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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FOURTEEN: THE IMITATOR: LONAKI.
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THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SIXTEEN: VELVET SMUGGLERS.
AVERY’S POV:I took a final look at the garden through the floor-length window. Lights sparkled, people laughed, and soft music filled the air.Let them think it was just toys.Let them believe in the fantasy.They had no idea what I was truly building — and that was exactly how I wanted it.***The applause had faded. The lights outside the garden had dimmed to nothing but a twinkle. Even the orchestra had packed up and gone, leaving behind the kind of silence only wealth could afford.But for us, the night had only just begun.We were no longer in designer heels and charming small talk. I’d changed into black boots and a structured jacket — my hair tied back, sleeves rolled. In the quiet of the factory’s top floor, I looked nothing like the glowing CEO who had just launched a toy company to standing ovations.This was the other side.The real side.The loft now buzzed with quiet coordination. The floors had been reinforced, lined with industrial panels that led to our custom packing
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FIFTEEN: THE LAUNCH.
AVERY’S POV:I stood before the building, the one that had once crumbled under neglect, faded dreams, and layers of dust thick enough to bury a future. Two months ago, I’d taken it back from the baker — a deal no one expected, and even fewer understood. What stood here now… wasn’t just a revival. It was a resurrection. And this time, it bore our names.The launch was set behind the building, in the garden I’d personally designed from scratch — rows of blush peonies, golden orchids, and white jasmine climbed arched trellises like they were ascending into heaven. Strings of warm fairy lights crisscrossed above the seated guests like constellations. A string quartet played a soft, whimsical tune, and even the air felt sweeter, almost enchanted.People arrived in tailored suits and silk dresses, their expressions a blend of awe and confusion. I welcomed them with a smile that didn’t quite reach the truth. After all, I wasn’t just launching a stuffed animal company today.I was launching a
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FOURTEEN: THE IMITATOR: LONAKI.
AVERY’S POV:I stared into the mirror—hard. My own eyes felt foreign, hollow, like they didn’t belong to me anymore. They weren’t soft or hopeful or warm. They were relentless. My reflection blinked, but it didn’t feel like me.The room behind me buzzed with too many voices, too many footsteps, too many moving bodies. Ashley and Serena huddled in the corner, heads bent over the final guest list. Serena’s phone never left her hand—cross-checking names, running background checks on every attendee. She had finally learned her place, after accepting that I was in charge. Loyalty now coursed through her like blood. Ashley, always competent, managed everything I wouldn’t. I didn’t trust her with the full truth, but that never stopped her from handling things with grace.Across the room, Thaddeus and Baron talked security. I could tell by Baron’s furrowed brows that something had gone slightly off-plan again. Cameras. Routes. Access points. Adjustments were being made in real-time. They were
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTEEN: AXEVY SEA STUFFY.
AXEL’S POV:On the screen, his wife and two daughters sat inside a dark, quiet room. Their hands were bound, their faces damp with tears. The unmistakable gleam of fuel coated their hair and clothes. One of my men stood a few feet away—expression unreadable—thumb flicking a lighter open and shut.The baker choked on a breath. His knees gave out. He collapsed in front of me, scrambling to clutch the hem of my suit pants with trembling fingers.“Please—no, no, don’t—don’t hurt them. Please, I’ll do anything,” he sobbed, face crumpling into raw panic. “Please, they didn’t do anything wrong. I was stupid—I didn’t mean it—I’ll sell! I’ll sign! Just don’t hurt my girls.”I stared down at him coldly.“That arrogance of yours,” I said flatly, shaking his grip off my pant leg. “It just cost you. I’m slashing our original offer by fifty percent.”His sob turned into a broken cry. “Please…”Thaddeus stepped forward with a file containing temporary documentation. “Sign here,” I said, tapping the
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWELVE: TAKING BACK WHAT WAS STOLEN.
AVERY'S POV:I woke up slumped over the desk in Axel’s home office, the stiffness in my neck pulsing like a warning bell. A file was stuck to my cheek, and my hand was still curled around a pen I didn’t remember setting down. I blinked against the pale light creeping in from the window, dry eyes struggling to focus.God, I was exhausted.My entire body ached—not just from pregnancy, but from being stretched too thin between business, grief, and strategy. But it had been worth it. Every spreadsheet, every ledger, every report… I’d devoured them through the night like a woman possessed. Because I had to be. After I left Axel, I'd returned here.Today was going to be brutal.With a deep groan, I pushed myself off the desk. My spine protested and my belly felt heavier than ever. Still, I shuffled toward the adjoining bathroom, peeling off the sweater I wore and setting my hair in a quick bun. A moment of stillness found me as I massaged warm almond oil into my belly. The baby kicked light
THE WIFE YOU LEFT CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & ELEVEN: A NEW PROJECT.
AVERY’S POV:As the door closed behind her, I returned to the endless stack of documents. Contracts. Financial breakdowns. Threat assessments.I picked at my food between pages—spoon in one hand, red pen in the other—until a quiet knock broke through the quiet.“Come in,” I said without looking up.The door creaked open, and Baron stepped in. He wasn’t dressed like he’d gone to sleep. In fact, he looked like he hadn’t even thought of it. His sleeves were rolled, his posture straight—but his eyes showed hesitation and thoughts.He closed the door behind him and stood by it for a second, hands behind his back like a soldier waiting for orders.“I didn’t want to say anything earlier,” he said. “Not in front of the others.”That made me glance up.Baron didn’t fidget. He was a man of action, not confession.“I’ve been with Axel longer than anyone still breathing, besides Ryan,” he continued. “I knew him back when everything was just muscle and messages. When we were sleeping in a differen
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