All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE DANGEROUS EX-BOYFRIEND: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

One day after Christmas. Winskie looked at his living room which was filled with several of his relatives and grandchildren. They all made a lot of noise two nights ago for celebrating Christmas which has become a tradition in the main house. Whereas in the past it was a tradition made by his late wife. He thought, after his wife died two years ago, his children and ten grandchildren would no longer come to his house for Christmas. But this year's Christmas they still came with screams that he hated so much. He had never liked children. They were all noisy little creatures who liked to cause trouble. If it weren't for his wife's desperate desire for children, he probably wouldn't have had three children from his marriage to his wife. But then he saw the need to have children as heirs to continue his bloodline and business. But again his plan did not go well. Her first child, Marina Winskie, works as a designer and has her own boutique in New York. Marina is married to a coal entrepre

Exactly as they promised. Thirty minutes after Zack handed over a change of clothes and toiletries, the team of investigators started to come for an interrogation session. The team was led by Tyler. This morning he looked as bright as the morning sun with lines of exhaustion printed on his face. But that didn't dampen Tyler's enthusiasm for interrogating Alex because he had been waiting for a moment like this for a long time. The moment when Alex got into trouble and there was no room for him to dodge. “Alright, let's just start this interrogation session. I'll introduce you to my comrades, Matthew and Andrew." None of them greet each other. Only a sharp look appeared in Alex's eyes as he looked at Matthew and Andrew alternately. The rest, he remained silent and put on a stiff face in front of the others. Feeling that Alex wasn't going to say anything, Zack took over the conversation with a brief introduction that seemed like a mere formality. "Last n

"Mr. Alex..." Sarah squeaked softly when she met Alex in introgation room. Alex had just come from his cell. He was called back into the interrogation room because the Winskies wanted him in that room too. Cross-checking will be done shortly. And actually, Alex was sick of being put in such a wrong condition. Moreover, this time the accusations weren't just directed at him. Sarah shouldn't be put in a difficult position that— he was sure she had nothing to do with the crime. But almost everyone in the room believed it to be his crime. "She hasn't been accompanied by a lawyer yet?" Alex nodded towards Sarah who was sitting across from him. Since entering this room Sarah's face looks frightened. Her hands also didn't stop moving on her lap restlessly. He could see it all from Sarah's movements, which looked very worried. Maybe the woman could pass out after this if one of the officers surprised her. "She is not yet a suspect. She's still a witness."

The atmosphere was tense and eerie. The lights had been turned off since an hour ago and there was only one light left to shed some light in the gloomy place. The smell of dust mixed with the smell of a group of people who rarely bathe is a mandatory smell that must be inhaled in this place. Sometimes when it rains heavily, water from outside will seep in from the windows and make the room more humid, causing a musty smell of mildew. Everything that is not worth it is available there. In that dump people are held accountable for their evil deeds in the past. Tonight Alex couldn't sleep and just stared blankly at the gloomy ceiling of his prison cell. The paint was peeling off here and there. Countless cobwebs hung from every corner of the dirty wall. The cot wasn't suitable either, but he tried to rest his body with a pillow that Zack had sent from his house. Pillow in prison is disgusting. Damp, smelly, and moldy all over the surface. He did not want his head to be placed o

The happy sunny week was suddenly ruined when an unknown man suddenly came to his house and had a serious conversation on the front porch. His mother, who was washing the cutlery they had used for a picnic this morning, trotted after his father when an unfamiliar guest was talking to his father. They were adults talking very quietly as if they were whispering to gossip about hot news, just like the women around their house did. Alex was about to stand up to follow his father, but his mother grabbed his arm roughly and told him to go to the backyard and feed the fish they caught today in the lake. He had wondered why his mother was like that. He wanted to stay there and follow his mother to the front porch, to join his father and the man who was chatting with his father. But the look on his mother's fierce face instantly frightened him. He had no choice but to go to the backyard to sprinkle fish food into the mini pond his father had made using an old bucket. Later when the fish grew