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Chapter 38: A DANGEROUS GAME
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CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 39: A PLEA FOR HELP
The night after my confrontation with Rachel weighed heavily on me, like an oppressive fog that refused to lift. Her threats echoed in my mind, a sinister reminder of just how dangerous this game had become. I barely slept, my mind racing, and by morning, I still hadn't decided what to do about the information Rachel was after.The sound of my phone ringing broke through the silence of my kitchen, and for a moment, I considered ignoring it. I wasn't ready for whatever was coming next. But when I saw Daniel’s name flash across the screen, dread settled in my gut like a lead weight.With trembling fingers, I answered.“Emily,” Daniel’s voice was hoarse, defeated, a stark contrast to the cold, calculating man I was used to dealing with. “I need your help.”I froze, the request hitting me like a punch. Is Daniel asking for help? The very man who had manipulated me, played with my life as if it were some twisted game, was now reaching out to me for assistance. My stomach twisted with a mix
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I stood in the silence of my apartment, staring at the phone, my heart racing with the weight of the decision I had to make. Daniel’s words echoed in my mind—his plea for help, the desperation that was so unlike him. And Oliver’s warning, his voice still lingering in my ears, urging me to think of my own future. I glanced at the window, the city lights glittering below as the night stretched on. Time was running out, and I knew I couldn’t hesitate any longer. I had to choose: help Daniel, the man who had manipulated me and caused so much pain, or let him fall and risk Rachel destroying everything I’d built.Oliver’s eyes met mine from across the room, still filled with concern. “Emily, whatever you decide, I’ll support you. But you can’t trust him. You know that, right?”I nodded slowly, but the pit in my stomach refused to settle. “I know… but if Rachel is as dangerous as Daniel says, then this isn’t just about him. She’s already targeted me, Oliver. She won’t stop until she gets ev
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The air felt heavier than usual as I walked out of the café, the USB drive tucked tightly in my pocket like a grenade waiting to explode. The consequences of my decision were already unfolding, and I could feel the weight of them pressing on my chest. Daniel trailed behind Oliver and me, keeping his distance but close enough to remind me that he wasn’t entirely out of the picture. I had made the choice to help him, but trust was still a fragile thread between us."Emily, are you sure about this?" Oliver asked, his eyes scanning my face for any signs of doubt. His protective stance reminded me of just how deeply he had become involved in this mess. He had always been there—solid, unwavering—and yet, for the first time, I felt like the ground beneath our feet was beginning to shift.“I don’t have a choice,” I said, my voice firm, though my mind was a swirl of uncertainties. “If we don’t act now, Rachel will take us all down. This is the only way to stop her.”Oliver frowned, glancing ba
Last Updated : 2024-09-20CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 42: RACHEAL’S REVENGE
I stood frozen, the weight of the revelation from the new adversary still settling in. This new player, someone with ties to both Daniel and me, had already begun to shift the balance of power. But as the door to my office closed behind me with a soft thud, I could feel something more ominous creeping in.My phone buzzed on the desk, dragging me out of my thoughts. It was a message from Oliver. _"We need to talk. Urgent."_Before I could respond, another alert came in—this time an anonymous email. I hesitated for a moment, my finger hovering over the screen. Instinct screamed at me to be cautious, but curiosity won out. I opened the message, my stomach twisting as I read the short but chilling line.**"Rachel’s next target is someone close to you."**The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I tried to breathe but the suffocating thought of Rachel still being several steps ahead of me closed in. My first instinct was to protect Mikey. He was too young, too innocent to be drawn into th
Last Updated : 2024-09-20CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 43: OLIVER’S DILEMMA
The room was tense, thick with the weight of Rachel’s threats and the fear that hung between us. Oliver stood in front of me, running a hand through his hair as he paced the length of his office. His usual calm and calculated demeanor was gone. Now, I could see the cracks—the pressure mounting on him, not just from Rachel but from something else I couldn’t quite place.I watched him silently, the file Rachel had planted against Abby lying open on the table between us. It felt like a ticking time bomb, and we were both too close to ground zero."We need to act fast," I said, breaking the silence. "Rachel won’t hesitate to ruin Abby’s life if it means getting to me."Oliver nodded but didn’t stop pacing. His movements were agitated, like he was carrying the weight of something much heavier than even this current crisis. Something was eating at him, and I could see it in his clenched jaw and the way his hands trembled just slightly when he thought I wasn’t looking."Oliver," I called out
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I couldn’t sleep that night. The weight of Oliver’s confession hung heavy in the air, and his final words echoed in my mind. Marcus had forced his hand, leaving Oliver with no choice but to betray me—or face his own destruction. But it wasn’t just about Oliver anymore. My whole world felt like it was teetering on the edge of collapse, with enemies on all sides, and no clear path to safety.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts tangled with what had just happened and what was yet to come. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see Oliver’s face, etched with guilt and fear. The man I had grown to trust, who had stood beside me through so much, was now torn between loyalty to me and his own survival.But there was no time for me to dwell on that now. There was too much at stake. Abby was still in danger, Rachel was pulling strings I couldn’t yet see, and now Marcus, this shadowy figure from Daniel’s past, had entered the game, and I had no idea what his endgame was.I got up, m
Last Updated : 2024-09-21CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 45: A HIDDEN ALLY
I left for the cabin that afternoon, the weight of my mother’s letter pressing heavily on my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the answers I so desperately needed were just out of reach, hidden beneath layers of secrets and lies. The drive out to the family cabin was long and lonely, the familiar winding roads offering little comfort. It had been years since I’d last visited, and yet the memories flooded back as soon as I caught sight of the towering pine trees and the narrow gravel path leading to the cabin.The caretaker, James, was already waiting for me when I arrived. He greeted me with a nod, his weathered face showing the signs of someone who had spent decades tending to the land. He didn’t ask why I was there, and I didn’t offer an explanation. We both knew that the cabin held memories—some good, some too painful to revisit.“Everything’s as you left it, Ms. Emily,” James said quietly as he handed me the keys. “I’ll be nearby if you need anything.”I thanked him and made
Last Updated : 2024-09-22CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 46:THE ASSET
The next morning, I couldn’t shake the weight of what I’d learned. The cryptic clues from my mother’s journal, the mysterious insider offering help, and the looming sense that time was running out for me to find this hidden asset. My mind buzzed with possibilities, but one thing was certain—whatever my mother had hidden away, it was crucial. And if I didn’t find it soon, Daniel would make his move, and I would be left with nothing.Sitting in the small breakfast nook of the cabin, I spread out my mother’s journal, carefully reading every entry. She had been meticulous, her handwriting flowing across the pages in neat cursive. The entries about the asset were scattered, pieces of a puzzle that I needed to fit together.There was one passage that caught my attention:*"The asset is safe, for now. But I fear the day Emily will need it. If that time comes, she will know where to look. It’s not the object itself that matters—it’s who holds it."*I read the words over and over, the meaning
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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
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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
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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
