On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 308

Sarah fell silent.

“Even if Lucas did something wrong, his family shouldn’t be punished for his sins,” Isabella insisted, her voice rising. “This has nothing to do with me! You can’t just storm in here and ruin my daughter’s wedding. I will sue every single one of you. The law will give me justice!”

The district attorney smiled faintly. He opened the folder Anthony George had given him. “You planned for everything, except for one thing: Lucas Charles kept a diary.”

Isabella’s legs gave out, and this time she collapsed completely onto the floor.

The DA, wearing white gloves, carefully removed the diary. “This journal details everything Lucas Charles did each day. Including how you instructed him to find a scapegoat to kill Aiden Brown and Amelia Bennett. What I don’t understand is why. You just said yourself that you weren’t even working for the Brown family at the time. What grudge could you have possibly held against them to make you do something so monstrous? Perhaps you can explain that to me.”

Suddenly, Kevin spoke up. “It’s a long story. Isabella and I knew each other long before then. We met when we were eighteen. My family sent me to work a summer job, and I met her there. We were together day and night… feelings developed, and we fell in love. I knew my parents would never approve, so I kept it a secret while I tried to figure out a solution. But Aiden found out. He told my father, who was furious. He forced me to break up with her and marry someone else. The stress made my father ill. I was torn, but I couldn't defy my parents. I chose my family and ended things with Isabella. But then, she found out she was pregnant. To prevent a scandal before my own wedding, my father had Aiden… take care of it. He forced Isabella to have an abortion. She never forgave Aiden. I just… I never thought that after all these years, even after she had married someone else, she would still be consumed by that hatred and commit such a terrible crime.”

Isabella’s hands clenched, her nails digging into her palms. The pain was sharp, but her heart ached more. “No,” she whispered. “It’s true. I hated them. I hated them for killing my child, for making me suffer that loss. I wanted them to know what it felt like to be separated from their own child forever.”

Jessica let out a shaky breath. “So you admit you killed Gabriel’s parents. Then tell me, why did Gabriel come to me convinced that my mother was the one who killed them?”

A bitter smile twisted Isabella’s lips. “Because he was getting too close to the truth. I had to divert his suspicion onto your mother. After all, she was dead. Dead people can’t talk.”