All Chapters of CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As I stared down at Oliver's message, a sickening knot formed in my stomach. "I hope you're not making decisions without me." It was as if he knew exactly where I was headed. Every part of my body tensed with the weight of that realization. I was on the cusp of something dangerous, a tangled mess I couldn’t yet fully grasp. I needed answers, but more importantly, I needed to know who was playing me—and how deep this game went.The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. As I made my way to the parking lot, the cold, crisp air hit me like a slap in the face. I was about to head toward my car when my phone buzzed again. This time, it was Claire, my trusted assistant."Emily, we’ve got a serious problem," she said, her voice panicked. "You need to get back to the office right now."The dread in her tone made my pulse race. "What is it?""Our servers… they’ve been breached. Someone’s stolen sensitive data. And it’s bad, Emily."I froze. This coul

I left the restaurant in a haze, Daniel’s words still echoing in my mind. You need me.What was his game? Why did my mother tie me to him in such a way? It felt like I was walking through a maze, only for the walls to keep closing in on me. My thoughts swirled, the cold night air barely registering as I made my way back to my car.The ride home was suffocating. I gripped the steering wheel tighter than I should have, trying to suppress the growing anxiety clawing at me. Every corner I turned in my life lately seemed to lead me back to Daniel. He was everywhere, haunting my every step, like a shadow I couldn’t shake.By the time I reached my apartment, my phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket, pulling me out of my thoughts. I parked and fished it out, seeing an unfamiliar number. Hesitant, I answered."Hello?""Ms. Carter," a smooth voice purred on the other end. "I hope I’m not interrupting your evening."The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place it. "Who is this?"A pa

I sat in my car outside Oliver’s office, the weight of the document I’d found still heavy in my lap. The name “Derek” kept echoing in my mind, pulling me back into memories I had long since tried to bury. But I couldn’t afford to think about that now. There was a more immediate threat on my plate—Oliver’s connection to Daniel, and whatever game they were playing.The sleek black building that housed Grant Enterprises loomed in front of me, its glass reflecting the muted light of the cloudy sky. I clenched the steering wheel, trying to steady my nerves. Whatever this document meant, it was time to confront Oliver about it.Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car and headed inside. The receptionist, a tall brunette with a perfect posture and a piercing gaze, smiled politely as I approached.“Miss Carter, Mr. Grant is expecting you. His office is on the top floor.”“Thank you,” I replied, giving her a tight smile before heading to the elevator.As I ascended to the top floor, my m

I left Oliver’s office feeling more confused than ever. The air outside felt heavy, and my mind buzzed with questions I couldn’t answer. Could I trust anything Oliver had said, or was he just another player in a game far bigger than I realized? And Rachel... What did she mean when she said I was more involved than I knew?But one thing was clear—if I was going to survive this, I needed answers. And there was someone who might have them: Sam.I had spent weeks wondering how Sam, my right-hand man, could have been involved in sabotaging my company. I had trusted him with everything—he was practically family. But the evidence was stacking up against him, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer.My footsteps echoed in the hallway as I approached his office. My heart pounded, and my palms were sweaty, but I kept moving. I had to confront him. Whatever the truth was, I needed to hear it from him.I pushed open the door to Sam’s office without knocking. He looked up from his desk, startled, his

I stood outside the restaurant, staring at the entrance, my reflection flickering in the glass. The words Daniel had spoken the night before still echoed in my mind. "You don't have much time, Emily. Make your decision wisely." My stomach churned at the thought of what tonight might bring. This wasn't just a business dinner; it was something far more dangerous. But I needed answers, and Daniel was the only one who could provide them—if I could sift through the layers of manipulation he always cloaked himself in.My phone buzzed in my hand, breaking through my thoughts. It was Sam. His text was short, his concern palpable: Are you really doing this?*I typed back quickly. I have to. I’ll let you know how it goes.Sam didn’t respond right away, but I could imagine his furrowed brow and the way his jaw would tighten whenever Daniel’s name was mentioned. He didn’t trust him, and honestly, neither did I. But I couldn't keep running away from the man who seemed to be controlling my life fro