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CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 17: OLIVER’S REVELATION
The elevator ride back down to the lobby felt agonizingly slow. I leaned against the cool metal wall, my mind spinning in every direction. Rachel Moore, here in Oliver’s office, implying she was involved in whatever twisted game they were playing? That was the last thing I needed. Whatever was brewing between them, I was right in the middle of it.When the doors finally slid open, I stepped out into the vast lobby, the air thick with tension I couldn’t shake. I needed answers, and not just about Rachel. I needed to know exactly where Oliver stood in all of this. I headed to the parking lot, but my phone buzzed before I could unlock my car. I pulled it out and saw a text from Oliver: We need to talk. Come back upstairs.I hesitated, fingers hovering over my phone as I debated ignoring him. But something told me that leaving now, with half the story, would only make things worse. I needed the full picture. With a reluctant sigh, I turned back toward the building.Minutes later, I was
Last Updated : 2024-09-11CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 18: THE CONFRONTATION
I left Oliver’s office feeling more confused than ever. The air outside felt heavy, and my mind buzzed with questions I couldn’t answer. Could I trust anything Oliver had said, or was he just another player in a game far bigger than I realized? And Rachel... What did she mean when she said I was more involved than I knew?But one thing was clear—if I was going to survive this, I needed answers. And there was someone who might have them: Sam.I had spent weeks wondering how Sam, my right-hand man, could have been involved in sabotaging my company. I had trusted him with everything—he was practically family. But the evidence was stacking up against him, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer.My footsteps echoed in the hallway as I approached his office. My heart pounded, and my palms were sweaty, but I kept moving. I had to confront him. Whatever the truth was, I needed to hear it from him.I pushed open the door to Sam’s office without knocking. He looked up from his desk, startled, his
Last Updated : 2024-09-12CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 19: A DANGEROUS ALLIANCE
The message from Daniel lingered on my phone screen like a dark omen. We need to talk. Meet me tonight. It’s urgent. I stared at it, the words dancing in front of my eyes, trying to decipher their real meaning. Urgent? From Daniel, that could mean anything from a calculated move to a trap. I had been burned too many times by his games to take his words at face value.I sat back in my chair, my mind racing with possibilities. After Sam’s confession about Daniel’s plans to take over my company, I couldn’t afford to ignore this. But meeting Daniel alone? That felt like walking into the lion’s den.Sam was sitting quietly across from me, watching the tension play out on my face. “You’re not actually considering meeting him, are you?” he asked, his voice cautious.I didn’t answer right away. My thoughts were a whirlwind of doubt, fear, and anger. “What choice do I have? If Daniel has another move planned, I need to know what it is. I can’t keep reacting. I need to stay ahead of him.”Sam s
Last Updated : 2024-09-12CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 20: EMILY’S DECISION
I stood outside the restaurant, staring at the entrance, my reflection flickering in the glass. The words Daniel had spoken the night before still echoed in my mind. "You don't have much time, Emily. Make your decision wisely." My stomach churned at the thought of what tonight might bring. This wasn't just a business dinner; it was something far more dangerous. But I needed answers, and Daniel was the only one who could provide them—if I could sift through the layers of manipulation he always cloaked himself in.My phone buzzed in my hand, breaking through my thoughts. It was Sam. His text was short, his concern palpable: Are you really doing this?*I typed back quickly. I have to. I’ll let you know how it goes.Sam didn’t respond right away, but I could imagine his furrowed brow and the way his jaw would tighten whenever Daniel’s name was mentioned. He didn’t trust him, and honestly, neither did I. But I couldn't keep running away from the man who seemed to be controlling my life fro
Last Updated : 2024-09-12CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 21: THE DINNER
The restaurant was a stark contrast to the tension I felt as I walked through the door. Dimly lit with soft jazz playing in the background, it seemed like the perfect setting for a quiet evening, but tonight it was anything but serene.Daniel was already seated when I arrived, his back straight and his gaze fixed on the window. He looked up as I approached, a smirk playing at his lips. I took my seat across from him, trying to mask the unease settling in my stomach."Emily," Daniel greeted, his voice smooth but carrying an edge. "I'm glad you could make it.""Let's just get this over with," I replied, taking a sip of water to steady my nerves.The evening began with small talk, a pretense of civility that barely masked the underlying tension. Daniel spoke about his latest business ventures, but his words seemed to be loaded with subtext. Every so often, he’d lean forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as if gauging my reaction to his carefully chosen topics.“Your company is doing quite
Last Updated : 2024-09-13CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 22: RACHEL’S MOVE
The aftermath of the dinner with Daniel left me feeling more unsettled than I’d anticipated. Rachel's unexpected appearance had been both a shock and a puzzle, adding a new layer of intrigue to an already complex situation. The following day, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were far from over.The air in my office felt stifling as I stared at the threatening note left on my desk. It was typed, no signature, just a stark, ominous message that left no room for misinterpretation. My heart pounded as I unfolded it, each word sharp as a dagger."Stay out of this, or you’ll regret it."Rachel’s handwriting was unmistakable, even if she hadn’t signed it. The intimidation was clear; Rachel was escalating her tactics. I had no doubt she was behind this, especially given the subtle, sinister change in her demeanor during our last encounter. I could almost feel her eyes on me, calculating, waiting for the right moment to strike.My thoughts raced. Rachel’s manipulation of those around D
Last Updated : 2024-09-13CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 23: A NEW ALLY
The lingering tension from my encounter with Rachel hung heavy in the air as I sat at my desk, staring at the phone that had just rung with that cryptic message. My mind buzzed with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. Who could possibly want to help me take down Daniel, and why?As the evening settled, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was on the brink of something major. I glanced at the clock—7:00 PM. The unknown caller’s message had instructed me to meet at a quiet café downtown, a place I knew well from before my life had become a whirlwind of corporate battles and personal betrayals.Arriving at the café, I found a secluded booth in the back, the dim lighting providing a veil of privacy. My nerves were on edge as I scanned the room, waiting for my mysterious contact. The café was nearly empty, save for a few scattered patrons. The wait felt eternal.Finally, a figure entered—a tall, sharply dressed man with an air of confidence and purpose. His face was obscu
Last Updated : 2024-09-13CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 24: THE BETRAYAL UNVEILED
I sat at my desk, the folder Richard had given me lying open before me, the damning evidence of Daniel and Rachel’s schemes still fresh in my mind. My thoughts raced as I considered my next move. Richard’s alliance had given me an advantage, but with enemies at every turn, trust was fragile.Suddenly, a knock at my office door interrupted my thoughts. It was late—far too late for casual visitors. I tensed, my hand hovering over the drawer where I kept a small letter opener, not that it would do much against the kinds of threats I was facing.“Who is it?” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.“It’s Sam,” came the reply, his voice hesitant. “I need to talk.”Sam. The very name sent a wave of conflicting emotions through me. After everything, I wasn’t sure I was ready to face him. I had already discovered that he had played a role in sabotaging my company, but the full extent of his betrayal had been elusive—until now.I sighed and stood, crossing the room to open the door. Sam s
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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
