All Chapters of Love Betrayed by Ex-Wife Revenge : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ethan slammed the car door harder than necessary.The sound echoed through the underground parking garage, sharp and final. Alyssa flinched only slightly, then straightened, her face already wrapped in that familiar armor—cool, unreadable, infuriating.“What the hell were you thinking?” Ethan snapped, stalking toward her. “Meeting him alone. After everything he’s done?”Alyssa leaned against the hood of her car, crossing her arms. The fluorescent lights above them flickered, casting harsh shadows across her face.“Oh, don’t start,” she said flatly. “If you’re here to lecture me, save your breath.”Ethan stopped inches away from her. His hands curled into fists at his sides.“You put yourself in danger,” he growled. “Again. Do you get some kind of thrill from standing this close to the fire?”She laughed—a short, mocking sound. “That’s rich, coming from you.”“This isn’t a joke, Alyssa.”“No,” she agreed, lifting her chin. “It’s a pattern. You shouting. Me surviving.”That did it.Etha

The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the docks slick and smelling of salt and rust. Rafael adjusted the collar of his coat as he stepped out of the car, the dim yellow lights stretching his shadow across the concrete like something fractured and uncertain.He hated meetings like this—off the books, off the grid, where every breath felt like a negotiation with death.“You’re late,” a voice said from the darkness.Rafael didn’t flinch. “You chose the location. I chose the time.”A man emerged from between stacked containers, tall, lean, his face half-hidden beneath the brim of a hat. His accent was foreign—Eastern European, perhaps. Or deliberately vague.“You’re careful,” the man said. “That’s good. Careful men live longer.”“Careful men don’t waste time,” Rafael replied. “You said you had information about Davin Liang. Start talking.”The man chuckled softly and gestured toward an abandoned warehouse. “Inside. Walls have ears out here.”Rafael followed, every step calculated. His

Ethan saw the blood before he saw her face.It was a thin streak along Alyssa’s temple, dark against her pale skin, already drying but unmistakable. She stood near the curb outside the building, phone still clenched in her hand, posture rigid as if her body hadn’t yet accepted what had happened.“Alyssa.”His voice cut through the night sharper than he intended.She turned. For half a second, her expression faltered—just enough for him to see it. Then the mask snapped back into place.“I’m fine,” she said quickly.Ethan crossed the distance in long strides. “You’re bleeding.”“It’s nothing.”He reached for her without thinking, fingers lifting toward her face. She flinched.“Don’t,” she snapped.That single word hit him harder than any blow.“Who did this?” he demanded.Her jaw tightened. “It doesn’t matter.”“It matters to me.”She laughed once, short and humorless. “That’s the problem, Ethan. Everything always matters too much to you.”Anger surged up his spine, hot and uncontrollab

The boardroom felt smaller than usual.Not because of the long glass table or the towering windows overlooking the city, but because of the tension pressing in from every direction. Alyssa could feel it the moment she stepped inside—the air thick with divided loyalties, unspoken calculations, and fear disguised as professionalism.Every seat was filled.Directors who once spoke with a single voice now avoided each other’s eyes. Some offered Alyssa polite nods. Others didn’t look at her at all.Ethan sat at the head of the table, jaw clenched, fingers interlocked as if holding himself together by force alone.“This meeting is now in session,” Director Klein announced, his tone formal, almost ceremonial. “We are here to address the instability currently affecting Ethan Group.”Alyssa took her seat slowly. She didn’t rush. Fear rewarded haste.“Instability caused by rumors,” Ethan said sharply. “Rumors planted with intent.”“Intent or not,” Director Hargreeve replied, adjusting his glass

Rafael stood alone in the underground parking garage long after the engine of his car had gone cold.The concrete walls amplified the sound of his breathing, slow and controlled, as if restraint were something he could practice like a muscle. His phone rested in his palm, screen dark now, but the last message he had read still burned behind his eyes.Alyssa will be at the east wing tonight. Alone.He hadn’t replied.He shouldn’t have even opened it.Rafael closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the steering wheel. Loving Alyssa had never been simple. It had always been a quiet kind of destruction—slow, dignified, and inevitable.“She’s not yours,” he muttered under his breath. “She never was.”Yet his body moved before his resolve could stop it.Alyssa stood in the half-lit corridor of the east wing, reviewing documents projected onto the glass wall. The building was nearly empty at this hour, the kind of silence that felt deliberate rather than peaceful.“You’re late,” she s