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Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 90
Sebastian’s POVI stayed out of her way, but never out of her reach. I watched Evelyn move through the house like a general through a command tent—orders murmured into phones, encrypted messages sent on the blink, a dozen small, invisible gears turning at her command. She had always been able to carry burdens, but now they sat on her not like a cloak but like armor. I saw the cost in the way her jaw clenched and in the nights she let herself go still for a breath before slipping back into control.“She’ll draw him out,” I told Liam one evening as we reviewed the latest thread of movements on a grainy screen. Marco had turned up two offshore accounts and a name tied to a shell company that routed payments through three different jurisdictions. It was messy on purpose—anonymity dressed as legitimate business. It would take time, subpoenas, jurisdictional maneuvers. Time Abbas had once assumed belonged to him.“And when he shows his hand?” Liam asked. He never quite hid the tremor in the
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 89: checkmate in shadows
Evelyn’s POVThe room tightened when I spoke—like a muscle flexing against a blow. A hush fell; the only sound was the rustle of paper as men who were used to swallowing others’ words tried to find air for theirs. Across from me sat three of Abbas’ most reliable lieutenants: figures who’d handled dirty work so often they’d forgotten how to look surprised. Beside them, a corporate lawyer in a tasteful suit took notes as if the world could still be reduced to margins and clauses. They expected me to crack. They expected the old script: fear, concessions, the soft surrender that followed a whispered threat.Instead I leaned forward and pushed the dossier across the table toward them. “You will also find,” I said, slow and precise, “recorded bank instructions routed through two of your offshore entities to a courier company registered in Brussels. The timestamps match the night your people hit my car. The emails are signed with your Chief Financial Officer’s account, and the server header
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 88: the Near miss
Evelyn’s POVThe pager in my pocket buzzed a single, urgent vibration that felt like a gunshot in the quiet house. I heard it before I felt it—an instinct, a prickling at the back of my neck that told me something had shifted. The screen flashed: UNUSUAL ACTIVITY — SCHOOL PERIMETER. CHECK NOW. The message was terse, encrypted, and accompanied by a live feed thumbnail from a street camera two blocks from the kids’ school.For a breathless second, the world narrowed to the size of that thumbnail. Rolland’s laugh from the living room. Anastasia’s endless questions about everything. Kent’s slow, steady breathing as he slept. My chest hollowed out with a fear so cold it was almost clinical: they were close.“Liam,” I said, and my voice was nothing like the exhausted monotone that had carried me through the day. It was steel. “Bring me the secure feed. Now.”He was at my side in three steps, the practiced efficiency of a man who’d watched me withstand worse. The laptop woke to life beneath
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 87: counterstrike
She listened to the low, secure beeps of the line as the others logged in—voices muted, faces blacked out behind encryption. Marco’s rasp, the legal consultant’s measured cadence, two former contacts from Abbas’s old accounting team who’d quietly flipped once she’d offered them immunity and a clean trail out. Each person had a seat at this table by choice and necessity. Each voice carried the weight of the thing they all knew: if Abbas went unchecked, there would be more nights like the one Kent had spent in a hospital bed.Evelyn began with the simple facts, the kind that left no room for melodrama. “He sent threats to our partners,” she said, sliding the email into the secure feed. “He’s trying to isolate me financially. He’s also trying to force loyalty with fear. That’s predictable. Predictability is exploitable.”“Make him think he wins,” Marco interjected immediately. “Let him feel the rush. Then cut him off at the knees. He’s emotional—he’ll overplay.”“Exactly,” Evelyn replied
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 86: lines Drawn
Evelyn’s POVThe morning after the first stage moved like a slow pulse through the house: measured, quiet, charged. I woke before dawn as if some internal alarm had been wired into my bones. The city outside was a soft blur; inside, the house hummed with the small, ordinary sounds of life—water running, the kettle breathing, the soft footfalls of a child who’d risen early. Ordinary things. Small mercies.I went straight to the study and switched on the monitors. Marco had sent the first batch of findings at three in the morning: payment trails, two shell accounts funneling money toward a private logistics firm, a list of obscure contractors who’d been paid in cash at odd hours. It wasn’t the whole picture—Abbas was practiced at obfuscation—but it was enough to make him flinch. Enough to make a few people in his network pause and call in favors they couldn’t yet name.Liam was already there, mug in hand, eyes raw with sleep. He read the reports the way old soldiers read maps: fast, pre
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 85
– Evelyn’s POVEvelyn let the hum of the computer fill the space between words. The map on the screen glowed like a constellation of culpability—names connected by thin, ugly lines; transfers flagged in red; shell corporations nested like Russian dolls. Each click revealed another seam in Abbas’s carefully constructed world, and with every seam she found, the wall he’d built around himself weakened a little more.She pulled a chair closer, elbows on the table, and scrolled through the ledger until her eyes burned. The first phase of her plan had to be surgical. Cut his money flow, and half his reach would atrophy. Seed confusion in his inner circle, and the rest would turn inward, bickering and scrambling. She had the legal team ready to move on any account frozen by the right warrant; she had Marco’s people ready to slip in the fake intel that would send his lieutenants chasing ghosts; she had Liam ready to coordinateEvelyn let the hum of the computer and the distant city sounds anc
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