All Chapters of Love Betrayed by Ex-Wife Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Red light bled across the alley like a warning that no one obeyed.Alyssa stepped out of the car without hesitation, the bass from underground vibrating through the soles of her boots. The entrance to the club was nothing more than a steel door smeared with graffiti, guarded by a man who didn’t ask for names—only intent. He looked her over once, then stepped aside.Inside, the air was thick with smoke, heat, and secrets.The club pulsed like a living organism. Red neon cut through darkness, strobes flashing over bodies pressed too close together. Music thudded hard and low, designed to drown out conversations that shouldn’t exist. This was where information went to hide—where truth changed hands for the right price.Alyssa moved through the crowd with practiced calm, her eyes scanning reflections rather than faces. Mirrors lined the walls in fragmented panels, turning every movement into something distorted and dangerous.She reached the bar and didn’t order a drink.Instead, she said

The room smelled like ozone and old leather, the kind of cold, controlled luxury Davin preferred. Floor-to-ceiling glass overlooked the city, its lights distant and indifferent. Rafael stood alone in the center of the office, his breathing uneven, his pulse loud in his ears.The laptop sat open on the desk.Davin’s laptop.Lines of code glowed on the screen—financial tunnels, offshore transfers, shell companies stacked inside shell companies. It was elegant. Brutal. A masterpiece of legal violence.Rafael stared at it, hands trembling.“So this is how you do it,” he muttered. “Quietly. Like God doesn’t exist.”He hadn’t planned to lose control. He had come here to copy files, to extract leverage, to leave without a trace. That was the agreement he had made with himself—the only way he could still pretend he was rational.But then he had seen the names.Not just Ethan Group. Not just Maya.Alyssa.Her name appeared in a side folder marked Risk Variables.Under it: projected outcomes, e

Ethan had stopped pretending that what he felt was concern.It followed Alyssa everywhere now—into boardrooms, into corridors, into the silence between messages she didn’t reply to fast enough. It lived in the way his eyes tracked her movements without permission, in the tension of his jaw whenever another man spoke her name, in the restless nights where strategy dissolved into her voice replaying in his head.He told himself it was vigilance. Protection. Responsibility.But deep down, he knew better.Alyssa noticed the shift before he admitted it to himself.She felt it in the way his presence pressed closer than necessary, how doors were always held too long, how his hand hovered at her back without touching, like a threat and a promise suspended in air. She felt it in meetings, where his gaze never left her even when others spoke, and in private moments, where silence stretched heavy with unspoken hunger and control.She didn’t call it obsession.She called it leverage.The realiza

The city lights shimmered beyond the tall glass walls of the executive office, reflecting Alyssa’s rigid silhouette as she stood straight-backed, arms folded across her chest. The air felt heavy, as if every breath had to be dragged in by force. She heard footsteps behind her—footsteps she knew all too well.“You followed me again,” Alyssa said without turning around.“I’m making sure you don’t do anything foolish,” Ethan replied. His voice was low, tight, like a wire stretched too far.Alyssa let out a small, bitter laugh. “Interesting. Because from what I see, you always appear the moment I start thinking for myself.”Ethan stopped two steps behind her. “You cut off all communication. You disappeared from meetings. You’re meeting people you shouldn’t be.”“I don’t belong to you.” Alyssa finally turned. Her gaze was cold, sharp. “And I don’t need supervision.”Ethan exhaled harshly. “I’m not watching you. I’m—”“—obsessed?” Alyssa cut in swiftly. “Or do you call it concern?”The word

No return address. No logo. Just a matte black box resting on Alyssa’s desk when she walked into her office that morning, placed neatly at the center as if it belonged there. Her assistant swore no courier had signed in.Alyssa didn’t touch it at first.She stared at the box for a long moment, every instinct screaming that this was not a gift—it was a statement.“Davin,” she murmured.Slowly, she pulled on gloves and lifted the lid.Inside were several slim data drives, a stack of printed documents bound with a silver clip, and a single envelope. No flowers. No blood. No theatrics.Just information.The most dangerous kind.She slid the envelope open.For you,Because I admire a woman who deserves the truth.—DAlyssa’s jaw tightened.She flipped through the documents.Her breath stalled.Internal financial records from Ethan Group. Private board discussions. Emails marked confidential. Security access logs. Medical reports. Psychological evaluations.Ethan’s.Not summaries. Originals