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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
Last Updated : 2024-10-21CUTTING 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-21CUTTING 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-23CUTTING 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-23CUTTING 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
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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?
Last Updated : 2024-10-24CUTTING 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-24CUTTING 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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The blaring alarms were deafening, piercing through the walls as the heavy metal doors around me slammed shut with finality. I had seconds to make my escape, but every route was blocked, leaving only a narrow path through the shadows—a corridor that seemed as if it led deeper into the building. The sound of footsteps echoed from behind, rapid and closing in. Dominic’s cold laughter lingered in my mind, a dark reminder of the trap they’d set for me. I couldn’t afford to falter now. The adrenaline kicked in, fueling every step as I darted forward, the stale, oppressive air thickening as I moved deeper down the corridor. Shadows stretched across the walls, twisting and turning as I dashed through. I tried to suppress the gnawing fear in my chest. They had to be onto me; they had seen through my facade. Every turn seemed designed to mislead, winding me farther from the safety of the exit, and just as I thought I’d reached a dead end, I saw it—a door left ajar, the faintest line of light
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 116:A Dangerous Game
The message on my phone burned into my mind, a chilling reminder of the choice I faced. I knew what I had to do. My resolve was steeled, but it wasn’t going to be enough to just oppose them. If I wanted to take them down, I would need to move cautiously and deceive them just as they’d been deceiving me all along.The idea made my skin crawl, but if playing their game was the only way to gather the evidence I needed, then so be it. I would pretend to join their twisted world, all the while gathering the ammunition to tear it apart from within.The high-profile gala buzzed with energy and power. The room was filled with the city’s elite, influential figures who kept the wheels of wealth and influence turning. The conspiracy had chosen well; events like this one allowed them to hide in plain sight, moving like shadows among those who thought they ruled the world. I could feel the weight of their eyes on me as I entered, a calculated smile on my face as I mingled, feigning interest in idl
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter115:The Tempting offer
I sat in the quiet darkness of my apartment, Natalie’s words still ringing in my ears. The silence felt oppressive, a stark contrast to the storm raging within me. Her offer had lingered long after the call ended, haunting me with its twisted logic. Join the conspiracy. Work from the inside. Gain the power to actually make a difference. For someone like Natalie, it was simple, practical—a means to an end, detached from any trace of morality.For me, though, it was so much more complicated. I knew the devastation this organization was capable of, the ways it thrived on manipulation, fear, and outright destruction. The idea of joining them felt like betraying everything I’d fought to protect, every value that had brought me here. But as I leaned back, a darker thought crept in, one I couldn’t quite shake: What if Natalie was right? What if I was going about this all wrong? From the outside, I was just one person fighting a behemoth with endless resources. Maybe… maybe I could use those
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 114: Betrayal At The Top
I sat alone, turning the keycard over in my hands, the symbol etched into its surface now seared into my mind. Natalie—my sister, the person I’d trusted above all others—was the leader of the very conspiracy I’d dedicated my life to bringing down. Each realization tightened the ache in my chest, transforming disbelief into seething anger.How many times had she looked me in the eye, calmly listening to my theories, my fears? How many times had she feigned support, all while orchestrating everything from behind the scenes? I squeezed the keycard, its sharp edges pressing into my palm, grounding me in the raw pain of betrayal.As I replayed every interaction, every seemingly innocent gesture, a new layer of betrayal settled over me. It felt like Natalie had taken my life, turned it inside out, and reassembled it for her own twisted purposes. The depth of it left me breathless, a dizzying realization of just how profoundly I’d been deceived.I took a steadying breath, trying to find clar
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 113:unmasking the Leader
