All Chapters of My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The tension in the air was palpable as James paced back and forth in the empty hallway, his mind a whirlwind of rage. His mother stood beside him, her arms crossed over her chest, the same scornful expression on her face. They had just witnessed Rita's bold departure from the conference room, her composure and defiance leaving them seething with frustration. But James wasn’t ready to let her go without one last attempt to tear her down."That girl!" James muttered under his breath, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "How dare she humiliate us in front of everyone? She thinks she’s too good for us now? She thinks she’s some high and mighty CEO’s daughter? I’ll show her who she really is!"His mother, never one to let an opportunity for humiliation pass, leaned in close, her voice dripping with venom. "She’s nothing but a golddigger, James. Always has been. She left us for the city, for a better life, pretending like she was some sort of saint. It’s clear she only married you for

Two days after the scandalous encounter at the company’s gates, life had seemingly returned to normal, but Rita felt a heaviness in her chest she couldn’t shake. There was a gnawing sense of unease following her everywhere—from her office to her car, even at the café across the street where she usually grabbed her late-day coffee.That day, as she left work slightly later than usual, she had the nagging feeling again. She stopped at a bookstore, pretended to browse through a shelf of novels, and turned quickly—only to catch a flash of someone ducking behind a pillar outside.Her instincts went on high alert.This had gone on for too long.She reached out to her personal driver, Charles, and asked him to take a different route back home. They made several confusing turns through traffic, but the same car—unfamiliar and tinted—kept trailing them a few lengths back.Enough was enough.Rita made a few calls, and by the following morning, her private investigator had gathered the truth.Sh

Anthony was in the middle of a crucial meeting with potential investors—three international partners who had flown in that morning, eyes sharp and pens ready to sign off a deal that had taken weeks to prepare. Seated at the head of the conference table, Anthony was calm and composed, flipping through the proposal with confidence, responding to every inquiry with poise.Just then, his assistant, Nina, burst into the room, breathless and visibly pale.Everyone turned to her in surprise.“Sir… I’m sorry to interrupt but—”Anthony looked up, a slight crease forming between his brows. “What is it, Nina?”She hesitated, then said in a low, urgent voice, “It’s Rita. She’s been rushed to the hospital.”Time froze.The pen in Anthony’s hand slipped and clattered to the table. His eyes widened. “What…?”“She fell down the stairs, sir. She’s in critical condition. The family’s already there—”Anthony didn’t wait to hear more. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” he said sharply, standing up so fast his chair

He had watched silently from afar for the past two days, observing Anthony’s devotion, the way he hovered protectively around his sister. But now, it was time to speak his mind.Anthony barely looked up when Harry opened the door and stepped in.“We need to talk,” Harry said, voice low but firm.Anthony turned his gaze to him and nodded. “Let’s step out. I don’t want to wake her.”They moved out to the hallway, where the dim lights cast soft shadows across the walls. The moment the door shut behind them, Harry’s calm demeanor shifted.He stepped closer, folding his arms across his chest. “I’ve been watching you, Anthony. Sitting by her side like a saint, like a man in love. And I need to ask you—what exactly do you want with my sister?”Anthony straightened, his expression sincere but unreadable. “I want to protect her. I want to be there for her and the baby. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”Harry scoffed softly. “That’s not an answer. Don’t give me vague promises. She’s been through he

Martin sat alone in his office that night, the only light coming from the bright glow of his computer screens. Files, footage, call records—everything Anita had been involved in—were laid out before him like a well-designed trap that finally made sense.And then it all clicked.Linet.The pattern was eerily similar. Linet had been involved in strange side meetings, secretive phone calls, and suspicious absences. But now, the call Anita had made confirmed it. The distorted voice on the other end… Martin had heard it before. He ran it through a voice modulation program, stripped away the distortion, and narrowed down potential matches from archived surveillance data.And there it was.A man named Cyrus Muwanga.He was a known corporate predator—one who had a reputation for manipulating employees within organizations to steal confidential data, especially before high-stake biddings. He would sell the data to rival companies or use it to sabotage competitors.Martin leaned back in his cha