LOGINShare
Chapter 93: The Trap
Last Updated:
2024-10-17 15:54:39Related chapters
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 94: The True Identity
My breath hitched as the imposter’s cold mask faltered. This wasn’t just any deception—it was a betrayal far worse than I could have ever imagined. He stood rigid, trapped between my gaze and the truth that was closing in around him like a noose. Oliver tensed at my side, clutching the stolen drive. Ava whispered softly to Mikey, her arms wrapped protectively around him, the tension in the room thick enough to choke on. Every second felt like an eternity, teetering on the edge of revelation. Then the mask slipped, revealing a face I thought I knew. My stomach dropped as his features shifted from cold calculation to something horrifyingly familiar. The way he looked at me—like a man with nothing left to hide—ripped through me like a knife. “Dominic Vale?” I whispered, the name suddenly tasting bitter on my tongue. “No... it can’t be.” The man smirked—an expression that felt too personal, too intimate. Then he spoke, his voice softer, more familiar than I wanted to believe. “You
Last Updated : 2024-10-18CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 95: The Betrayal
The room was thick with tension, the air electric with the weight of Nathan's threat hanging over us. The detonator in his hand felt like a ticking time bomb, and I could barely breathe, my chest tightening as panic coursed through me. All my instincts screamed to flee, but I stood frozen in place, grappling with the reality that Nathan, my oldest friend, had betrayed me. “What do you think you’re going to do?” I asked, forcing the words past my clenched throat. “You really think this will end well for you?” Nathan’s smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look that sent a chill racing down my spine. “You don’t understand, Emily. This isn’t about me. It’s about you finally facing the truth.” He stepped closer, the device still clenched tightly in his fist. “You’ve been manipulating everyone around you—including me. You had no idea how your ambition would push me into the shadows, did you?” I felt a wave of anger wash over me, mixed with disbelief. “I never wanted to push
Last Updated : 2024-10-18CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 96: Questioning Everything
Nathan’s words echoed in my mind, a haunting whisper that refused to fade. _“Promise me you’ll find out the truth, Emily.”_ But what truth? What else could I possibly not know after all the layers of betrayal? I stood frozen for a second, staring at the door Nathan had slipped through, my heart a tangle of emotions—rage, heartbreak, confusion. Revenge tasted so sweet in theory, but now, with everything unraveling, doubt crept in. Did I want revenge for myself, or did I just want to stop more people from getting hurt?Oliver’s voice snapped me out of my daze. "Emily, we don’t have time." He grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hallway toward the back stairwell of the building. We ran through the dim corridor, my heels clicking against the floor, every sound magnified by the pounding of my heart. If Nathan was telling the truth—if there was something deeper I wasn’t seeing—how much more was at stake than I realized? I felt the cold sting of betrayal laced with every thought. Nath
Last Updated : 2024-10-18CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 97: The Hidden Weakness
Oliver and I stepped through the heavy metal door of the warehouse, the sharp scent of saltwater and rust hanging in the air. The silence was too perfect, too deliberate, like the lull before a storm. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing louder in the eerie stillness. Nathan was waiting for us. I knew it. But so was the key to stopping him. This wasn’t just about uncovering his hidden weakness—it was about exploiting it before he could adjust. Everything we’d fought for was balanced on a knife’s edge, and the clock was running out. Oliver gave me a quick glance as he pulled out his phone, keeping his other hand near the concealed gun at his side. "I’m tapping into the security feeds now," he whispered. His fingers moved with a speed born of experience—steady, reliable. Oliver was one of the few people I could still trust without reservation, and I clung to that trust like a lifeline. The screen flickered, and grainy surveillance footage from inside the warehouse popped
Last Updated : 2024-10-20CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 98: The Final Showdown
The roar of the explosion still echoed in my ears as I staggered through the debris, coughing against the thick smoke. The warehouse was falling apart—beams groaned under their weight, and shards of glass rained down like jagged snow. But none of that mattered now. I wasn’t leaving until this ended. One way or another. Oliver’s voice crackled through my earpiece. “Emily! The exit is blocked—can you make it to the south side?” “No.” My voice was hoarse but resolute. There was no running now. Not when everything—my company, my legacy, the people I loved—hung in the balance. Nathan stood on the far end of the warehouse, silhouetted against the flickering flames. Beside him was Abby, my sister, her expression cold and unreadable, as if we were nothing more than strangers now. Nathan’s grin widened, the kind of smile you give when you know you’ve already won. "This is where it ends, Emily. You should’ve stayed out of it."I stepped forward, every muscle in my body coiled tight. “You
Last Updated : 2024-10-20CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 99: The Explosive Revelation
I stood frozen as the sirens faded, Nathan’s parting words echoing in my mind like a twisted symphony: “You’re the key to everything.” The cold steel of realization wrapped around me, tighter with each passing second. What the hell had I stumbled into? The air inside the ruined warehouse reeked of smoke, dust, and betrayal. I tried to focus on Oliver as he approached me, his face taut with concern. “Emily, are you okay?” I wanted to answer, to say something that would make sense of what just happened, but nothing in my life made sense anymore. Nathan’s cryptic words rattled in my brain like a puzzle missing too many pieces. How could I be the target? What did they know about me that I didn’t?I brushed past Oliver, barely aware of the bruises blossoming across my body. My phone buzzed in my pocket. The vibration felt like a bomb ticking down to zero. I fished it out with trembling hands and stared at the unknown number flashing across the screen.“Emily.” Oliver placed a firm hand
Last Updated : 2024-10-20CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 100: A New Beginning
The air in the car thickened with tension, pressing down on me like a weighted blanket. I stared at the man seated across from me—the one who had just offered me a Faustian bargain. But it was the new arrival, stepping into the dim interior, that made my pulse quicken. Nathan.The same Nathan I thought I had defeated. Yet here he was, his presence a puzzle wrapped in a betrayal I hadn’t fully untangled. His lips curled into a knowing smirk, and for a moment, I saw not just the manipulative man who had deceived me, but someone still holding cards close to his chest—cards that could either save or ruin me. The suited man—the head of the conspiracy—glanced between us, clearly unbothered. He had expected Nathan. “Ah,” the man said smoothly, adjusting his cufflinks. “Nathan was always a crucial part of this. Just as you are, Emily.” I turned toward Nathan, fury simmering just beneath my skin. “What the hell is going on?” Nathan’s dark gaze met mine, cold and calculating. “You tho
Last Updated : 2024-10-21CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 101: The Aftermath
The silence in my office felt louder than any explosion. I sat at the edge of my desk, my hands resting against the cool surface, but my thoughts were anything but calm. Every decision I’d made was now locked in place, irreversible. There was no clean way out of this. I knew that when I made the choice. But knowing didn’t make it any easier.The leather chair behind me groaned as I leaned back, closing my eyes for just a moment. Every step I had taken—from confronting Nathan to seizing control of the conspiracy—had brought me to this point. I should have felt triumphant. Instead, all I felt was the crushing weight of what lay ahead.I could still hear Nathan’s parting words echoing in my mind: “Power never comes without a price.”And the first bill had already arrived.I opened my laptop, pulling up the encrypted files Nathan had transferred just before I took over the network. The reports confirmed what I feared: Collateral damage, Employees were dismissed without warning. Departme
Last Updated : 2024-10-21
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
