Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 671

“Zachary?”

Sarah didn’t push him away. She just found his behavior today strangely out of character.

She had never seen Zachary like this before. Even when she thought back to everything that had happened between them, the only time she had ever seen him truly broken was at the cemetery. He had stood there, dressed in a black suit, in front of his mother’s tombstone. The black-and-white photo on the grave was somber and still, while the sorrow hidden in Zachary’s eyes felt endless.

Mr. Lambert had mentioned to her earlier that he’d seen Zachary and Charlie together today. Could it be... Zachary already knew the truth?

What kind of terrible, heartbreaking truth could possibly leave a man like him looking this devastated?

“Did you… find out something?” Sarah asked him softly.

Zachary buried his head against her shoulder, giving a low, muffled reply. When he had been at the factory, listening to the things Charlie said, he had forced himself to stay calm, keeping up the image of a rational, emotionless investigator.

But deep down, hearing anything about his mother still sent his emotions into complete turmoil. He didn’t want to believe that these people — so ruthless, so cold-blooded — had destroyed everything in their way just to cover up a truth far more disgusting than he had imagined.

Still, when he thought about it again, he wasn’t really surprised. They had been willing to swap out even the chemical butanol, willing to let the entire factory go down with them — all just to hide that secret.

“Her death wasn’t an accident.”

Zachary’s sudden words caught Sarah off guard.

Her heart skipped a beat. By “her,” he could only mean Mrs. Reynolds — Zachary’s late mother.

“Then… what was it?” Sarah asked carefully. She wasn’t sure if Zachary was ready to talk about it.

Zachary’s eyes lifted toward the endless sky. His voice was distant, weighed down with grief.

“It was murder. The Wilsons did it.”

Just seven simple words.

But combined with everything she had guessed before, and all the things Charlie’s wife had hinted at, it finally all made sense.

Sarah raised a brow. “What is it?”

“Report Charlie to the police. Six million in damages — that should be enough to put him away for a few years, don’t you think?”

“No problem.”

Sarah had never planned on letting Charlie or Mr. Sullivan off the hook. Who knew how many shady things the two of them had done in the past? It was about time they paid the price for it.

Three days later, Sarah showed up with the police to arrest Charlie.

At the time, Charlie was in Zachary’s apartment, pacing anxiously, hounding him about when he could finally get his hands on that huge sum of money. He couldn’t wait to grab the cash and get the hell out of this place.

“Zac, I’m running out of patience!” Charlie snapped.

“What’s the rush?” Zachary replied coldly. “You’ll get every cent you deserve. But I haven’t returned to East Coast yet. Once I get back there and hand over the evidence to the client, then — and only then — will you get paid.”