The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return (Cynthia and Ethan) novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282

Cynthia's POV

I didn't even bother grabbing my coat.

Didn't tell the contractor I was leaving.

Didn't do anything except follow Kevin out of the restaurant and into his car, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Anna had been found and she should know where Ethan is.

Kevin drove like a man possessed, weaving through traffic, running yellow lights, his jaw clenched tight.

"Where did they find her?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Abandoned motel on the east side of the city," Kevin said. "She'd been hiding there for months. The investigators tracked her through a cash withdrawal she made last week. Stupid mistake on her part."

"Is she okay?" I asked.

Kevin shot me a look. "Why do you care if she's okay?"

"Because she helped us," I said. "She let us go. She…"

"She also sabotaged your restaurant and worked with Grace to kidnap you in the first place," Kevin interrupted sharply. "Don't forget that."

I fell silent, because he was right.

Anna had done terrible things.

But she'd also saved my life.

And maybe she could help save Ethan's too.

…

The police station was chaos when we arrived.

Officers moving urgently through the hallways, phones ringing, voices raised in tense conversation.

Detective Susan met us at the entrance, her expression grim.

"Ms. Cynclair," she said. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Where is she?" I demanded. "Where's Anna?"

Detective Susan hesitated, then gestured down the hallway. "Interview room three. But I should warn you…"

I didn't wait to hear what she was warning me about.

I just pushed past her and headed down the corridor, Kevin right behind me.

I found the room easily enough — the one with the one-way glass window and the heavy door marked with a number three.

I looked through the window.

And there she was.

Sitting at a metal table, her hands folded in front of her, her head bowed.

She looked... terrible.

Nothing like the polished, put-together woman who'd spent years making my life hell.

Her hair was greasy and unkempt, pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her clothes were wrinkled and dirty. Her face was gaunt, her cheekbones too prominent, dark circles shadowing her eyes.

And beside her, sitting quietly in a chair that was too big for her, was Hayden.

The little girl looked tired but unharmed, clutching a worn stuffed animal against her chest.

My heart clenched.

Detective Susan appeared beside me.

"She said turned herself in voluntarily," she said quietly. "She made that cash withdrawal to get the police to come get her because she was done running."

"Has she said anything?" I asked. "About Ethan? About where Grace took him?"

"Not yet," Detective Susan said. "We would start questioning her about that soon. Though she said she won’t speak until she sees you"

I turned to look at her. "What? Why?"

"She said she'd only talk if you were here," Detective Susan explained. "Said she owed you the truth."

I stared through the window at Anna, trying to process that.

She wanted me here.

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