THE LOST HEIRESS RETURNS AFTER DIVORCE
Chapter 112: Check Your Email

Chapter 112: Check Your Email

Heather wasn’t sure why Lauren was calling, but it wasn’t going to be good. It never was.

Her voice stayed even. "What do you want?"

She did not need to play games. The question was clear enough that anyone with half a brain would know exactly what she meant.

There was a small, false-sweet laugh from Lauren’s side. "Oh, I’m just calling to see how you are," she said lightly, like they were two old friends catching up over coffee.

Heather’s eyes narrowed as she leaned back in her chair, her hand tightened around the phone. "Right," she muttered under her breath, barely masking her irritation.

Lauren kept talking, her tone wrapped in honey, but Heather could hear the cold edge beneath it.

"We all got together after... you know, what happened down there. Just wanted to check in. Make sure everything’s... smooth."

Heather exhaled, long and heavy, the weight of the morning already pressing on her from every angle. She had Caius to deal with, Adonis being Adonis, and now Lauren.

She shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. She didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed, feeling hungover from whatever she drank at a party she didn’t want to go to.

With a slit wrist she knew nothing about, and a ’husband’ whom she hates and now, saw her naked, just to deal with Lauren and her childish bullshit.

"I can’t do this right now," she muttered, lowering the phone slightly before bringing it back to her ear. "Look, whatever this is, I’m not interested. Get a life, Lauren. You actually need—"

"Are you planning to tell anyone about it?" Lauren’s voice cut through, sharp and unsteady, cracking the false sweetness.

Heather’s brows pulled together. "Tell anyone about what?"

There was a pause on the other end. Complete silence.

Heather pulled the phone back, glancing at the it in confusion. Did she hang up? The call was still connected.

"Hello?"

Lauren’s voice came back, quieter now. "You don’t remember what happened at the party?"

Heather sighed, leaning her elbow on the table, her head suddenly feeling heavier. "I remember going to the party," she said honestly, "but aside from that? No clue what you’re talking about."

Another stretch of silence.

Then Lauren spoke, her voice dropping lower, colder. "Heather, I don’t want to alarm you... but last night, at that party, you killed someone."

Heather stared blankly at the far wall for a second, then let out a small, humorless laugh. She had never killed anything in her life.

Not even by accident. A human being wouldn’t exactly be the first thing to add to that list. And if she did, manager Sheng and Penny will be all over her. It would even be on the news by now.

"Lauren, you sound ridiculous," Heather said, shaking her head. "How the hell would I kill someone?"

There was no laugh from Lauren’s side. Just a breath, followed by something cruel creeping into her voice.

"Don’t worry," Lauren said flatly. "I’ll send the video over. You’ll see for yourself."

Heather chuckled again, still not believing a word of it. "Okay, Lauren."

But Lauren wasn’t laughing back. Her voice was like ice now. "Laugh all you want. You won’t be able to when you see it. Check your email."

Then the line went dead.

Heather lowered the phone slowly, setting it back on the table. She stayed seated longer than she meant to, staring blankly at nothing, her mind running circles.

What did Lauren actually have on her?

And what if... just for a second... Lauren wasn’t bluffing this time?

She scoffed quietly under her breath, but the small laugh died almost as soon as it left her lips.

Heather’s gaze drifted down to her wrist, the one still wrapped in a tight bandage. A dull ache pulsed beneath the fabric.

"What really was under the bandage?" She muttered.

Curiosity prickled beneath her skin.

She unraveled the bandage carefully, biting back a sharp hiss of pain as she peeled it away. Her eyes widened as she stared down.

A deep, clean injury ran along her wrist. A sharp, ugly line, like something had slit the skin open.

"The hell..." she muttered under her breath, her pulse quickening.

Her earlier doubt cracked, now, her heart kicked up its pace.

She needed answers.

Her phone was nowhere in sight. She needed a screen—anything. A laptop. A device. She shoved her chair back, rising quickly from the table.

Her bare feet moved fast across the cool floor as she made her way upstairs.

She tore through the bedroom, pulling open drawers, lifting blankets, tossing pillows onto the floor. Nothing. No phone. No trace of her usual devices.

Breathing heavy, she sank onto the floor in the middle of the mess, trying to calm herself, but her pulse wouldn’t slow.

She didn’t have time to sit here.

Heather pushed herself to her feet and slipped out of the bedroom, walking fast to the end of the hallway. She needed a computer. A phone. Anything to check that email.

Caius’s study was her best shot. But she couldn’t walk in there if he was home—not after this morning.

A maid appeared from the corner, carrying fresh towels. Heather caught her attention quickly. "Is Caius home?"

The woman shook her head politely. "The master is not home, madam."

Good. Probably couldn’t stand to be near her after what he saw. She couldn’t blame him. She didn’t want to be near him either.

Heather nodded, letting the maid pass, then slipped into the study at the end of the hall. The door was closed, but not locked.

Heather opened the study door, stepping inside—and froze in place.

Adonis was already there, hunched over the desk, his fingers hovered above the keyboard. He noticed her and his head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise.

For a beat, neither of them spoke.

Heather’s heart skipped. "What... are you doing here?" Her voice came out slower than she intended, edged with suspicion.

Adonis straightened quickly, the shock fading from his face like he was trying to reset himself.