Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250 Unmasking The Rescuer

Chapter 250 Unmasking The Rescuer

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Terrified of the churning dark water, Sidonic rattled out the confession in a desperate torrent, sure that the river would claim her if she stopped talking.

A heartbeat later, Julius flung her aside. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the slick concrete, shaking.

Trent stood stunned, barely able to breathe. How could this be? How could… this? So it wasn’t Sidonie who saved me?

He had sensed something was wrong when Lindgren mentioned Sidonie’s demand for about fifty million, yet he had clung to denial. Now her own words shattered his last illusion. If she wasn’t the one, then who pulled

me out?

Trent’s gaze drifted to Quinn. She stood on the embankment, back straight, long hair whipping in the wind, every line of her face carved with silent resolve.

Why did I ever think a woman like her would lie? Heat prickled at the corners of his eyes.

Trent took one hesitant step after another toward her. “Was… Was it you?” he asked, voice thin with dread yet pulled forward by hope.

Reason screamed that the question should stay buried; knowing the answer would only hurt. Even so, instinct stronger than sense kept driving him across the slick quay toward her.

Before he could reach Quinn, Harlan slammed a boot into his chest and sent him sprawling.

Harlan growled, “Trent Grafton, you’ve lost the right to come anywhere near Quinn.”

Trent doubled over, clutching his chest. After a ragged cough he forced himself upright and, without tearing his eyes from Quinn, said, “Quinn, please–tell me. Was it you? Was the person who saved me in the river really you?”

Laura sneered. “Well, Trent, you’re asking now? A moment ago you swore Sidonie was your savior.”

Pain etched every feature of Trent’s face, yet he ignored Laura. Fixing his gaze on Quinn, he demanded, “Is it true or not? Answer me!”

Quinn regarded him coolly. “Does it matter? Whoever pulled you from the water, it wasn’t Sidonie. Your blind faith in her was nothing but a joke.”

Julius stepped to Quinn’s side. “How would you like Sidonie dealt with?”

“Take her to the station, and make sure the detectives receive every shred of evidence that proves her guilt,” Quinn said.

“Understood,” Julius answered. With a single look, his men hauled Sidonie to her feet.

Sidonie’s heart sank. Back then, this man would have defended her against anything, but now he stood silent. Is it only because the one who saved him back then was someone else? He said he loved me—if that’s true, does it matter who pulled him from the water?

“We’re delivering this thug to the station as well,” Harlan said, jerking his chin at Lindgren, who strained against the rope around his wrists.

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