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My Ex-Husband, You Will Never Hurt Me Again Chapter 63
The door slammed hard enough to rattle the glass in the windows.Sophie jumped, her hand tightening around the edge of the blanket draped across her legs. She was curled up on Ryan’s wide couch, still in the oversized sweater Isla had brought her after the warehouse.She looked up just in time to see Ryan storm in.His jaw was locked. His coat still on. Blood dried near his collar from the reopened wound he hadn’t let anyone touch.“You have a death wish?” he growled, voice sharp and echoing in the vast, glass-walled room. “Because that’s the only explanation I can think of.”Sophie stood slowly. “Ryan.. ”“You shouldn’t have been there.”He pointed at her like the words were a sentence.“You weren’t supposed to follow me. You weren’t supposed to step into that warehouse. And you sure as hell weren’t supposed to get in the line of fire.. again.”She folded her arms. “And if I hadn’t come?”“I would’ve handled it.”“You’d be dead.”He stopped.She stepped forward. “You were outnumbered
My Ex-Husband, You Will Never Hurt Me Again Chapter 62
The study at Bruce Hendricks’ private estate was dimly lit, the glow of a single lamp throwing soft amber light over the oak desk. A fire crackled low in the hearth, untouched. Rain tapped against the tall windows behind him, steady and cold.Bruce sat in a leather chair, papers untouched on the desk before him. His jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, and a half-empty tumbler of bourbon sat beside his untouched phone. His tie hung loose around his collar.He stared into the flames, jaw tight.The silence didn’t last.The door creaked open.Roth, his security chief, entered and crossed the room with quiet steps, holding a phone in one hand, a folder in the other.Bruce looked up. One glance at Roth’s face told him everything.“Say it.”Roth hesitated. “We confirmed it. Alexander’s dead.”Bruce didn’t move.“Single shot to the chest. Sophie and DeMarco were both seen on-site. The last camera caught her leaving with him.”Still nothing.Roth placed the folder on the desk, hesitating. “We…
My Ex-Husband, You Will Never Hurt Me Again Chapter 61
The steady tick of a clock filled Bruce’s office, soft and precise.He didn’t notice it.His focus was on the printed contracts spread across his desk, a pen in one hand, a pair of reading glasses in the other. He wasn’t wearing the glasses. He was tapping them against his knee absently, reading a clause for the third time and still not absorbing the words.A coffee cup sat half full to his right, untouched for nearly an hour.His office was quiet, almost too quiet. The floor-to-ceiling windows let in the pale light of late morning, casting long stripes across the polished wood. A stack of acquisition files waited beside a glowing monitor. One deal was closing in Rome, another in Dubai. Two more needed signatures before end-of-day.He should’ve been reviewing numbers. Refining strategies. Watching markets.Instead, he was pacing.He hated how often his thoughts strayed now.. away from spreadsheets and into memory. Sophie’s face in that photo. The way she looked at DeMarco. Her posture
My Ex-Husband, You Will Never Hurt Me Again Chapter 60
The warehouse was quiet when Ryan stepped inside.Too quiet.His boots echoed across the cracked concrete as he moved, gun holstered but ready. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his spine, the way his breath slowed without him thinking, the way his fingers hovered closer to the grip.The air stank of oil, rust, and cold metal. Dust floated lazily in slats of low light from the shattered windows above. He’d been in places like this before. The setup was always the same: too many exits, too few places to hide, and just enough silence to make someone doubt their instincts.But Ryan didn’t doubt anymore.He stopped in the middle of the floor, scanning.It was supposed to be a lead.. a broker feeding intel about one of Bruce’s off-shore accounts. James had flagged it as suspicious, but Ryan didn’t wait. The location came through Alexander’s old channels, which told him everything he needed to know.He wasn’t here for intel.He was here for the end of something.Then.. A click.Meta
My Ex-Husband, You Will Never Hurt Me Again Chapter 59
Upper West Side, 9:47 PMThe restaurant was nearly empty. Private dining, closed kitchen, dark booths. One waiter. No music. Just clinking glass and the slow hum of tension.Alexander sat in the corner booth, fingers drumming the edge of a half-empty whiskey glass.The man across from him was older. Well-dressed, but understated. One of Bruce’s men.. an operator who didn’t appear on paper, didn’t speak unless spoken to. His name wasn’t important. His use was.Alexander leaned back, watching the man over the rim of his glass.“You get the file?”The man nodded, placing a thin folder on the table.Alexander didn’t touch it. “Good. That’s everything on DeMarco?”“Movements. Guards. Weak points,” the man said. His voice was deep but quiet. “He changes routine often. But everyone makes mistakes.”Alexander gave a dry laugh. “Not DeMarco.”The man didn’t blink. “Then make him.”A silence settled.Alexander finally picked up the folder, opened it, and scanned the first page.“You know why I’
My Ex-Husband, You Will Never Hurt Me Again Chapter 58
The sun was barely up when Alexander showed up at the safehouse.James answered the door. He didn’t say anything.. just opened it slowly and gave a quiet, measuring look before stepping aside.Alexander walked in, confident as ever in a navy coat and black sweater. The morning light caught on his watch. He carried no flowers, no gifts. Just expectation.Sophie was in the kitchen. She stood by the sink, sleeves rolled, rinsing her hands under cold water. The blood had dried into the creases of her fingers. It took too long to scrub it off. She hadn’t changed clothes yet.Alexander stopped in the middle of the room and took her in.“You look like hell,” he said.She didn’t turn.“I’ve had worse nights,” she said softly.He stepped closer. “So it was him.”She went still. The water kept running.“DeMarco?” he asked.Sophie didn’t answer.He stepped around the counter, stopping just short of her side. “Your hands are shaking.”“I’m fine.”“No, you’re not.”She turned off the faucet. Dried
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