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My Billionaire Ex Forgot Our Divorce:I Became His Wife Again Chapter 33 — Victoria's Turn
Chapter 33 — Victoria's TurnI bring the storage unit evidence to Victoria the next morning, before breakfast, before either of us has had coffee, because some conversations deserve to happen before the day has a chance to build any more armor around either of us.She's already at her desk when I arrive, reading glasses low on her nose, a stack of correspondence half-sorted in front of her. She looks up when I close the door behind me, and something in my expression must give away how serious this is, because she sets her pen down immediately, all business."You look like a woman who didn't sleep," she says."I didn't." I cross the room and set my phone on the desk in front of her, the storage unit photographs already pulled up. "I need you to see this before anyone else does."She reads through the photographed messages in complete silence, her expression giving away nothing until she reaches the final exchange — *Thursday. Everything needs to be finalized by Thursday* — where somet
My Billionaire Ex Forgot Our Divorce:I Became His Wife Again Chapter 32 — An Uneasy Alliance
Chapter 32 — An Uneasy AllianceHe finds me in the study that night, exactly where I expect him to, and for once he doesn't wait for me to set the terms of the conversation."I need you to tell me what you know about Thursday," he says, closing the door behind him. "Not fragments. Not whatever you think is safe to hand me. Everything."I set down my pen slowly, studying him. There's a different quality to his voice tonight, less careful, less managed, something closer to a man who's finally decided the cost of staying quiet has grown larger than the cost of being honest."Why the sudden urgency," I say. "You've spent weeks asking me to trust your silence. Now you want mine handed over on demand?""Because someone's about to leak information about the South Corridor to a journalist, and apparently that same day is the deadline for whatever's actually been orchestrating my life since I woke up in that hospital bed," he says. "If I'm going to be blindsided by something that could destro
My Billionaire Ex Forgot Our Divorce:I Became His Wife Again Chapter 31 — The Slip
The emergency board session gets called at nine in the morning, which is unusual enough on its own to tell me something's gone wrong before anyone explains what. Victoria's already seated when I arrive, her face carefully composed, though I've learned to read the particular stiffness in her shoulders as something closer to alarm than her usual controlled calm. "A journalist reached out to the press office overnight," she says, once the room is full and the door is closed. "Questions about irregular shipping routes tied to Cross Enterprises. Specific enough that whoever's feeding them information has real access, not speculation." My stomach drops. The South Corridor. "How specific," Alexander asks, his voice carefully even, though I catch the tension in his jaw the second the question leaves his mouth. "Specific enough to name Doyle directly," Victoria says. "And specific enough to reference a shell entity connected to a name none of us have said out loud in this room before." D
My Billionaire Ex Forgot Our Divorce:I Became His Wife Again Chapter 30
Chapter 30 — The Second PhoneRenata comes to me two days later, slipping a folded note into my hand during a moment when no one else is watching, the kind of careful, practiced motion that tells me this isn't the first time she's had to pass information without being seen doing it.*Storage unit. Fairview Self-Storage, unit 214. Access code 0819. I don't go there myself... I only ever receive instructions to leave things or collect things left for me. I've never had the courage to look inside anything beyond what I'm told to move.*I fold the note into my pocket and go about the rest of my day as normally as I can manage, though normal has become a difficult word to define lately. At dinner, Alexander asks whether I'm feeling alright, I've apparently gone quiet enough that even he's noticed, which unsettles me more than I let show."I'm fine," I say. "Just tired.""You've been saying that a lot lately.""So have you," I say, and something in his expression shifts, like he wants to p
My Billionaire Ex Forgot Our Divorce:I Became His Wife Again Chapter 29 — Watching Renata
I didn't confront her again right away. Grant's warning sits heavy enough in my mind that I force myself to do the harder thing instead, wait, watch, let Renata believe whatever conclusion she drew from our hallway conversation might have been overreaction rather than exposure.It's harder than it sounds. Patience has never been my weakness, but this particular version of it, sitting across breakfast tables pretending not to notice how carefully Renata avoids meeting my eyes now, how she times her movements through the house to minimize the chances of crossing paths with me at all, tests something in me I didn't know needed testing.On the third day, I follow her.It isn't difficult. She leaves the estate just after four in the afternoon, telling Victoria something about a dentist appointment that I happen to know, from an offhand comment she made weeks ago, isn't due for another two months. I keep my car a careful distance behind hers, the way Grant once taught me during a different
My Billionaire Ex Forgot Our Divorce:I Became His Wife Again Chapter 28 — The Assistan
Grant calls again three days later, and this time I meet him somewhere new, a bookstore café on the other side of the city, far enough from anywhere Cross Enterprises has offices that I let myself relax by a fraction I didn't realize I was holding onto until I felt it ease."I traced the South Corridor's administrative access," he says, sliding a tablet across the small table between us instead of a paper folder this time. "Whoever's been managing the day-to-day routing isn't Doyle. He's a beneficiary, like I said, but the actual logistics...the person quietly making sure each shipment stays just under the review threshold, month after month, for years that takes someone with much closer access to Cross Enterprises' internal systems than a security director would normally have.""Who.""Look at the login timestamps." He taps the screen, pulling up a spreadsheet dense with dates and access codes. "Every adjustment to the South Corridor's routing parameters over the last three years wa
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