All Chapters of The Billionaire's Underrated Ex-Wife Is A Secret Agent : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Allison's POV.I had been following the trail of leads, trying to piece together what Jessica’s brother, James, was up to. The information that he was a five-star general meant that I had to tread carefully. Today, I found myself alone in a seemingly innocuous park—a place that seemed perfect for blending in. The open space was serene, but it felt like a setup.I was nursing my bullet wounds, the pain still fresh despite the passage of time. My steps were measured, each one careful to avoid drawing attention. But the tranquility was abruptly shattered. I noticed the subtle movements, the way the men around me seemed too coordinated. It was a dead giveaway. They were army personnel—trained soldiers, moving with precision and purpose.As I turned a corner, they appeared like shadows emerging from the surrounding trees. There were five of them, and they closed in swiftly. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to remain calm. I recognized James immediately. He was every bit the imposing

Jessica's POV.As I paced the hospital corridor, anxiety gnawing at my insides, the door suddenly exploded open. I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. A wave of police officers stormed in, their uniforms crisp and authoritative. Leading them was Allison Miles—my nemesis, my worst nightmare. She had returned, and she looked every bit the powerful agent I remembered.The officers fanned out, their presence overwhelming, as they began to speak. Their leader, a tall man with a stern face, addressed me directly. “Jessica, you are under arrest for multiple offenses, including but not limited to—fraud, assault, attempted murder, and illegal surveillance.”My eyes widened in disbelief. “What are you talking about?” I sputtered. “This is insane!”The officer continued, his tone firm. “You’ve been implicated in several serious crimes. Evidence has been collected and verified. You’re being arrested.”I stumbled backward, my mind racing. “No, no, this can’t be happening! Allison—she’s lying!

Allison's POV.The hideout’s minimalist interior seemed almost serene after the chaos of the hospital. The soft hum of high-tech equipment was the only sound that broke the silence as I finally let myself relax, sinking into one of the leather chairs that dotted the room. The weight of the day’s events had left me feeling a strange exhaustion and relief. Jessica was finally out of my life, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of liberation wash over me.Mia, always a reassuring presence, joined me after a few moments. She sat down across from me, her expression was of concern and curiosity.“So, it’s over with Jessica,” Mia said, breaking the silence. “How are you holding up?”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “I’m relieved. It’s finally done. I can put that part of my life behind me.”Mia nodded, her eyes accessing me with a mixture of empathy and professionalism. “What about Williams? I noticed he was there too. Did you get a chance to talk to him?”I stiffened sli

Allison's POV.As I sat on the couch with the baby girl in my arms, I couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly this innocent child had captured my heart. She was still shy and clung to me, her little hands gripping my shirt as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded. I gently rubbed her back as she lay her head on my shoulder. There was a sense of peace in this moment, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Setting her down on the floor with a few toys I’d found, I tried to distract her with some colorful blocks. Her curiosity was instant—those wide, innocent eyes sparkled as she started stacking them in a clumsy but determined manner. For a moment, I thought she’d be content just playing. But before I could even blink, she was on her feet, wobbling toward the edge of the table.“Hey, careful there!” I called out, a bit more sharply than intended. But toddlers don’t exactly listen to warnings. Just as she lost her balance and stumbled toward the sharp edge, instinct kicked in.

Jessica's POV.The harsh fluorescent lights of the prison cell did nothing to mask the bruises and exhaustion I felt inside. My hands were tied behind my back as I was shoved roughly into the cell, the other inmates' laughter echoing in the narrow hallway. The cell was a dingy, foul-smelling place, and every inch of it seemed designed to grind down any semblance of dignity left in me.The moment I was inside, the jeers started. "Well, look who’s here! The queen of drama herself!" one of them sneered, her voice dripping with scorn. Another woman, her eyes cold as ice, added, "Think you’re so high and mighty, huh? Look where that got you now—prison food and a lifetime of misery."They circled me like vultures, their words like nails scraping down a chalkboard. I clenched my jaw, trying not to react. They didn’t know the half of it, how I felt like an animal trapped in a cage, facing a fate worse than death.The food they served was beyond appalling. Each meal was a grayish, tasteless s