All Chapters of Marrying My Ex for Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Everything I've been researching—protocols, procedures, case studies—none of it matters.The threat isn't theoretical.It's real. It's active. And it's coming for the little girl twenty blocks away, excited about chocolate chip pancakes, completely unaware her father's past just became her present."Get dressed." I'm already moving. Grabbing keys. Phone. Wallet. "I'll drive you home. You pack essentials for both of you. Then we go straight to Owen.""Adrian—""Now, Elena." It comes out sharper than I mean. "We don't have time."She nods. Disappears into my bedroom.I stand at the

The older agent slides a photograph across the conference table. "Thursday night. 11:50 PM. Someone accessed your daughter's school records.""When exactly?" My voice sounds steadier than I feel."I just told you—""No. When did you find out?"The younger agent shifts. "Thursday night. Our system flagged—""So five days ago." Sofia's pen taps once against her legal pad. "And we're only hearing about it now.""We needed to verify the threat—""While my daughter went to school." The anger replaces fear now. "While I went to work. Completely exposed."

Around block three, Ava's grip on the ice cream cone goes slack.In the rearview mirror, her fingers loosen—chocolate-vanilla swirl tilting. Elena reaches back without looking, catches it before disaster strikes."Nice reflexes.""Four years of practice." She sets the cone in a cup holder, wipes sticky fingers with a napkin from the glove box. "Falls asleep mid-bite like someone flipped a switch."Streetlights paint shadows across Elena's face as I drive.The light catches her profile—the line of her jaw, the way her hair falls across her shoulder. Exhaustion has softened her edges in a way that makes it harder to look away.Her p

The rose stem snaps under my thumb. I toss the broken piece into the compost bin and reach for another stake.It's been three weeks of neglect—the garden makes it obvious. Every fading bloom traces back to the hours I lost circling Adrian's crisis.Victor would call this softness. Dirt under fingernails. Manual labor. Somehow, it's one of the few things that still makes sense to me."That poor rose didn't ask for this."Melissa stands in the patio doorway, two mugs steaming. Her hair's twisted in that careless knot that means she hasn't decided whether the world deserves effort today.The shirt hits mid-thigh. Her legs are bare. Morning sun catches the curve of her shoulder where t

Sofia's heels click across Nathan's office like a metronome counting down to judgment.Forty minutes reviewing documents. Marcus's security proposal, funding structure, personnel files for every guard.Nathan sits behind his desk—patient, professional. Marcus stands by the window trying to look casual and failing.I'm in the corner chair with Ava coloring at my feet, drawing what she insists is Mr. Floppington fighting dragons but looks more like chaos."The security plan is solid." Sofia sets down the final folder. "And the funding—" She glances at Marcus. "—is legitimate. No hidden clauses.""Meaning?" I need her to say it clearly.