LOGINShare
Chapter 84: A Shocking Loss
Last Updated:
2024-10-14 17:22:59Related chapters
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 85: The Clue
The cabin was still, save for the crackling of the fire. Ava sat with Mikey curled in her arms, the boy’s little head resting against her shoulder. Oliver learned by the door, his hand close to the pistol on his belt. Tension filled the air, thick and suffocating. I stared down at the crumpled photo in my hand. The missing piece of the puzzle was finally surfacing—someone from Mom’s past she’d tried desperately to forget.Dominic Vale. The name hit me like a punch to the gut. My fingers trembled as I traced the edges of the torn photograph, where part of a man’s shoulder was just visible. He’d been there once—standing next to Natalie in the same picture she kept hidden for years. A memory stirred, vague and distant. Dominic was a ghost from a life Natalie had buried before she became our mother—a part of her existence she never wanted us to know. But now, with Natalie gone, Dominic had re-emerged, determined to unravel everything she’d built.I could feel the walls closing in. "
Last Updated : 2024-10-15CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 86: A Forgotten Connection
The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the wooden walls of the cabin. My pulse raced as the gravity of Dominic’s message settled deep in my bones. He was coming, and it wasn’t just about me—it was about Mikey. The walls of safety I thought I’d built around us suddenly felt flimsy, like paper ready to ignite. I sat down hard on the worn leather armchair by the fire, trying to catch my breath. Dominic Vale. A man my mother had worked tirelessly to erase from her life—and now I had to uncover everything about him. Somewhere in those forgotten threads of the past lay the answer, but it felt like grasping at smoke. Ava hovered near Mikey, brushing the curls from his forehead. She shot me a glance, her expression unreadable, but I could see the flicker of fear in her eyes. “What does he want with us?” I closed my eyes, reaching back into the tangled mess of memories—moments with Natalie, the fragments of whispered conversations, and the constant undercurrent of secret
Last Updated : 2024-10-15CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 87: The Revenge Plot
Dominic’s voice slithered through the crack in the cabin door like a nightmare-given life. I felt Ava tense beside me, her grip on Mikey tightening protectively. Oliver's knuckles whitened around the gun’s grip as he edged the door open wider, scanning the night with calm precision. But I knew better—this wasn’t over. Dominic wasn’t the type to walk into danger without a plan. He’d waited too long for this moment, and everything about the way he spoke told me we were already playing into his hands.“Show yourself,” Oliver growled, his voice steady. A rustle of leaves. A shadow shifted. Then, out of the darkness, Dominic Vale stepped into the weak moonlight.He was taller than I remembered, his presence heavy and deliberate. The years had etched lines of cruelty and cunning into his face, and his eyes—icy blue, identical to Ava’s—gleamed with malice. But there was also something else in those eyes: triumph. As if he’d been savoring this moment for years, waiting for the perfect time
Last Updated : 2024-10-15CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 88: The Puppet Master
Dominic's words echoed in my mind, each syllable tightening a noose around my thoughts. Someone inside my circle had betrayed us—fed him everything he needed to tear our lives apart, thread by thread. My stomach twisted at the thought. Who could it be? Who had smiled in my face, shared my fears, only to deliver them straight to him?The photograph of Mikey burned in my hand, a stark reminder that every step we thought was safe was just another move in Dominic’s game. His smirk told me that he had planned every twist, and predicted every decision. “You look surprised, Emily,” Dominic said, leaning against the cabin’s wooden post with that same unsettling calm. “But isn’t it obvious by now? I’ve been pulling the strings all along. Every choice you made, every alliance you thought was yours—it was mine first.” Oliver tensed beside me, gripping the gun like it was the only thing anchoring him. Ava’s face was pale, her arm wrapped protectively around Mikey, who stared up at us with con
Last Updated : 2024-10-16CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 89: The Endgame Revealed
The air in the cabin felt heavy, and suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on me. Dominic’s words echoed in my head, twisting my thoughts into knots. The traitor was among us. Someone close had fed him everything—our plans, our location, our vulnerabilities. But who? I stood in the center of the room, fists clenched, trying to keep my mind clear. This was no longer just a battle for survival; it was a war for everything I had ever built—my life, my family, and my company. Dominic wasn’t just after me. He wanted my entire legacy to crumble beneath him.Oliver paced near the fireplace, tension rolling off him like waves. Ava sat on the couch, holding Mikey close, her fingers running through his hair in an absentminded, protective gesture. Every creak of the cabin’s wooden floor made my pulse spike as if Dominic’s shadow was still lingering, waiting to strike. “Emily,” Oliver said, breaking the silence, his voice low and urgent. “We need to figure out what his next move is. If
Last Updated : 2024-10-16CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 90: A Desperate Search
Time was running out. Each passing second brought Dominic Vale closer to executing his plan, and the weight of it threatened to crush me. But I wasn’t about to let that happen—not to me, not to Mikey, and definitely not to Emily Tech. My company was more than a business—it was my family’s legacy, and I would burn the world down before I let Dominic destroy it. Oliver paced in front of the cabin fireplace, his jaw clenched. Ava sat on the couch, holding Mikey close, her fingers combing through his hair as if the act alone could protect him. His small hands clutched her sweater, silent but aware. He knew too much for his age, and that knowledge shattered me. “We need help,” I said, breaking the silence as I stood. “I can’t fight Dominic alone. We need information—from anyone who knows how he operates, even if that means turning to old enemies.” Oliver stopped pacing, eyeing me warily. “Emily, are you sure about this? Some of those people would stab you in the back without a second t
Last Updated : 2024-10-16CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 91: The Double Agent
The storm outside the cabin raged on, wind rattling the windows as if nature itself was trying to warn us. I paced back and forth, my mind racing. Someone close to me had betrayed us. Someone we trusted was working with Dominic Vale.Oliver sat by the fireplace, his sharp eyes following my every move. “We need to figure this out, Emily. Fast. If the mole gets away, we lose our chance to turn the tables.” I nodded, swallowing the knot of anger and disbelief building in my chest. Eleanor Kane’s smug departure was proof that betrayal was close—too close. But who else? Who had wormed their way into our circle? Mikey sat on the couch beside Ava, fiddling nervously with the corner of his blanket. He was too young to understand all the intricacies, but he sensed the tension. His wide, curious eyes darted between me and Oliver, silent but alert. "Mommy?" Mikey’s small voice broke through the tension. "Why is everyone so mad?" Ava gave him a reassuring squeeze, her eyes flickering with
Last Updated : 2024-10-17CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 92: A Dangerous Decision
The rain hadn’t let up. It pounded against the windows of the cabin, a constant reminder of the storm raging outside—and inside me. Victor’s message weighed heavily in my mind: “You’re too late. It’s already in motion.” My pulse hammered in my ears. Every second mattered now. I had no room for fear. Only action. Oliver stood beside me, dripping wet, his jaw tight with frustration. Ava sat on the couch with Mikey tucked under her arm, her eyes wide with worry. They were waiting—for me to make the call.I inhaled sharply. Using the information Victor had given us was risky—dangerous, even. If I followed the lead on the patents and Dominic’s plans, I could be walking straight into a trap. But if I didn’t? Everything my father built, everything I loved, could crumble at Dominic’s feet.Oliver’s gaze met mine. “What’s the play, Emily?” I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the weight of the decision settle on my shoulders. There was no safe choice—only the lesser of two evils.“We use
Last Updated : 2024-10-17
Latest chapter
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 117:Caught In The Trap
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
