All Chapters of The Billionaire's Underrated Ex-Wife Is A Secret Agent : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Williams POV.I was deep in the trenches of paperwork, the endless array of financial reports and legal documents offering a rare distraction from the storm of emotions swirling in my mind. The numbers and figures provided a temporary escape, a fragile sanctuary from the turmoil that seemed to define my life lately.It was late and quiet, just as I wanted it to be.Suddenly, the silence was shattered when Jonathan, my assistant, burst through the door, looking disheveled and nearly breathless. His appearance was enough to pull me sharply from my focus. “William, I need to tell you something urgent,” Jonathan gasped, his voice strained.I glanced up, my brows knitting together in concern. “Jonathan, what’s going on? You look like you’ve been running a marathon.”He took a moment to steady his breath, his eyes wide with something I couldn’t immediately place. “It’s about Allison. She was shot tonight.”The words hit me like a sledgehammer. My heart dropped, and I struggled to process t

William's POV.I had been at the hospital for hours, my mind racing with a thousand endless thoughts. Allison had been shot. The mere thought of it twisted my insides like a cruel joke. I hadn't slept a wink. The waiting room was as sterile and impersonal as ever, an opposite to the chaotic turmoil inside me. The doctors had told me that the bullets had struck her in her back and arm—dangerous places, but she had somehow managed to survive. They said she was stable now, but the uncertainty of when she would wake up was striking at my sanity.I paced back and forth, feeling the cold tile beneath my feet. My thoughts kept drifting back to the news from Jonathan—Allison had been shot, and I had almost lost her to the cold chains of death just when I was about to let go. Every time I tried to sit, the anxiety drove me up again. The medicinal smell of the hospital seemed to choke me, adding to the oppressive weight of worry I felt.Edward Blackwood was still here, refusing to leave. He wa

Allison's POV.I was sitting upright in my hospital bed, feeling every bit of the pain from my injuries. The dull ache in my back and the sharp sting in my arm made me feel like I’d been through a blender and then carefully put back together. The medications had eased some of the pain, but my body still felt heavy and bruised.The door creaked open, and Viktoh, Mia, and two other team members walked in. Viktoh was his usual composed self, but I could see the concern in his eyes. Mia looked worried but was trying to hide it behind a brave face. The other two, Alex and Ryan, followed them in, both looking serious and ready for business.“Hey, Allison,” Mia said softly as she took a seat next to my bed. “How are you feeling?”“Like I’ve been run over,” I replied, attempting a small smile. “But I’m alive, so that’s something.”Viktoh took the chair across from me, his face lined with concentration. “We need to figure out who did this and why. This attack seems too precise to be random.

Allison's POV.The room felt lighter after Edward left. With him gone, it was just Williams and me. He looked relieved but still worried. I could see he was tired.“Allison,” Williams said softly as he sat by my bed. “I know you’re awake now, but—”I interrupted him gently. “Williams, you don’t need to stay here. You have other things to do—your companies, your life. I’m sure you’re uncomfortable.”Williams looked like he was about to argue. “I’m not trying to win you back, Allison. I just—”I shook my head and gave a tired smile. “I’m not dead. It’s time for you to go. You’re just standing here, and I bet you’re not comfortable. You can come back later, but you don’t need to stay now.”Williams opened his mouth to protest, but his phone rang loudly. He glanced at the screen, his face turning serious. “I need to take this,” he said, and he walked away from my side.I watched him leave, and the room fell silent. I thought about the dream I had while I was under anesthesia. My father’s

Jessica’s POV.I slammed the phone down with a force that made it rattle across the table, my frustration boiling over. The plan had failed spectacularly. Allison was still alive, and I had been forced to watch as her name appeared on the hospital’s patient list. My heart pounded with anger as I replayed the details in my mind. The plan to eliminate her had been so close to succeeding, only to unravel because of that idiot Sam.The room around me felt too small, the walls of my studio apartment closing in as I paced. My thoughts raced. I had followed William to the hospital, keeping my hood low and blending into the crowd. I had seen him enter and watched as he talked with nurses. It was clear he was visiting a patient who had survived a gunshot. The realization that it was Allison had made my blood boil. In a fit of rage, I had stormed back to my apartment and called Sam, demanding answers. “What the hell happened?” I had snarled into the phone, barely containing my fury. “Why is Al