All Chapters of CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The restaurant was a stark contrast to the tension I felt as I walked through the door. Dimly lit with soft jazz playing in the background, it seemed like the perfect setting for a quiet evening, but tonight it was anything but serene.Daniel was already seated when I arrived, his back straight and his gaze fixed on the window. He looked up as I approached, a smirk playing at his lips. I took my seat across from him, trying to mask the unease settling in my stomach."Emily," Daniel greeted, his voice smooth but carrying an edge. "I'm glad you could make it.""Let's just get this over with," I replied, taking a sip of water to steady my nerves.The evening began with small talk, a pretense of civility that barely masked the underlying tension. Daniel spoke about his latest business ventures, but his words seemed to be loaded with subtext. Every so often, he’d lean forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as if gauging my reaction to his carefully chosen topics.“Your company is doing quite

The lingering tension from my encounter with Rachel hung heavy in the air as I sat at my desk, staring at the phone that had just rung with that cryptic message. My mind buzzed with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. Who could possibly want to help me take down Daniel, and why?As the evening settled, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was on the brink of something major. I glanced at the clock—7:00 PM. The unknown caller’s message had instructed me to meet at a quiet café downtown, a place I knew well from before my life had become a whirlwind of corporate battles and personal betrayals.Arriving at the café, I found a secluded booth in the back, the dim lighting providing a veil of privacy. My nerves were on edge as I scanned the room, waiting for my mysterious contact. The café was nearly empty, save for a few scattered patrons. The wait felt eternal.Finally, a figure entered—a tall, sharply dressed man with an air of confidence and purpose. His face was obscu

After the tension of Sam’s confession, the last thing I expected was to find comfort in Oliver’s presence. He had become a steadying force in the whirlwind of deception and betrayal surrounding me, and as we worked side by side, I couldn’t help but notice how naturally we fit together.His office had become something of a refuge for me, a space where I could breathe, think clearly, and strategize without the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. We had spent the last few days going over every piece of evidence, every angle Daniel and Rachel could be playing. But today, something felt different—like the storm that had been brewing for so long had finally settled, if only for a moment.I glanced at Oliver as he leaned over the desk, his sharp eyes scanning the papers in front of him. His focus was unwavering, and I found myself watching him longer than I should have. There was something comforting in the way he carried himself—calm, confident, and, lately, more open. We had both be

The dim glow of the street lights flickered as I sat in my car, Daniel’s message still lingering on my phone’s screen. My pulse was erratic, my mind swimming with the revelation from my mother’s letter. I didn’t know how to process it all—the hidden connection between her and Daniel, the warning that echoed through her words. But one thing was clear: Daniel had been pulling strings long before I ever stepped into this game.I needed to stay ahead of him.As I navigated the dark streets back to my apartment, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. My paranoia had increased ever since I’d learned just how deep Daniel’s reach went. But this wasn’t just about him anymore. His assistant, Rachel, had become a looming threat too, lurking in the shadows of every conversation and scheme. Rachel had always been ambitious, but lately, there was something far more sinister about her. I could sense the cold calculation behind her eyes, the silent hunger for power. I knew she was gunning fo

The silence that followed the call was deafening. I stood there, my phone still pressed to my ear, as if the man on the other end might suddenly speak again, offering more cryptic clues about my fate. But the line was dead, leaving nothing but questions in its wake.Oliver’s hand touched my shoulder, pulling me out of the haze. "Emily, who was that?" His voice was calm, but I could hear the concern laced beneath it. He’d just witnessed a conversation that could shift the entire direction of the mess we were in, and yet I had no answers. Only more uncertainty.I lowered my phone slowly, my hands trembling. "I don’t know exactly. He said he could help me, but… he didn’t give a name."Oliver’s expression tightened. "What did he want?"I shook my head, walking to the window as if the answer would appear in the city skyline. "He offered help—said he had information that could clear my name. But, there’s a price.""A price?" Oliver’s tone sharpened. "What kind of price?""I don’t know, he d