at the mercy of it.His phone vibrated against the cold metal table, the sound sharp and sudden in the oppressive stillness of the small roo
Chapter Seventy Five
Jonah did not let the silence stretch too long.“The good news,” he said, finally, “is that not everyone stayed quiet.”Kaelen leaned back slightly in the passenger seat, one arm resting against the door, his eyes tracking the passing streetlights. “Go on.”“Some of the media companies that attended the conference last time spoke up,” Jonah continued. “They pushed back against the articles that started circulating this morning.”Kaelen’s brows drew together faintly, his interest piqued but cautious. “Pushed back how?”“They questioned the credibility of the reports,” Jonah said. “They didn't just issue denials; they pointed out specific inconsistencies in the timeline of the allegations. A few editors even ran op-eds hinting that the sheer speed of the media blitz suggested a coordinated effort—that there might be a bigger conspiracy behind the smear campaign.”Kaelen straightened a little. That, he had not expected. In an industry built on clicks and scandal, neutrality was rare, but
Chapter Seventy Six
The ballroom glittered under the soft golden light of chandeliers, and laughter mingled with the delicate strains of the orchestra.Guests floated around in elegant gowns and tailored suits, champagne glasses in hand, exchanging pleasantries that often carried more weight than the words themselves.Riley sat alone at a small table in the corner, fingers idly scrolling through her phone.She adjusted the strap of her dress absentmindedly, though her attention was entirely elsewhere.Darren, true to form, had disappeared without warning while she was distracted by a greeting from one of the hosts.He hadn’t left a word or explanation, leaving her in the company of Aiden, who sat in the chair beside her.The six-year-old was hunched over his tablet, his small thumbs flying across the screen as he navigated a colorful game, oblivious to the high-society posturing surrounding them.Riley didn’t mind his presence; he was quiet enough when occupied.But her focus remained glued to her phone.
Chapter Seventy Seven
Miranda’s apartment was quiet and it looked like a place only vampires would stay in.The curtains were drawn halfway, allowing dull daylight to seep in without committing to brightness.A mug sat abandoned on the kitchen counter, untouched, and the faint hum of a laptop fan was the only sound breaking the silence.Miranda stood near the couch, arms crossed, her expression unmistakably irritated.“You know,” she said flatly, “most people knock with apologies when they show up unannounced. Especially when it’s barely noon.”Kaelen ignored the jab.He had expected the cold reception, knowing her temperament was never at its best when the sun was still climbing the sky.Miranda was always like this when her routine was disrupted, and today was no exception to her rigid rules of morning solitude.He didn’t bother responding to her complaint or offering a hollow excuse for his intrusion.Instead, he took two steps forward and went straight to the point.“There was a murder at Novax,” he sa
Chapter Seventy Eight
The drive away from Miranda’s apartment was quiet, but Kaelen’s mind wasn’t.The city moved around him in a blur—traffic lights, pedestrians, storefronts—but he barely registered any of it.Miranda’s words replayed over and over in his head, each repetition making them feel heavier, more precise.Chaos as a shield.Noise as a distraction.Follow the money, not the headlines.The theory made sense.Too much sense.By the time he reached the next intersection, another image surfaced in his mind, uninvited but insistent.The chief editor.Her sharp tone.The way she had bristled the moment he challenged her.The agitation that had gone beyond grief, beyond professional outrage.At the time, he had dismissed it.A colleague had died.Anyone would be emotional.Anyone would lash out.But now, with Miranda’s reasoning fresh in his mind, the memory shifted shape.Kaelen tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white against the leather.She hadn’t just been angry.She h
Chapter Seventy Nine
The bricks in this part of town were slick with a greasy kind of moisture that seemed to sweat out of the cracks, and the air smelled like a mix of wet cardboard and exhaust. Darren stood in the deepest part of the shadows, his tailored suit jacket feeling far too tight across his shoulders. He adjusted his cuffs for the tenth time, then checked his watch again. The glowing hands told him it had been exactly seven minutes since he arrived, but it felt like three hours.He shifted his weight, his expensive leather shoes clicking softly against the uneven pavement. He checked his watch again. Then he adjusted his tie. Then he ran a hand through his hair, glancing nervously toward the mouth of the alley. Every distant siren or clatter of a trash can lid made his heart do a frantic little dance against his ribs. He looked like a man who was terrified of being seen, but even more terrified of being stood after."Nice suit, Darren. Really. That’s some high-quality shit right there."The v
Chapter 80
Darren returned to the event hall with his jaw tight and his steps sharp, irritation clinging to him like a second skin.The encounter outside still replayed in his mind—the gang’s arrogance, their thinly veiled threats, and the way they had spoken to him as if he were already beneath them.He clenched his fist as he walked, reminding himself that it would all end soon.Once everything fell into place, none of them would dare look down on him again.The music in the hall was lively, laughter spilling across the space as guests moved from one conversation to another, glasses clinking, smiles carefully curated.Darren barely noticed any of it.His attention was fixed on one thing as he scanned the room.Riley.His gaze locked onto the table where they had been seated earlier.For a split second, relief flickered through him when he spotted her familiar silhouette.But the feeling vanished just as quickly.A tall man stood beside her.Darren slowed, his eyes narrowing.The man’s back was