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Chapter 43: OLIVER’S DILEMMA
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CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 44: THE LETTER
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
CUTTING 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
CUTTING 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
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 47:RACHEL’S FINAL PLAY
The drive to see my father left me numb. The air outside the car window felt heavy, and the weight of the upcoming reunion pressed against my chest. I had spent years pretending he didn’t exist, pushing away any memories of him. Now, he held the one thing that could either save me or completely unravel everything my mother had fought to protect.Oliver sat beside me in silence, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. The tension in the car was thick, but we both knew there was no turning back. I had to see my father, face whatever truths had been hidden from me, and figure out why he held the key to everything.But before we even made it halfway, my phone buzzed, slicing through the quiet like a knife. I fumbled to pull it out of my pocket, my hands shaking. A message popped up on the screen—one that froze my blood.“We need to talk. Alone. Bring the boy. Or you’ll never see him again. - R"Rachel. My breath caught in my throat as my mind raced. The boy. **Mikey**. I immediately diale
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 48: THE RANSOM
The cold, sterile air inside the warehouse was suffocating. The weight of Rachel's words hung heavy in the space between us, and my thoughts raced, trying to grasp the reality of the situation. She wanted everything—my company, my power, my very existence wiped away in exchange for Mikey’s safety. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood frozen, my gaze shifting between Rachel’s twisted smirk and Mikey’s terrified face. He was trembling, his little body huddled close to the floor, eyes wide with fear. The sight of him, so innocent and helpless, cut through me like a knife."Your choice, Emily," Rachel’s voice echoed through the hollow space, cruel and confident. "Sign over everything to me, and he goes home safe. Refuse, and… well, you can imagine what happens next."Her words, cold as ice, seared into my mind. I wanted to scream, to lash out, but the fear for Mikey’s life held me in check. She had me cornered. Every decision, every move I made would either save him or send him deeper
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 49:A RACE AGAINST TIME
The moment Mikey was pulled from Rachel’s grasp and into the arms of her henchman, my heart raced with hope and fear. Every second felt like an eternity. I had played my cards carefully, but I was still operating on blind faith—the docks, the message, the looming uncertainty. Was I making the right call, or leading myself straight into another of Rachel’s traps?As Mikey was led out of the warehouse, I kept my eyes glued to him. His small body slumped in exhaustion, his clothes tattered and dirty, but at least he was walking. He was alive. "Now, Emily, the contract," Rachel’s cold voice snapped me back to the present. I held the pen in my hand, feeling the weight of the paper beneath it. My mind screamed at me to stall, to keep her focused just a few minutes longer. I couldn’t sign over everything—not now, not after I had come this far. The message in my pocket was a lifeline, a chance I couldn’t ignore."Oliver," I called quietly, barely daring to glance his way, "we have to move n
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 50: THE CONFRONTATION
The cold air at the docks was thick with tension, and every nerve in my body felt like a coiled spring. We had come here looking for answers, for Mikey, but instead, we’d found nothing but darkness. I clenched my fists, trying to stay calm, but my heart wouldn’t stop racing. “Emily, we need to regroup,” Oliver urged from beside me, his voice barely above a whisper. He was right—we had no clue where Rachel had taken Mikey, and being out here in the open made us vulnerable. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. My instincts were screaming at me that Rachel was close, lurking in the shadows.Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from behind one of the containers. I turned sharply, my breath catching in my throat. Emerging from the shadows was Rachel, her silhouette framed against the distant lights of the city. She walked with the same air of superiority she always had, her expression smug as if she already knew she had won. Behind her were two of her
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 51: THE RESCUE
The tension hung in the air like a thick fog, wrapping around my throat and making it hard to breathe. The dock was dimly lit, casting long, dark shadows on the cold ground as Lucas stepped forward. Rachel’s face twisted into something sinister—her shock melting into fury."You think you can betray me, Lucas? You’re going to regret this!" Rachel spat, her voice shaking with venom.But Lucas didn’t flinch. His gaze was steady, unwavering as he faced her down. "This was never about you, Rachel. And it’s over. You’ve crossed too many lines."I wanted to believe him, to think that we were finally getting the upper hand. But I couldn’t shake the fear gnawing at my chest. Mikey was still out there—still in danger. Every second that ticked by felt like a countdown to something worse. "Where is Mikey?" I demanded, stepping forward, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and desperation. "You promised his safety. Where is he, Rachel?"She tilted her head, that cruel smile still playing on her l
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