Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 852:

Two culprits?

Fiona turned her gaze toward Dulce, surprised.

Despite her slight frame, Dulce was forcefully ushering the group out, reminiscent of how Lacey used to defend her in their youth.

The loss of a loved one felt like an abrupt deluge, overwhelming her in its wake.

She missed Lacey and the days before her marriage.

In her deepest despair, Fiona contemplated that in death, she might reunite with Lacey and her son, believing there was nothing left for her in this world.

“Leave! Now!” Dulce forcefully shut the door behind them.

She was aware that the commotion might disturb Fiona, yet it was the only way to ensure their departure.

“Are you awake?” Dulce asked.

Fiona lay still, gazing blankly at the ceiling, devoid of any fighting spirit. “Why are you here?”

“Michael is coordinating with the police. I stayed to keep you company. I’m here for whatever you need.”

A tear escaped Fiona’s eyes. “So, it truly was Crowell?”noveldrama

Dulce bowed her head, a gesture of respect and sorrow. “You need to rest now.”

“Answer me!” Fiona let out a hollow, mocking laugh. “Do you really think I’m too fragile to face the truth? Don’t worry. Even if it kills me, I’ll see Crowell pay dearly.”

Dulce hesitated, then her voice softened. “Do you know Cara Diaz?”

“Yes.”

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Dulce revealed that she had learned from the police about Cara’s parents’ disapproval of Crowell’s son, leading Cara and Crowell to stage the tragedy as an accident.

The police had uncovered their incriminating chat logs planning the deed, resulting in their arrests.

Michael was pushing for the severest sentence.

Their families, unable to persuade Michael, sought Fiona’s forgiveness to mitigate their punishment.

But under these circumstances, how could Fiona possibly consent?

She harbored fantasies of exacting cruel revenge and certainly had no intention of extending forgiveness.

Fiona sobbed again, her body wracked with waves of profound grief.

Dulce stayed by her side, offering solace. “Don’t be scared. I’ll always stand by you.”

Grasping Dulce’s hand, Fiona momentarily saw her as Lacey, revealing vulnerabilities she had long masked with feigned strength.

It wasn’t until evening that Fiona found some semblance of calm, just as the police arrived for a visit.

She drifted into a state of detachment, with Dulce observing her quietly.

“Do you know how Cara and Crowell first met?”

During her tumultuous divorce from Crowell, Fiona had suspected the presence of another woman.

After diligent searching, she discovered it was Cara.

“I’m aware,” Fiona responded blankly. “She worked at the postpartum care center. They likely crossed paths while I was recovering after giving birth.” The police officer nodded, completed his notes, and offered words of comfort.

“Has anyone arranged the funeral for the child?”

“Yes.”

The funeral arrangements for the child, leading the charge against Crowell and Cara, and compiling the necessary evidence… Michael had taken care of them.

Deep down, Dulce recognized that Michael was tormented by guilt and sorrow, yet he masked his emotions with his relentless pursuit of justice.

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