บททั้งหมดของ RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

I didn’t sleep after the ridge.The sky was starting to blush at the edges when I sent the email. One line, no subject, no drama:“Please find attached proof of manipulated evidence connected to Jenny Aldrin.”Attached was everything: the screenshots, the voice memos, the receipts. I blind-copied the Dean, the student ethics committee, the department chair, and a few carefully chosen voices on campus who still believed in integrity over gossip.I hit send and sat back.And just like that, my truth stopped being a secret.The response came faster than I expected.By noon, Jenny’s name was on every group chat. People were calling her out, screenshotting her Instagram stories and comparing them to the Venmo receipts. A few bold ones even posted clips from the voice memos. One message in particular had everyone’s blood turning cold:“Of course I can make her look guilty. Jeff’s a weak spot — she’s too into him. If I destroy that, she’ll break herself.”There it was. Jenny’s voice. Cold. C

The paper trembled in my hands.Not because of the cold — it wasn’t cold.Because somewhere inside, I already knew.This wasn’t just a game Jenny was playing.This was strategy. This was war.I leaned against the stone railing of the bridge, heart pounding, and began to read.It was a scanned email thread.The first was dated three months before Jeff and I ever got involved.Subject: Incident Report — ConfidentialFrom: S. Vale, Assistant DeanTo: J. OrtegaJeff,We’ve reviewed your handling of the issue with your former student, Camilo Nunez. While the complaint doesn’t warrant formal investigation at this time, HR is advising a temporary shift in your mentoring responsibilities.Keep a low profile. Lay off any extracurricular involvement with students this semester — especially new ones.I’ve spoken with the board. We’ve got your back, but don’t give them more ammunition.—SVMy stomach dropped.Camilo?A complaint?Why didn’t Jeff ever mention this?There was more. A second email,

The weight of the revelations pressed heavily on my chest as I sat in the dimly lit room, the glow from Leti's phone screen casting eerie shadows on the walls. The headline still burned into my retinas:BREAKING: European Tycoon Jeff Ortega Linked to Corporate Sabotage and Cover-Up in Hypernova Collapse.I looked up at Leti, her eyes mirroring the turmoil I felt. "We need to find Camilo," I whispered, determination hardening my voice.Leti nodded, already pulling up flight schedules on her tablet. "Madrid?""Yes. If anyone has the answers, it's him."The flight to Madrid was a blur. My mind raced with memories, questions, and a growing sense of dread. Upon arrival, the city's vibrant energy felt muted, overshadowed by the storm looming over us.We found Camilo in a modest apartment on the outskirts of the city. He looked gaunt, shadows under his eyes, but there was a spark of recognition and relief when he saw us."Demi," he breathed, pulling me into a hesitant embrace."Camilo, I nee

Julian was late.That wasn’t like him. Jeff’s men were never late unless something was wrong. My pulse ticked faster with each passing second, and I kept one hand inside the pocket of my navy blazer, fingers grazing the small flash drive Esteban had mailed to a dead drop in Zurich two days earlier. It looked unassuming—a scratched plastic stick with a fake IBM label—but inside it was the only tool capable of bypassing Julian’s biometric locks.I stood in the sterile server chamber of Nexar Holdings—one of Jeff Ortega’s newest phantom startups disguised as an AI logistics firm. To the outside world, we managed drone inventory for post-conflict reconstruction zones. In reality, the shipments were anything but humanitarian. I knew that now. Containers labeled educational kits were filled with unregistered hardware—jammer circuits, surveillance chips, autonomous combat nodes.It was a war economy, digitized and made elegant by men like Jeff.And I was inside it.“Motion sensors down,” Est

He showed me footage next.Grainy clips of late-night meetings. Names I recognized—names that were supposed to be allies—whispering about asset liquidation and controlled narratives. In one, the man who’d chaired my inquiry hearing was caught handing over an envelope of crypto keys to a broker whose face was pixelated beyond recognition.“They owned the outcome before the trial ever began,” Jeff said.I sat down then.Because my legs didn’t want to hold me anymore.“And you never told me?” I asked.“If I had, you’d have done something reckless.”He wasn’t wrong. I still wanted to.“What about now?” I asked. “Are you going to keep protecting me from the truth?”He looked at me for a long time. Not like a handler. Not like a man looking at a threat.Like someone who’d once cared. Maybe still did.“No,” he said quietly. “Now you deserve to see everything.”He handed me another file.This one was labeled PROJECT: VESTIGE.“What is this?” I asked.“Aurelius’s next move,” Jeff said. “And yo