บททั้งหมดของ CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The storm outside the cabin raged on, wind rattling the windows as if nature itself was trying to warn us. I paced back and forth, my mind racing. Someone close to me had betrayed us. Someone we trusted was working with Dominic Vale.Oliver sat by the fireplace, his sharp eyes following my every move. “We need to figure this out, Emily. Fast. If the mole gets away, we lose our chance to turn the tables.” I nodded, swallowing the knot of anger and disbelief building in my chest. Eleanor Kane’s smug departure was proof that betrayal was close—too close. But who else? Who had wormed their way into our circle? Mikey sat on the couch beside Ava, fiddling nervously with the corner of his blanket. He was too young to understand all the intricacies, but he sensed the tension. His wide, curious eyes darted between me and Oliver, silent but alert. "Mommy?" Mikey’s small voice broke through the tension. "Why is everyone so mad?" Ava gave him a reassuring squeeze, her eyes flickering with

The room was a storm of motion—Dominic’s men surrounded us, their weapons raised. The red light on the bomb blinked faster, each pulse driving fear deeper into my chest. This was the endgame. Dominic had orchestrated everything to perfection.Oliver was locked in a brutal struggle with one of the men, the two of them rolling across the wooden floor in a tangle of fists. Ava crouched by the couch, clutching Mikey protectively, her wide eyes darting toward me. Think, Emily. Think. I couldn’t let it end here. Not like this. I forced myself to focus on the blinking bomb—three wires: red, blue, and yellow. A classic trap, designed to make me overthink. I could disarm it. I had to. But that wouldn’t solve everything. We were still cornered. I needed to flip the situation—use their overconfidence against them. I took a deep breath, steadying my thoughts. “Oliver!” I called, my voice sharp and clear. “Buy me 30 seconds!” He shot me a grim look, then threw a brutal punch that sent his o

The room was thick with tension, the air electric with the weight of Nathan's threat hanging over us. The detonator in his hand felt like a ticking time bomb, and I could barely breathe, my chest tightening as panic coursed through me. All my instincts screamed to flee, but I stood frozen in place, grappling with the reality that Nathan, my oldest friend, had betrayed me. “What do you think you’re going to do?” I asked, forcing the words past my clenched throat. “You really think this will end well for you?” Nathan’s smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look that sent a chill racing down my spine. “You don’t understand, Emily. This isn’t about me. It’s about you finally facing the truth.” He stepped closer, the device still clenched tightly in his fist. “You’ve been manipulating everyone around you—including me. You had no idea how your ambition would push me into the shadows, did you?” I felt a wave of anger wash over me, mixed with disbelief. “I never wanted to push

Oliver and I stepped through the heavy metal door of the warehouse, the sharp scent of saltwater and rust hanging in the air. The silence was too perfect, too deliberate, like the lull before a storm. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing louder in the eerie stillness. Nathan was waiting for us. I knew it. But so was the key to stopping him. This wasn’t just about uncovering his hidden weakness—it was about exploiting it before he could adjust. Everything we’d fought for was balanced on a knife’s edge, and the clock was running out. Oliver gave me a quick glance as he pulled out his phone, keeping his other hand near the concealed gun at his side. "I’m tapping into the security feeds now," he whispered. His fingers moved with a speed born of experience—steady, reliable. Oliver was one of the few people I could still trust without reservation, and I clung to that trust like a lifeline. The screen flickered, and grainy surveillance footage from inside the warehouse popped

I stood frozen as the sirens faded, Nathan’s parting words echoing in my mind like a twisted symphony: “You’re the key to everything.” The cold steel of realization wrapped around me, tighter with each passing second. What the hell had I stumbled into? The air inside the ruined warehouse reeked of smoke, dust, and betrayal. I tried to focus on Oliver as he approached me, his face taut with concern. “Emily, are you okay?” I wanted to answer, to say something that would make sense of what just happened, but nothing in my life made sense anymore. Nathan’s cryptic words rattled in my brain like a puzzle missing too many pieces. How could I be the target? What did they know about me that I didn’t?I brushed past Oliver, barely aware of the bruises blossoming across my body. My phone buzzed in my pocket. The vibration felt like a bomb ticking down to zero. I fished it out with trembling hands and stared at the unknown number flashing across the screen.“Emily.” Oliver placed a firm hand