Semua Bab I Married An Alpha After Divorce: Bab 61 - Bab 70

EDWARD’S POV The car rolled to a stop in front of the courthouse. As we stepped out, I pulled Clara close, keeping her shielded against the growing frenzy outside. Hundreds of reporters swarmed the entrances, cameras flashing. Onlookers bowed in respect as we pushed through the path made for us. “Alpha Edward!” Voices called out, desperate for my attention. I gave a curt nod to them, tightening my grip on Clara to keep her from being swallowed by the crowd. The guards at the entrance swung the doors open as we approached. I led Clara inside, our lawyer following closely behind. We took our seats at the front of the courtroom. I signaled to my lawyer, my voice kept low. “Any updates from Nathaniel’s legal team?” I asked, scanning the room for him. “None, Alpha,” he replied, shaking his head. Then, he added, “But you have nothing to worry about. This case will be over sooner than you think. Alpha Bennett will surely be convicted.” I gave a firm nod and turned away, reac

EDWARD’S POV I paced the hallway, fear coiling in my gut, my fingers shaking in panic. My eyes flicked toward the closed door, waiting and hoping for it to open. For the doctor or better yet, Clara. From the moment I found her in the bathroom, her face pale and hands around her stomach, I knew something was wrong. She hadn’t tried to hide it either, asking for the doctor immediately. We both suspected the same thing, though neither of us dared to voice it, afraid to get our hopes dashed. That had been over half an hour ago. Now, the doctor was inside, running the test, while I was left out here, my thoughts threatening to explode inside me. My heart pounded against my ribs, my hands clenched and unclenched at my sides. Every glance at my wristwatch only deepened my frustration. How long could it possibly take? I had imagined this moment before, countless times, but now that it was real, I was unprepared. I didn’t expect to feel this worried, my entire body thrumming with te

EDWARD’S POV “People are reacting to the court case involving Nathaniel Bennett,” Jaxon said, stealing a glance at me over the papers in my hands. I sighed and sat up, tossing the documents onto the desk. No matter how hard I tried to steer clear of anything concerning Nathaniel, no matter the promises I made to myself to stay out of his mess, somehow, his name kept surfacing, circling back to me like a curse I couldn’t shake. It was exhausting. Groaning, I shut my eyes, a dull headache already starting to press at my temples. “What exactly are they saying?” I asked, looking up. “Is it serious enough that I should care?” He hesitated, clearing his throat, and I gave him a sharp look, silently urging him to get on with it. “Well?” I pressed. Jaxon shifted on his feet, clearly uneasy. “Some people… they’re blaming you for Serena Carter’s death.” My brows lifted, the muscles in my face hardening. “Blaming me?” I asked, my irritation rising. “And why the hell would the

NATE’S POV I watched as my lawyer poured me a glass of wine, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips. “I told you my plan would work,” I said as he settled back into his chair, smoothing down his tie with the same smug expression I wore. He nodded, lifting his own glass. “Worked like a charm, just as you envisioned.” “You’re brilliant, my love,” Isla chimed in from the corner of the office. “Everyone’s talking about it across the territory. No one else could’ve pulled that off.” I rose to my feet, exhaling deeply as I ran a hand over my already slicked-back hair. “What can I say?” I said with a scoff. “Everything I’ve been working toward was achieved in a single move. It was so easy to get it done too.” I turned. “You’ve heard what they’re saying about Edward, right?” I asked, glancing down at my lawyer. He nodded. “People are talking about how he’s abusing his power, how his jealousy is driving him crazy. And your ex-wife? They finally see how bitter she really is.

CLARA’S POV I sat beside Edward at the very front of the hall, shifting my weight uncomfortably in the chair. The dress I wore was stunning but heavy. The layers of fabric clung to my body, weighed down further by the glittering jewelry adorning my neck and wrists. From the corners of my eyes, I could feel the stares. Nearly every woman in the room had their gaze fixed on me. Some looked on in awe, others in admiration but a few with jealousy. Despite the nausea churning in my stomach, I held my head high. I refused to appear weak in front of them. Today was a significant day, the Fruitful Banquet. It was a celebration of new life, of prosperity, and so many had gathered in our honor, the hall packed to the brim. I adjusted the folds of my gown around my ankles, then reached up to smoothen my hair. I needed to look flawless, to silence the rumors before they had a chance to spread. Edward leaned in, his hand brushing my hair gently away from my ear. “Alpha Reynold and his