All Chapters of Ex-wife becomes pregnant after divorce: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ancelotti stood rigid, the phone clutched in his hand like a lifeline that had just been severed. The hospital administrator's words echoed in his ears, each syllable a hammer blow to his carefully laid plans.“Jeffrey checked out this morning, sir. Against medical advice. He simply… left.”Ancelotti stared blankly at the expensive cityscape framed by his office window, his mind struggling to process the information. Jeffrey… gone? Vanished? It was impossible! He was supposed to be incapacitated, vulnerable, a pawn in Ancelotti's grand scheme.A surge of fury ripped through him. He slammed his fist against the polished surface of his mahogany desk, the sound reverberating through the room. "Damn it!" he roared, the sound echoing off the walls.He sank into his leather chair, his head in his hands. Years of meticulous planning, countless hours of careful maneuvering… all potentially for nothing. Jeffrey was the key, the linchpin that held everything together. Without him, Ancelotti's d

I knew they would come for her again. They were persistent, ruthless. They wouldn't give up until she was silenced for good.I needed to protect her. To shield her from the storm that was gathering on the horizon. But I also needed to uncover the truth. To unmask the puppet masters who were pulling the strings, to expose their motives, to dismantle their power.The kid. The one I had seen in the bushes near the dark place. He had witnessed too much. He posed a risk.I found him near the park a few hours later, loitering near the swings, his face pale and drawn. He tried to avoid my gaze, but I wouldn't allow it. I needed to assess him, to determine the extent of what he had seen, what he knew."You were at the abandoned building yesterday, weren't you?" I said, my voice low, devoid of menace, but laced with an undeniable undercurrent of authority.He hesitated, his eyes darting nervously. He was clearly terrified. He opened his mouth to deny it, but I cut him off."Don't lie to me," I

"I know, Ancelotti," Caroline said calmly. "But the police aren't convinced. They need concrete proof. And right now, all we have is your suspicion."Ancelotti ran a hand through his hair, frustration building inside him. "So what are we going to do? Just sit around and wait for J3ffreey to get away with murder?""No," Caroline said, her eyes narrowing. "We're going to find that proof ourselves."Ancelotti looked at her, a flicker of hope igniting within him. "How? How are we going to do that?""I have a plan," Caroline said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "But it's risky. Very risky."She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm going to get close to Maria. I'm going to infiltrate their inner circle. I'm going to find out what really happened to Maralyn."Ancelotti stared at her, his mouth agape. "You're crazy! That's insane! Maria is dangerous. She'll see right through you.""I'm a lawyer, Ancelotti," Caroline said, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I know

The city lights flickered as Caroline and Ancelotti drove through the streets, their minds racing with questions. Sarah was missing, and they had no time to waste.Caroline tightened her grip on the folder she found in Sarah’s apartment. The missing page, the offshore accounts—this was more than just leftover business from Maria and Jeffrey’s crimes. Someone was still pulling the strings.“I don’t like this,” Ancelotti muttered, keeping his eyes on the road. “Whoever took Sarah had a reason. And if they wanted her dead, we’d have found a body by now.”Caroline swallowed hard. “Then that means she’s still useful to them. For now.”Ancelotti’s jaw clenched. “We need to figure out who’s behind this. Maria and Jeffrey are in prison. So who else had something to lose?”Caroline glanced down at the documents. “Someone still running their business in the shadows.”The realization sent a chill down her spine.Maria and Jeffrey were only a piece of the puzzle. They spent the next several hour

Ancelotti knew they had no time to waste. Vincent DeLuca was dangerous, and as long as he remained free, Maria had a powerful weapon in her arsenal. If they wanted a chance to stop Maria’s next move, DeLuca had to go first.The only problem? DeLuca was untouchable.His influence ran deep, spanning politicians, police officers, and even judges. If they wanted him arrested, they had to build a case so airtight that not even his power could save him.And they had to do it fast.Ancelotti sat across from Caroline in the dimly lit safe house, stacks of documents scattered across the table. The tension in the air was thick, but their determination was stronger."We need proof," Caroline said, rubbing her temples. "Something big enough that even his friends in high places won’t be able to sweep it under the rug."Ancelotti nodded. "I have a contact—an old friend in cybersecurity. If DeLuca has been moving dirty money, we can trace it."Caroline sat up straighter. "If we can prove money laund