All Chapters of The Ex-Wife Revenge Plan.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Jackson's POVI could not shake off the tension built up over the past weeks. The plot against Kylie had grown too huge to be ignored, and it was time we hit back in a way that would force the enemy to step out into the open. Kylie and I had gone over every detail, every possible mole in her inner circle. The verdict was one: we had to set a trap.We suggested keeping it straightforward but risky: plant fictions that Kylie was negotiating a major new deal. In the remote chance of this contract being leaked to the media, we'd have sure that there was an individual in her inner circle who was our mole. I even pictured cogitatin' going through my mind as we negotiated about the best minutiae undercover during a telephone call one evening with Kylie."Kylie, I've got some news regarding a potential investor—one who is willing to do a massive partnership. It's massive, and it'll rock things for sure," I said to her, my voice low and contained. I did not tell her that all of this was fabric

Kylie's POVI sat at my desk, staring at the papers spread out before me, the burden of all of the secrets and all of the lies spread out before me. The last few weeks had been a nightmare—Rachel's betrayal, the VP's behind-the-scenes maneuvering, and the specter of an international competitor looming over my head all threatening to destroy me. But today, I was taking back Bhutan.I phoned James first. The low, level voice answered, and I didn't waste a moment. "James, we must talk—today. We need to map the counterattack.".James was in my office within minutes, his face set in a grim expression. Jackson followed close on his heels, and we held a hurried war council in my office. We were somber and serious-faced. I presented all of the evidence that we had gathered over the last several weeks—emails, bank records, internal memos—all of them pointing to the Vice President as the leaker of state secrets and aider and abettor of foreign enemies."Check this out," I said to her, pointing

Kylie's POVI did not sleep much last night. Woken at dawn by a call telling me that yet another lawsuit had been filed against Bhutan…one that could ruin all I had struggled to achieve. I rushed to my office, my heart pounding, and began fitting the pieces together. It was not a new lawsuit. It was the final competitor's final stab, a carefully staged attack meant to bring our firm down once and for all.I stared at stacks of lawsuit papers covering my desk and screaming desperation and urgency on every page. The veteran shadow competitor had raised the stakes. They constructed this newest lawsuit on flimsy assumptions and fabricated statistics, intended to undermine investor confidence and push the board into a corner. I knew I was fighting not just for my company and reputation but the future of Bhutan. If I lost this battle, I would lose everything—company, legacy, and Bhutan's future."Not again," I muttered to myself, slamming the folder shut. The pressure was already building.

Kylie's POVI was in bed with a heavy heart. The past two weeks had been a blur of lawsuits, betrayals, and relentless media barrage. Every new morning began dawning with something new—a new accusation against me, a new revelation of a secretly drawn agenda. I could feel the psychological tension piling up. But today, I said to myself, it would be different. It was time I took matters into my own hands.I was seated in the office at my workstation staring blankly at an empty screen as I was trying to cool down. My thoughts were racing with worry regarding the state of things in how the Bhutan future was progressing and what had been accomplished to my reputation. All the dishonesty rested on my shoulders like an anvil, but I was aware that I was not going to allow that to be the stumbling block towards healing. I took a deep breath and powered up my laptop to arrange one-on-one meetings with my loyal lieutenants. The meeting was the breakthrough…amoment to regain confidence and reasse

Jackson's POVI'd been staring at the computer screen for hours, the soft glow of my monitor the only illumination piercing the darkness of my tiny office. The encrypted messages I'd received all day had been piling up, and I knew I was onto something. I leaned back in my chair and massaged my hair, trying to focus. The codes were complex, but I was going to crack them.I had already set up a secure connection with one of our most trusted technical experts, Mia, to help with decryption. "Mia, give me the latest decryption software. I need to run a new analysis on these messages," I ordered into the headset."On it, Jackson. I'm sending the update now," was her calming reply.The first message flashed on my screen, a row of mixed numbers and letters. I rubbed my eyes and typed the command to initiate the decryption process. The software got to work, and words started to form—fractured words and sentences. One sentence stood out: "Phase Two."I muttered to myself, "Phase Two… what does