His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 583

Yolanda spilled every secret she’d been harboring, and once she’d purged twenty years of pent–up frustration and oppression, she slumped back into her chair, her entire body drenched in sweat.

In that moment, she was consumed with genuine self–reproach and regret.

She despised herself for not revealing the truth for twenty long years!

If only she hadn’t been so greedy back then, if she had had the courage to stand up to Elspeth’s threats and accuse that viper of murder, Cynthia might rest in peace, and she wouldn’t have suffered two decades of a life in turmoil.

She had been foolish beyond belief. Elspeth was just Mr. Abernathy’s mistress back then. Why did she fear a woman so vile?

If only Mr. Abernathy and his wife had reconciled, Elspeth would never have risen to power or remained within the Abernathy family. Even if she had been carrying Mr. Abernathy’s child, her fate would have been nothing more than a forced disappearance, leaving the child behind.

But it was too late for regrets.

The members of the Ashbourne family, present at the hearing, felt as if they had witnessed Thaddeus’s mother’s death with their own eyes.

The three ladies and Nydia were already tear–stricken, Aaron looked gravely solemn, and even the usually stoic Cassius had a telltale redness rimming his eyes.

He, his brothers, and Evadne, had all lost their mothers at a young age. But compared to Thaddeus, they were fortunate.

The greatest agony wasn’t a mother dying from illness, but dying with eyes wide open, without peace.

“Your Honor, I have several questions for the witness regarding this case,” Cedric said, his eyes dark as he rose to his feet.

Evadne and Thaddeus knew he was bound to cause a commotion, desperate to protect Elspeth for the sake of his future. Despite being prepared, their hearts clenched in anticipation.

Judge Ivan nodded gravely, “Proceed.”

Cedric approached Yolanda, his gaze chilling, “Witness, you’ve accused my client of being the true perpetrator of Elspeth’s murder. Did you actually see my client push her down the stairs with your own eyes? A simple ‘yes‘ or ‘no‘ will suffice. Nothing more.”

Jason’s brows furrowed in an instant, his fists clenching.

Yolanda could only answer truthfully, “No, I didn’t, but I clearly heard.”

Bang!

on the table, nearly scaring the soul out of Yolanda, “Sounds can be made by any object upon impact. If people outside heard

his hand, interrupting sternly, “Your Honor, I object to the defense attorney’s speculative

Ivan spoke, “Please avoid hypothetical questions,

continuing, “So, the witness did not actually see the supposed act of murder by my client. Her testimony only suggests that my client was the last person to see the victim alive, a suspect, but not definitively the murderer. Moreover, you claimed my client attempted to poison the

but as you know, an overdose

carries significant risk.

client was present, but no one can directly link Cynthia’s death to my

earnestly at Judge Ivan, “Your Honor, the plaintiff’s witness cannot serve as a direct witness to this case. Plus, this witness disappeared for twenty years

fell silent, all eyes on Cedric’s infuriating face,

her cheeks twitching with the effort to

She was terrified

might lose control and laugh out loud in

me in life, what makes you

eyes a furious red, his heart unwilling to let go. The Ashbourne family members looked ready to tear Elspeth

strangled her in her cell, or drowned her

too gentle with him. I should’ve

is too easy. But then, the world would never know the true cause of Thaddeus’s mother’s death, and he would never

to regret his cold–hearted

Thaddeus couldn’t care less what Frederic thinks. A man who didn’t even bother to investigate the death of the woman he loved, who blindly spent twenty years married to a murderer, what kind of regret could he possibly have? He’s too proud and arrogant for that.

that hung over the courtroom, Thaddeus remained as composed as a statue beneath water, his serenity bordering

and unfathomable gaze

come to

only to be checked by Cedric’s relentless

prosecutor to cross–examine the defendant,” Ivan, the

bowed

inadvertently swept over the last row, resting on Camille’s fair and comely face.

slightly. Behind her sunglasses, her clear eyes sparked with nervous

her lips moved

Elspeth,” Arnold announced, his voice resonating through

dry as she swallowed hard. Cedric, too, felt a knot tighten

Elmsworth District Attorney’s office–a tough nut to crack, impervious to bribes and