Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 68

Ryan sauntered in at his own pace. As soon as the female officer clicked open Freya’s cuffs, he laced his fingers through hers, hoisted their joined hands, and flashed a quick wave. “Apologies for the hassle, everyone. Big mix–up”

“But wait that can’t be right. Mr. and Mrs. Grant reported this as their son Liam’s wife?”

Ryan grinned wider. “Ask her yourself. Who’s the real husband?”

He shot her a look, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Suddenly, every cop in the room turned to stare, hanging on her next words.

Freya was speechless.

Divorce was already a done deal in her mind–she sure as hell wasn’t claiming Liam anymore.

But admitting Ryan was her husband? That felt like a stretch straight into absurd territory.

She gave him a puzzled side–eye and muttered under her breath, “What’s your game?”

“The kind that gets you out of here.”

“…So, what do I say?”

“Quick heads–up: No signed contract yet, so I can’t bail you out as your lawyer. But as family? Game changer.”

Without skipping a beat, Freya pointed straight at Ryan. “That guy.”

The officers blinked, caught off guard.

Ryan’s face split into a triumphant grin.

Freya just gawked at him, speechless.

He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. “See? All cleared up. Freya’s my wife–no connection to Liam whatsoever.”

One cop coughed awkwardly. “Thing is, her bank statements show 30 million dollars wired right from Joseph’s account.” “Oh yeah?” Ryan cocked his head. “Any note on the transfer?”

“Nope.”

He smirked. “Figured. My wife’s a whiz at investments, and our families are tight, so Joseph had her manage some cash for him. He’s not as sharp as he used to be–must’ve forgotten all about it.”

“Oh. Gotcha.”

“Yeah, but get this–there might be another piece to the puzzle.” Ryan leaned forward, playing it cool. “My wife’s got this adorable little dog, Sherri. Got poisoned yesterday. Joseph fessed up, she lost it and burned his entire collection of paintings and scrolls. Probably why he’s out for blood now. We called it in last night–dispatch records’ll back me up.”

The head cop nodded at his young partner, who jumped right in. “It’s legit. I took the call.”

12:43 pm P P P

Chapter 68

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The older cop heaved a heavy sigh. “…And over that, he slaps her with an extortion charge? For 30 million dollars? That’s huge–could’ve put her away for years. Way to wreck someone’s life.”

Ryan wasn’t done. “Boyce, since he’s burned the bridge between our families by framing my wife, no holding back from me. Dumping poison like that? Public order violation–detention material, yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“Spot on. I’ve got the vet’s autopsy report and a recording. Filing a formal detention request against Joseph for endangering with hazardous materials.”

He pulled out his phone and queued up the audio.

No mistaking it–this was Joseph, brash and unapologetic.

“Damn right I poisoned it–so what? It’s a dog, not a human. You gonna arrest me over a flea bag?

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