Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Underrated Ex-Wife Is A Secret Agent : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Allison's POV. Formulating the plan was the easy part. I had always been good at strategy, but this one was personal. Williams had hurt me in ways that were still difficult to fully comprehend, and now, I was going to hit him where it hurt the most: his pocket. Disguising myself as a middle-aged woman was crucial to the plan. I spent hours perfecting the look. A wig of graying hair, a set of false teeth to alter my smile, heavy makeup to add wrinkles and age spots. By the time I was done, even I barely recognized myself. I slipped into character, adjusting my posture to that of an older woman, slightly hunched and slower in my movements. The final touch was a pair of thick glasses that magnified my eyes and completed the transformation. I looked every bit the part of an unsuspecting older investor. With the disguise in place, I headed to Williams' company. The receptionist barely gave me a second glance as I introduced myself as Mrs. Eleanor Fairfax, a wealthy widow looking to

Williams POV. I couldn't let it go. The humiliation, the financial loss, the sheer audacity of the con—it consumed my every waking thought. I needed answers, and I needed justice. So, I hired John Harrison, the best private investigator money could buy. If anyone could unravel this mystery, it was him. Weeks turned into month as Harrison chased down leads, pieced together clues, and slowly started to untangle the web of deception that had ensnared me. Then, one afternoon, Harrison walked into my office, his expression grave but bold. "I've got something, Mr. Luther," he said, laying a thick folder on my desk. I leaned forward, my pulse quickening. "What is it?" Harrison opened the folder, revealing photographs, documents, and a detailed report. "The woman who scammed you, the one who posed as Mrs. Fairfax, doesn't exist. But I traced her movements and the people she interacted with. It all leads back to one person: Allison Miles." The name struck me like a bolt of lightning

Williams POV. Stalking my ex-wife wasn’t something I’d ever envisioned myself doing. But here I was, dressed like a commoner, blending into the city’s background, and spying on Allison. The woman who had managed to trick me out of $50 million. I should be furious, and I was, but there was something more. That audacity, the cunning—it piqued my interest in her, even more than before. Even though my company had taken a massive hit, I had covered everything up with my own money. The board would never know the full extent of my failure, but it was a bitter pill to swallow. Allison’s new life, the dangerous path she had chosen, pissed me off. How could she live so recklessly? I watched her from a distance, taking note of her movements, her routines. She did take a few resting days from her espionage job, but those seemed to be the rare exceptions. She thrived on danger, on living on the edge. And despite everything, I couldn’t deny that my feelings for her hadn’t waned. If anything,

Allison's POV. As I sat in the sterile, cold hospital corridor, waiting for Jessica to show up, my mind raced with everything that had just transpired. The hospital's fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, showing a harsh glow on the stark white walls. My heart pounded in my chest, the adrenaline from the shootout still coursing through my veins. Edward walked over and stood beside me, his concern evident in his eyes. “Allison, what’s going on? Who is this guy who keeps showing up, and why does he seem to affect you so much?” I sighed, knowing it was time to tell Edward the whole story. “Williams is my ex-husband,” I began, my voice steady but tinged with bitterness. “After my adopted father died, I moved to a new city. I was lost, grieving, and I ended up gaining a lot of weight. That’s when I met Williams. He was different from anyone I had ever known. We fell in love and got married. For three years, it was like a dream.” Edward’s eyes softened, but I could see the tension in hi

Allison's POV.The doorbell rang, startling me out of my thoughts. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Peeking through the peephole, I saw a delivery person holding an enormous bouquet of flowers. I opened the door, and the delivery person handed me the bouquet with a polite smile before walking away.I closed the door and carried the flowers to the kitchen table, setting them down gently. The arrangement was beautiful, with vibrant colors and a sweet fragrance that filled the room. But who would send me flowers?I searched through the bouquet until I found a small card tucked between the stems. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the name.**"Hello, from your stalker. - Williams"**I couldn’t help but laugh. It was stupid and amusing all at once. Here he was, lying in a hospital bed with a bullet wound, and he had the audacity to send me flowers. How pathetic.I rolled my eyes, tossing the card aside. What was he trying to prove? That he still cared? That he was sorry for everything? Sending f