All Chapters of The Ex-Wife Revenge Plan.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Emily's POVThere was a persistent feeling in my head. I had seen little things about Austin's behavior lately. He had been distracted, missing a few meetings, and his phone was always quiet. I was attempting to convince myself that it was stress, but I knew on a deeper level that something was off.I had gotten to mid-morning, sifting through some email updates, before getting an anonymous message. The subject line read: "Your Ex Isn't Who You Think He Is." I hesitated before opening it, then read the short note: "Check out the pictures attached. They represent Austin in a private session with an enigmatic envoy. Observe him keenly."My heart dropped when I scrolled down to see the pictures. There, in most of them, was Austin with a man wearing a black suit and a cold, expressionless face. They were clearly somewhere intimate that was apparently a working space. I felt sad and confused. I picked up my phone and in a low tone whispered, "What is he doing?"I reclined back, attempting

Jackson's POVI had been lurking around Austin for days now. He had been becoming increasingly erratic in his actions, and I knew something else was happening behind what he was doing than he was letting on. Today, I actually did some real stalking after work. I snuck out of the office without anyone noticing and lingered at a distance around the parking lot.I witnessed him drive into a car colored black. He was in serious mood, his face, before he left in his vehicle. I followed his car for a distance unaware that he did. He drove for a while before he pulled out slowly as he drove into a building painted gray at the fringes of the business district. I left behind two vehicles from his and went out to take stock of the entrance.I crept quietly with phone in hand. Austin emerged from his vehicle, glanced around quickly, and moved toward the building. I spotted another individual lingering near the doorway, a guy in a black blazer. My heart beat a little faster; it could be the secon

James's POVI slumped over my desk in the operations room, eyes fixed on multiple screens of data flowing in from branches across Bhutan. For weeks, we had been tracking suspicious financial transactions and encrypted communications that suggested an external threat. Now, information was coming from within. I began cross-checking data from our legal department with reports from other branches."Look at this," I whispered to myself as I looked over a long list of transactions. Some of the codes and aliases did not match what we expected. There was a consistency in the internal emails and document transfers from our legal department. I started to segregate these records. My fingers flew over the keyboard as I filtered data, comparing timestamps and sender IDs.My encrypted phone rang. It was Kylie. "James, how are you?" she asked in her typical crisp, measured tone."Not good, Kylie," I replied. "I am reviewing our information obtained from our legal department and there were irregulari

Kylie's POVI had just settled into my office after a grueling morning of meetings when my secure line chimed with an encrypted message. I de-crypted it, not really expecting much to go down at this late hour. But my eyes went wide when I read the subject title: "You Thought You'd Seen the Last of Me." My heart pounding. It was from Rachel.I stared at the message for a long time. It was short and taunting: "Guess who's back? I hold shares now. Enjoy watching the fall of fools." My stomach churned. Rachel, my old trusted cousin and ally, was now making a bold statement. She wasn't just returning—she was clearly on the side of forces I had long suspected.I automatically called my assistant, Mia, "Mia, grab me all Rachel's messages at once. I require a full transcription and attachments, please." The soothing voice of Mia replied, "Right away, Kylie." Within a nervous couple of minutes, I could see that there were multiple attachments: shots of share data for one of our principal partn

Austin's POVI couldn't get the feeling out of my head that I was on a ledge. My phone rang in my hand as I sat alone in my empty office, and I read the message on the screen. It had been from a number not in my address book. The message was brief, but the threat was clear: "Sabotage Kylie's next transaction or lose everything." I felt my heart pounding as I reread the words. This was syndicate's offer—direct.I grabbed the phone and dialed my syndicate contact, a man I had become somewhat accustomed to knowing as Victor. When he answered the phone, his voice was smooth and unflappable. "Austin, I think you received our message?"I swallowed hard and declared, "Yes, I did. This is serious business, Victor. You're saying that I have to sabotage Kylie's next deal?""Yes," Victor stated firmly. "We expect loyalty. Your involvement in this is not optional. Let us down, and you risk losing it all—your career, your reputation, and your future."I felt a knot of rage and betrayal churn in my