The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413 Revelations In A Folder

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“Are you kidding me? Bail that woman out?” Laura exploded. “She tried to kill you—locking her for life wouldn’t be punishment enough.”

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“But her stem cells can save Lena,” Quinn answered softly. “If she stays behind bars, Lena doesn’t have that kind of time.”

Quinn hated Serena too, yet the woman had become their only lifeline. For now, they had no choice: secure bail, ship Serena back to Celosia, harvest the cells, and worry about justice later.

“How can it be that Serena, of all people, is the perfect match for Lena? It’s absurd!” Laura muttered, shaking her head at the unfairness of it all.

“Whatever the reason, at least Lena now has a chance,” Quinn replied. “Without a donor, she’d simply wait to die.”

As she spoke, Quinn tugged open the thick manila envelope Fabian had left on the nightstand that morning.

Inside lay photographs, transaction records, and Serena’s own pistol–the latter traced back to Joaquin’s men.

Taken together, the dossier was more than enough to land Serena behind bars for a very long time.

As Quinn turned to the final page, the color drained from her face; shock widened her eyes. “What is it?” Laura leaned in, then stiffened. “You can’t be serious… Serena actually-”

Quinn snatched her phone and dialed Rowan, but he didn’t answer.

“I’m going to the station,” she declared, brows knit tight.

“Go nowhere,” Laura said firmly. “You may feel better, but that leg is still in a cast.”

“It’s fine–this injury won’t slow me down. If I stay here any longer, Rowan will do something reckless–like post bail for Serena Fane–and that I cannot allow.”

“Then why don’t I take the files over myself?” Laura offered, waving the folder in her hand like a flag.

“No–we go together,” Quinn insisted. “I want to look Serena in the eye when I confront her.”

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Chapter 413 Revelations In A Folder

“But what about your doctor? You can’t just go out,” Laura protested.

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“We sneak out first. Once we’re on the road, I’ll call the hospital and inform them,” Quinn said with a half–smile.

Time was bleeding away. They would apologize to the medical team later.

Moving like teenagers ditching class, the two women slipped out of the ward, dodged past a yawning orderly, and climbed into Laura’s silver coupe. The police station lay only twenty minutes away, but each stoplight felt like an hourglass pouring sand they could no longer

spare.

Inside the holding cell, Serena lounged on the metal bench as though it were a chaise in her parlor, a cold sneer twisting her lips while she studied Rowan beyond the bars.

So what if they’ve discovered my plan to hurt Quinn? They still need me alive. They still came begging for Lena’s cure. As long as Rowan cares for that woman, I have already won.

All she needed was bail. Once she was back in Celosia, her web of contacts would slice the shackles from her wrists. Then, someday, she would ignite the board again and walk back as

victor.

She even had a promise from Joaquin himself: return to Celosia, and he would help her wrest the Fane family from Everett’s grasp.

“Leander–oh, my mistake, you go by Rowan Bridger now, don’t you? Enjoy the novelty of Fane blood, but don’t delude yourself. You and that sister of yours still answer to Bridger. Even if Everett Fane decided to gift the empire to you two, every last branch of the family tree would fight him to the grave,” she said, sneering.

“So your solution was to murder my sister and steal her necklace just to erase proof of our lineage?” Rowan shot back, his voice cracking with fury.

“And what if I did?” Serena shrugged, eyes glittering. “You weren’t there. At that fire, Quinn guarded me like a rabid dog–limping on a shattered leg, dragging Whitethorn’s heir with the other hand–and I basked in every pathetic second of it.”

“Enough!” Rowan roared, the word slamming against the cell walls like a hammer.

The image struck him again–Quinn alone in that inferno, Serena draped over her shoulder, Julius leaning on her other side. Her right leg had been broken, yet she had dragged both burdens forward, inch by agonizing inch through smoke and flame. The memory carved hollows in Rowan’s chest.

If it weren’t for his sake, Quinn could’ve abandoned Serena.

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