The explosion echoed in my ears as I stumbled, forcing my mind to regain focus amid the chaos. Dust hung in the air, coating every surface, but it was the shadow standing at the edge of the dimly lit room that caught my attention.She stepped forward, her face emerging from the shadows, and my heart twisted.“Natalie?” I whispered, disbelief tightening my throat.My sister’s gaze met mine with an unsettling calm, the cold, unyielding look of someone who’d made peace with betrayal long ago. “Hello, Emily,” she replied, her voice smooth, detached, and entirely too confident. “I knew you’d get this far eventually. You’ve always been tenacious. Just… misguided.”I stared at her, a thousand memories and emotions surging through me at once. “Misguided?” I demanded, the hurt and anger in my voice sounding foreign even to my own ears. “How could you do this, Natalie? You’re my sister. Family.”She tilted her head, a faint smirk touching her lips. “You still think family is sacred?” Her laugh
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 112: The Secret Leader
The darkness pressed down around us like a suffocating weight. The only light came from the faint glow of the emergency exit sign, casting eerie shadows across the room. My pulse hammered in my ears as Claire cursed under her breath and Ethan flicked his flashlight on, illuminating Lucas’s pale face. “They’ve locked us out,” Claire whispered. “The system’s down. They knew we were here.”“Of course they did.” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. It was their game—we were just pawns on a board they controlled from the start. Ethan stepped closer, his sharp blue eyes scanning the hallway beyond the door. “We need to move. Now.”“Wait,” I said, turning to Lucas. “Before we go any further, I need more answers. If I’m going to take down this leader, I need to know where to start.”Lucas swallowed, his gaze flickering to the darkened screens, frustration etched into every line on his face. He looked like a man who’d spent years trapped in the shadows, only to find himself running
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 111: The Hidden Ally
We moved quickly through the twisting hallways, following Claire’s lead. The control room was within reach, yet every step felt heavier as if the air itself were thick with danger. Ethan kept close, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. The tension between us all was palpable—mistrust still lingered, despite Claire’s sudden defection to our side. We rounded a final corner, ducking beneath hanging cables and debris, until Claire stopped in front of a metal door. She pressed her ear against it briefly, then motioned for us to follow her inside. “This is it,” Claire whispered. “We’ll be safe for a little while.”The room we entered was dimly lit, filled with computer monitors displaying surveillance feeds, encrypted data streams, and maps marked with enemy movements. But what struck me most was the figure waiting inside—a slender man in his late forties, wearing a frayed suit jacket, his glasses perched precariously on his nose. I knew this man.“Dr. Lucas?” I gasped. “What the hel
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 110: The Counterattack
Darkness enveloped me like a suffocating shroud, pulling me deeper into its abyss. But just as I thought I was lost, an insistent beeping tore through the silence, pulling me back to consciousness. My eyes fluttered open, the harsh fluorescent lights above piercing through my haze. Pain radiated from my shoulder, sharp and searing, reminding me of Marcus and his betrayal. I tried to sit up, but a heavyweight pinned me down.“Easy there, Emily,” a familiar voice murmured softly. I turned my head and found Oliver hovering beside me, his expression a mix of relief and concern. “You’re safe now.”“Safe?” I croaked, the word feeling foreign against my tongue. I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. I was in a small, dimly lit room, the walls lined with crates and makeshift barricades. The faint sounds of chaos echoed outside—yelling, gunfire, and the unmistakable sound of destruction.“What happened?” I demanded, my heart racing. The adrenaline surged, urging me to push through the pa
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 109: Turning the Tables
The heavy door slammed shut behind Marcus, the echo reverberating in the cold room as adrenaline coursed through my veins. My mind raced, trying to absorb everything that had just happened. The woman’s revelation hung in the air like a beacon of hope, but I couldn’t dwell on it; I needed a plan. I had to escape.I leaned forward in my chair, testing the tightness of the ropes binding my wrists. If I could just shift a little… The chair creaked as I strained against the bonds, feeling the fibers begin to loosen. My heart pounded in time with the ticking clock on the wall, each tick a reminder that time was running out.Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. The moment of truth was here. I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, readying myself for whatever came next. The door opened, and one of Marcus's henchmen stepped in, a sneer plastered across his face.“Well, well, look who we have here. Still think you’re tough?” he taunted, stepping closer. This was it.As he leaned down to
