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Chapter115:The Tempting offer
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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 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 1: EMILY’S RESOLVE
The courthouse loomed before me, an imposing structure of cold stone and steel that seemed to echo the finality of what I was about to do. I stood at the base of the steps, clutching the handle of my leather briefcase so tightly that my knuckles had turned white. The autumn wind whipped around me, tugging at the strands of my carefully styled auburn hair, but I didn’t care. Today was the day I severed the last tie binding me to Daniel Blackwood.As I walked up the steps, the rhythmic click of my heels on the pavement sounded like a countdown to freedom. Each step brought me closer to the closure I’d been craving for years. I adjusted my tailored gray blazer, the fabric stiff and unyielding against my shoulders, as if the garment itself could sense the weight of the decision I was making.Inside, the courthouse was just as I remembered—cold, clinical, and utterly devoid of warmth. The smell of disinfectant hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of old paper and worn leather. I
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 2: THE TECH STARTUP
The city stretched out before me from the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, the sprawling skyline a testament to the power and ambition of New York. The hum of traffic below was barely audible from up here, the noise of the city muted by the thick glass. I stood by the window, the light of the morning sun casting a warm glow over my desk, where a dozen or so proposals were spread out, each more promising than the last. But my mind wasn’t on the papers; it was still reeling from the message I’d received last night.“See you soon.”Daniel’s words echoed in my head, a constant, unwelcome presence that had followed me home and then to work this morning. I’d barely slept, my mind churning with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. What was he planning? Why couldn’t he just let me go?I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to push the thoughts aside. This was a new chapter, a new beginning. I had to focus on what was in front of me—my tech startup, my future. I wouldn’t let
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 3: A SHADOW FROM THE PAST
The cryptic text lingered in my thoughts long after I left the office that evening. The city buzzed around me, vibrant and chaotic, yet I felt a growing unease. The lights of Manhattan glimmered like stars against the deepening night sky, but I couldn't shake the chill that crept into my bones.My car glided through the streets, the hum of the engine a steady backdrop to my racing mind. I stared out the window, watching the familiar sights of the city blur past—places I had once wandered with Daniel, back when everything was different. Back when I was different.But those days were over. I was no longer the naive young woman who had let Daniel Blackwood control her every move. I had built something of my own now, something that mattered. NexTech was my future, and I wouldn’t let anything—or anyone—take that from me.By the time I reached my apartment, a sleek, modern space on the Upper West Side, the feeling of unease had settled into a simmering determination. I couldn’t afford to le
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 4: OLIVER GRANT’S PROPOSITION
The rest of the night passed in a blur of forced smiles and empty conversations. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the image of Daniel’s dark eyes boring into mine from across the room. By the time I finally slipped out of the event and into the backseat of the waiting town car, I was on edge, my thoughts racing in a thousand different directions.As we sped through the neon-lit streets of New York, I leaned my head against the cool glass, trying to make sense of it all. What was Daniel doing here? What was his endgame? And why, after everything, did the mere sight of him still have the power to shake me?The city outside was a blur of lights and shadows, reflecting the turmoil inside me. My phone buzzed in my hand, jolting me out of my thoughts. I glanced down at the screen and saw an email notification from a name I hadn’t expected: Oliver Grant.I hesitated for a moment before opening the message. Oliver was one of the most prominent entrepreneurs in the tech industry, known for h
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 5: AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR
I couldn’t sleep. The city outside my window was quiet, a stark contrast to the whirlwind inside my head. Oliver’s offer replayed over and over, each word dissected and analyzed until it lost all meaning. The man was a master of manipulation, that much was clear, but his intentions remained a mystery, one that gnawed at me relentlessly.I had barely closed my eyes when a sharp knock echoed through the apartment. My heart leapt to my throat, my mind immediately jumping to the worst conclusions. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, and at this hour, the possibilities were far from comforting.I slipped out of bed, pulling on the silk robe that hung on the back of the door. The floor was cold beneath my bare feet as I made my way to the front door, each step heightening the tension that coiled in my chest.Another knock, louder this time, more insistent. Whoever it was, they weren’t going away. I paused in front of the door, my hand hovering over the knob. “Who is it?” My voice was steady,
CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret Chapter 6: FAMILY SECRETS
The apartment was silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning. I sat across from Jimmy at my dining table, the very one where I’d shared countless meals in solitude, now serving as the stage for a conversation that was unraveling the fabric of my life. My heart was still racing from his revelation about Daniel, and my mind was a whirlpool of questions and fears.Jimmy’s presence was an unwelcome reminder of my past—one I had worked so hard to leave behind. The years had not been kind to him; his gaunt face and the way he fidgeted with his hands told a story of struggle and regret. He was a shadow of the man I had once known, but even so, his presence carried the weight of unresolved history.I poured him a cup of coffee, a small gesture of hospitality that felt insincere given the gravity of our conversation. As he sipped it with shaking hands, his eyes were clouded with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. I could see the effort it took for him to find the right words, and I brac
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