The Billionaire CEO Betrays his Wife: He wants her back

Dalia blinked fast, reliving it. "I... I wasn’t feeling well. About an hour before everything happened, I drank the tea she made. Minutes later, I felt the worst stomach cramps of my life. I went to the washroom, and I must’ve passed out. I woke up much later on the floor."

Stanley’s jaw clenched. "So she drugged you, too. Smart. Took out the only person Mara fully trusted."

Dalia nodded slowly, guilt washing over her. "She knew I’d recognize her. That’s why she made sure I was out of the way."

Valerie stepped forward, her tone sharper now. "You were asked to confirm the body. Was it her?"

Dalia swallowed hard. "Yes. That was Sandra."

Stefan looked at Steve, his voice tight. "Philip’s getting bold. That woman was a weapon he planted right under our roof. She delivered the child."

"She took my nephew," Steve growled. "She was in the room when Mara nearly died."

Stanford turned to the head of security, who was standing nervously in the corner.

"All of them," Stanford said coldly. "Every guard, every maid, every member of staff who let this happen—they’re gone. Right now."

"Already done, sir," the man stammered. "New security is arriving today. Background-checked. Armed. Cleared. No one comes in without triple verification."

"Good," Steve said. "We won’t be caught off guard again."