26: A Kiss

Williams POV.

Stalking my ex-wife wasn’t something I’d ever envisioned myself doing. But here I was, dressed like a commoner, blending into the city’s background, and spying on Allison. The woman who had managed to trick me out of $50 million. I should be furious, and I was, but there was something more. That audacity, the cunning—it piqued my interest in her, even more than before.

Even though my company had taken a massive hit, I had covered everything up with my own money. The board would never know the full extent of my failure, but it was a bitter pill to swallow. Allison’s new life, the dangerous path she had chosen, pissed me off. How could she live so recklessly?

I watched her from a distance, taking note of her movements, her routines. She did take a few resting days from her espionage job, but those seemed to be the rare exceptions. She thrived on danger, on living on the edge. And despite everything, I couldn’t deny that my feelings for her hadn’t waned. If anything,