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CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 59: The Betrayer
The moment I saw Daniel's name flash across my phone, a cold dread settled in my stomach. I hesitated before answering, knowing full well that any interaction with him could spiral out of control. But I had no choice. I needed to know what he was planning.“Emily,” his voice was smooth and confident, each syllable dripping with that familiar arrogance that always put my defenses on high alert. “I trust you’ve been keeping busy.”“Cut the pleasantries, Daniel. What do you want?” I replied, keeping my tone steady, though my heart raced.“Straight to the point, I see. I like that,” he said, an edge of amusement in his voice. “I just wanted to give you a heads-up. You might want to keep a closer eye on your little team. Trust can be so... fragile.”I felt my pulse quicken as his words sank in. “What are you implying?”“I’m merely suggesting that someone close to you might be a little... disloyal.” He chuckled softly. “But I suppose you’ll find out soon enough.”Before I could respond, he
Last Updated : 2024-09-29CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 60: The Trap
The air felt charged with tension, every nerve in my body screaming for me to run. I was standing in the dark warehouse, the realization of betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound. Mikey’s eyes darted between me and the figure behind him, a mix of anxiety and defiance swirling in his expression.“What’s going on?” I demanded, forcing my voice to steady. “Are you in on this too?”Mikey hesitated, and the silence that followed was deafening. “Emily, please, just listen—”But before he could finish, the betrayer stepped forward, a smirk plastered across their face. “It’s too late for that, don’t you think? You’re outnumbered, Emily. And now, you’ll finally understand just how naïve you’ve been.”The shadows seemed to deepen around me as I braced myself, instinctively shifting into a more defensive stance. I could feel the weight of my decisions crashing down like a tidal wave, but I refused to show fear. “You think this is going to work? I’m not the one caught in a trap here.”Mi
Last Updated : 2024-09-30CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 61: Rebuilding Trust
The aftermath of the warehouse standoff was nothing short of chaos. We barely made it out of there alive. Mikey was bruised, I was shaken, and the trust I had in the people around me felt more fragile than ever. My company was hanging by a thread, my allies scarce and skeptical. I sat in my office, staring blankly at the papers scattered across my desk. Each document felt like a reminder of how far I’d fallen, how vulnerable I was after the betrayal. Trust—once the foundation of everything I’d built—was now a crumbling tower. And I had no idea how to rebuild it.I picked up my phone, hesitating over Oliver’s number. The silence between us after the warehouse incident had been deafening. I couldn’t blame him. I had led him into a trap. And while we had escaped, the damage was done.I pressed the call button, holding my breath as the line rang."Emily?" His voice sounded cautious, distant."Oliver... I—" The words stuck in my throat. How do you apologize for something like this?"We ne
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I stared at the phone screen long after the message from Rachel disappeared, the weight of her words bearing down on me like a boulder crushing my chest. “It’s not over, Emily. This time, we’ll make sure you lose everything.” She wasn’t bluffing. I knew that much. With Rachel and Daniel working together again, I was staring into the face of a storm I wasn’t sure I could survive.The office was still. The usual hum of background noise, the clatter of keyboards, and muffled voices had died down for the night. Only the soft ticking of the clock on the wall kept me company. The world around me felt eerily quiet, as though it was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable blow to fall.I slumped back in my chair, my mind racing. Rachel and Daniel were now a united front, their combined forces a powerful and dangerous adversary. I could feel the threat looming over me like a dark cloud, ready to burst. But I couldn’t let them win. Not now. Not after everything I’d fought for.The door cr
Last Updated : 2024-10-02CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 63: A New Strategy
The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting thin lines of brightness across my desk. I sat in my office, deep in thought, fingers tracing the edge of a report without really seeing it. Daniel and Rachel were tightening their grip, and my company—the legacy I’d spent years building—was slipping further into their control. But I wasn’t going down without a fight. Not yet.I had to come up with a strategy, one that didn’t just respond to Daniel’s attacks but turned the tables entirely. Something bold, unexpected. Oliver knocked on the door and stepped inside, his expression grim. “We’ve lost another patent. It was tied up in some obscure licensing agreement Daniel’s team must’ve uncovered. He’s not playing fair, Emily.”I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. My mind raced through the options, sifting through every angle, every vulnerability. It felt like playing a high-stakes game of chess, but Daniel wasn’t just playing—he was tearing down the board piece by piec
Last Updated : 2024-10-03CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 64: The Personal Attack
I sat frozen, my eyes locked on the subject line of Daniel’s email: “From Daniel: A Piece of Your Past.” The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with tension. My hand hovered over the mouse, a sense of dread building in my chest. I knew Daniel would hit me hard, but I wasn’t ready for this. Not for the past I had buried long ago.With a deep breath, I clicked on the email.“Emily," it began, dripping with Daniel’s usual coldness. “Funny how people think they can run from their past, but it always catches up. Attached is something you’ll find… familiar. Just the beginning. Keep going down this path, and I’ll release everything."My stomach twisted as I scrolled down to the attachment, a single file. My heart raced as I hesitated. What could he possibly have dug up? Slowly, I clicked it open.It was a photograph. An old one, from years ago—of me. Younger, maybe in my early twenties, standing beside someone I hadn’t thought about in years. Robert. The man I once thought I’d marry, long
Last Updated : 2024-10-03CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 65: The Incriminating Evidence
My fingers trembled as I clutched the note pinned to my mother’s obituary. The room felt colder, as though Daniel’s presence lingered despite him being miles away. He had found a way to exploit my deepest wounds. The sense of loss over my mother still haunted me, but now, he’d twisted that grief into a weapon. The question wasn’t how He got this information; it was why He wanted to destroy me so thoroughly.Oliver was pacing across the office, his jaw tight with frustration. “We can’t let this rattle you, Emily. He’s playing dirty—this is his way of making you crumble.”“But it’s not just about me, Oliver,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s about everything I’ve built. My company. My reputation. If this gets out…” I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.I stood up, gripping the edge of my desk, needing something to ground me. I looked at the folder again, forcing myself to go through the documents with a level head. It wasn’t just personal information—there were als
Last Updated : 2024-10-04CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 66: A Bold Move
The weight of Daniel’s threats still hung in the air like a dark cloud. His last message had taunted me—Tick-tock, Emily. Your time’s running out. But instead of fear tightening its grip on me, something else stirred: resolve. I had allowed him to back me into a corner long enough. It was time to hit back, hard.I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight, my eyes scanning the city skyline. Somewhere out there, Daniel was waiting, smug, believing he had the upper hand. He didn’t know me well enough. I wasn’t going to roll over and surrender. “Oliver,” I said, breaking the tense silence. He had been quiet, his brow furrowed in thought, probably trying to piece together our next move.He snapped his gaze to me. “What’s the plan, Emily?”I let out a slow breath. “We’re going on the offensive. I’m done playing by Daniel’s rules.”Oliver’s eyes lit up with approval. “What are you thinking?”“We need to find out exactly how deep Daniel’s involvement goes and how far he’
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