Semua Bab The Ex-Wife's Secret: Bab 81 - Bab 90

“You won’t believe this,” Elias said, his voice tense as he stormed into the living room.I looked up from the book I was pretending to read. After Selene’s arrest, things had been a whirlwind of police interviews, media harassment, and tense boardroom meetings. All I wanted was a moment of peace, but that clearly wasn’t happening.“What is it now?” I asked, bracing myself.He tossed a thick manila folder onto the coffee table. “A report from a private investigator I hired.”My heart sank. “Please tell me it’s good news.”Elias rubbed the back of his neck, his expression grim. “Selene wasn’t working alone.”The words hung in the air like a dark cloud. My stomach churned. “What do you mean?”“There’s evidence that she had an accomplice—a hidden partner who helped orchestrate everything,” he explained. “We just don’t know who it is yet.”I clenched my fists. “Why can’t this nightmare just be over?”Elias sank onto the couch beside me, his jaw tight. “I thought putting Selene behind bars

"Elias, there's another patrol outside the gates." I peered through the living room window, my nerves raw. "Is this necessary?"He stood behind me, his hand resting firmly on my shoulder. "After that letter, I'm not taking any chances. They’re here to protect you and the baby."I turned to face him, my heart heavy. "This is my fault, isn't it? Coming back into your life has put us in danger."His brow furrowed, and he cupped my face with both hands. "Don't ever say that. This isn't your fault, Victoria. It's mine—for not seeing the threats sooner. But I swear to you, I will protect you both."I wanted to believe him, but the weight of the threat lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. "Selene won't stop, will she?"His jaw clenched. "No, but neither will I. I've already doubled the security at the house and at Westbrook Industries. And Marcus is running a full investigation into that letter."A chill ran down my spine as I remembered the jagged handwriting and the chilling words:

“You’re awfully quiet.” I glanced at Elias as we paced down the corridor toward the conference room. His face was a stoic mask, but the tension rolling off him was palpable.“Just trying to control my temper,” he muttered.I touched his arm, making him stop. “Whatever happens in there, keep your head. We need answers, not chaos.”His eyes flickered with stormy determination. “I know. But if this is what I think it is, someone’s going to wish they’d never been born.”We entered the room, and every head turned toward us. Sitting at the long oak table was Gregory Langston, a trusted board member who had worked with Westbrook Industries for nearly two decades. He looked up, his expression shifting between guilt and defiance.Elias didn’t waste time. “Care to explain why your name is all over the surveillance files and transaction logs linking you to Selene’s little empire?”Gregory's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Elias, I can explain—”“Don’t,” Elias cut him off coldly. “I’ve heard

“Are you sure about this?” Victoria’s voice trembled as she hovered over Elias’s laptop, her brows furrowed in disbelief.Elias nodded grimly, his jaw tight. “It’s all there—wire transfers, coded messages, and backroom deals. Senator Mitchell has been bankrolling Selene’s operations from the start.”I swallowed hard, the weight of the revelation making my chest tighten. “A sitting senator? This is bigger than we thought. What does he have to gain from helping Selene?”Elias leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “Control. With Selene in charge of Westbrook Industries, Mitchell would have access to billions in assets and influence over every major market we operate in.” He paused, his voice low. “He’s not just a silent partner—he’s the mastermind behind everything.”My stomach churned. It was one thing to battle Selene, but going up against a powerful politician? That was a different beast entirely. “So what do we do now? Exposing him could make us targets.”Elias’s eyes darkene

“You’re saying the evidence was tampered with?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.Elias nodded grimly. “Our legal team confirmed it this morning. Selene’s lawyers are playing dirty.”My breath caught in my throat. The stakes were already high—too high—and now this? “Do they have any proof that I was involved?” My voice faltered at the end, but I forced myself to meet his gaze.“No.” His tone was firm, unyielding. “And they never will. But that doesn’t mean they won’t try to paint you as guilty again.”A sharp knock on the door interrupted us. Marcus, Elias’s head of security, entered, his expression unreadable. “It’s time. The judge is ready to proceed.”Elias took my hand without hesitation. “We’ll get through this together,” he promised.I squeezed his hand, drawing strength from his unwavering presence. “Let’s end this once and for all.”---The courtroom was packed, buzzing with tension. The media had turned out in droves, their cameras flashing as Elias