Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 10

Everything moved along with grim, practiced efficiency.

With the officiant's final words, the service was declared complete. The cemetery seemed to vanish beneath a blizzard of fluttering memorial paper, the air choked with it.

Andres—six-two, long-limbed, devastatingly handsome—stood out in head-to-toe black. On him, mourning didn't soften; it sharpened. The color made him look like a man built for violence.

He faced the crowd like a king addressing subjects. "My father's death in a car accident—everyone here already knows."

"On the surface, it was a simple crash. But if you dig even a little, I don't believe something like that just happens to the head of the White family."

His voice was deep enough to carry without a microphone, each word landing cleanly in every ear.

He stood on the highest step, looking down over the mourners gathered among the stones.

"The day my father was buried, I swore I'd bring the person responsible to justice before the memorial period ends."

A ripple of unease ran through the family. People exchanged looks, minds racing—if the former patriarch had been murdered, then who among them had dared?

Andres's gaze sliced across face after face.

"I'll give you one chance to turn yourself in. Admit what you did, and I'll set aside the family's internal penalties and show mercy."

The only reply was an eerie, unnatural silence.

Killing a patriarch—who would claim that?

When no one stepped forward, Andres let out a cold laugh. "I offered the chance. You get exactly one. Miss it, and don't blame me when I stop being polite."

He flicked a look at Murray. Murray snapped his fingers toward the edge of the crowd.

Moments later, two broad-shouldered security men dragged a middle-aged man forward. One kicked the back of his knee, forcing him down. The man hit the ground on his hands and knees, humiliated.

Recognition spread fast.

It was Caden White's driver.

The driver scrambled toward Andres, half crawling, half sliding on the damp ground. "Mr. Andres—please, I don't know anything. I swear I don't know anything. Please—just let me go. Please!"

He didn't even get close.

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