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CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 101: The Aftermath
The silence in my office felt louder than any explosion. I sat at the edge of my desk, my hands resting against the cool surface, but my thoughts were anything but calm. Every decision I’d made was now locked in place, irreversible. There was no clean way out of this. I knew that when I made the choice. But knowing didn’t make it any easier.The leather chair behind me groaned as I leaned back, closing my eyes for just a moment. Every step I had taken—from confronting Nathan to seizing control of the conspiracy—had brought me to this point. I should have felt triumphant. Instead, all I felt was the crushing weight of what lay ahead.I could still hear Nathan’s parting words echoing in my mind: “Power never comes without a price.”And the first bill had already arrived.I opened my laptop, pulling up the encrypted files Nathan had transferred just before I took over the network. The reports confirmed what I feared: Collateral damage, Employees were dismissed without warning. Departme
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 102: The Mysterious Figure
The dim light flickered above me as I stepped into the secluded bar. The air was thick with stale beer and cigarette smoke, a perfect setting for clandestine meetings where secrets went to die—or, more likely, explode. This was where I was supposed to meet him—the person with answers. Oliver had tried to talk me out of coming alone, but I knew better. The fewer people involved, the safer we would be. Or at least that’s what I told myself. Deep down, I knew this wasn’t about safety. It was about control. And right now, control was slipping through my fingers like sand.I glanced at my watch: 11:52 PM. Eight minutes to midnight. The figure—whoever they were—had asked to meet at midnight. I pulled my coat tighter around me, the unease settling in my bones despite the heat. Every instinct told me this meeting could go horribly wrong. And yet, I was here. Because I needed answers.The bartender gave me a wary look, but I waved him off. “I’m meeting someone,” I muttered, sliding into a c
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 103: A Deadly Warning
I could still hear the muffled echo of the gunshot as Oliver tugged me out of the bar, the scent of blood clinging to the cold night air. My pulse thundered in my ears, and my hands shook—whether from fear or fury, I didn’t know. The assassination wasn’t just a silencing—it was a message. A warning. But if their goal was to scare me off, they had failed. As we hurried into the dark alley behind the bar, I clenched my fists. The man with the answers was dead, and with him went the key to understanding the depth of the conspiracy. But the game wasn’t over—not yet. If they thought killing him would make me back down, they had no idea who they were dealing with. I didn’t know where the fire burning in my chest came from—whether it was the remnants of fear or the need for revenge—but it roared with a newfound ferocity. They had taken everything from me: my company, my trust, and almost my life. Now, they were going to regret leaving me breathing.Oliver’s grip tightened on my arm as
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 104: The Incriminating Evidence
I stared down at the folder on my coffee table, my heart heavy with the knowledge that I was holding something dangerous. The kind of dangerous that changes everything. The kind that costs lives. I could feel Oliver’s steady gaze on me, his concern palpable, but all I could think about was Marcus Aldridge. How long had he been working against me? How much of what I thought we built together was a lie? The betrayal stung more than I wanted to admit—like a dagger slowly twisting in my side. And the worst part? This wasn’t just about Marcus No. As I started sifting through the documents in the folder, I realized it was much, much bigger. The conspiracy stretched further than I ever imagined—beyond Marcus, beyond the boardroom, and deep into places I never thought it would touch. Page after page revealed a tangled web of offshore accounts, falsified financial statements, and encrypted emails exchanged between Marcus and several high-profile figures. I recognized the names instantly—po
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 105: Questioning Loyalties
The air felt heavy, thick with unsaid words, as I sat across from Sophia Harrington. We had agreed to meet in an exclusive members-only club, a place where the walls were padded with velvet, and secrets could flow freely, drowned in inexpensive wine. She chose a private booth at the back, the dim lights casting shadows over her sharp, elegant features.Sophia always carried herself with grace—a silk blouse tucked into tailored slacks, her pearl earrings gleaming in the low light. She looked as calm as ever, but there was a flicker of tension in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. "You came," she said softly, swirling her wine as if this were a casual conversation between friends.I leaned forward, my heart pounding but my voice sharp. “You betrayed me, Sophia.” There was no point in playing nice, not anymore. “How long have you been playing me? How deep are you in with Marcus and the others?” Her expression didn’t falter. Cool, composed. As if betrayal was a minor inconvenience, a misu
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 106: An Unlikely Alliance
The air between Sophia and me hung heavy with unspoken tension, thick enough to choke on. A storm was building inside me—a chaotic swirl of anger, distrust, and the smallest sliver of reluctant hope. Trusting the woman who had betrayed me wasn’t just a gamble; it was madness. But if what she said was true, there was no winning this battle alone. I needed someone who knew the enemy's playbook from the inside. Sophia leaned back in her chair, her sharp features bathed in the dim glow of the private club's chandelier. Cool and composed, as always. It was infuriating how she could sit there, utterly calm, while my entire life had been upended. But beneath that exterior, I caught the slightest tremor in her fingers as she traced the rim of her wine glass. It was the first crack in her mask.“I’m in,” I said, the words falling from my lips before I could overthink them. Sophia’s gaze snapped to mine, surprise flickering in her eyes. For the first time, she looked unsure. “You’re serious?
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 107: A High-Stakes Rescue
The phone in my hand felt like a live wire. I stared at the message, my heart thundering in my chest. They had Sophia—and with her, every piece of leverage we’d gained. She had walked into their trap, and now it was only a matter of time before they broke her. If that happened, everything we had built would crumble. There was no way I was going to let that happen. I grabbed my coat, shoving the files and burner phone into my bag. My mind raced through every plan, every possibility. Sophia had risked everything by coming to my side. She might have betrayed me once, but she was my only ally now. And I was going to get her back.I had no choice but to move fast. A direct assault would be suicide—they’d expect that. I needed to catch them off-guard, disrupt their control just long enough to snatch Sophia back before they could disappear with her.My first call was to Oliver, an old friend I knew I could count on when things went south. We hadn’t spoken in years, but the moment I expla
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 108: Captured
The world around me spun, the impact of the jump jarring my bones. I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline surging through my veins, but as I turned to help Sophia up, I felt a sharp sting on my neck. What was happening? My vision blurred, and the ground rushed up to meet me again, this time more forcefully. The last thing I heard was Sophia’s frantic shout, “Emily!” before everything faded to black.When I finally regained consciousness, the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and something else—fear. I blinked against the harsh fluorescent light, trying to piece together what had happened. My wrists were bound tightly to a chair, and I could barely move. The room was stark and cold, with bare concrete walls and a single table under the flickering light. A heavy door creaked open, and Marcus stepped in, flanked by two men in black suits. My heart dropped as I realized where I was: in the belly of the beast, the conspiracy’s lair.“Welcome back, Emily,” Marcus said, his voice
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