All Chapters of Love Betrayed by Ex-Wife Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

They called it a press conference.Alyssa called it an elegant execution stage.That morning, the company’s main building was flooded with camera flashes and hurried footsteps. Reporters packed together like a flock of predators, waiting for a single misstep to tear apart. Behind the layered glass doors, Alyssa stood alone in the waiting room, staring at her own reflection.A simple black dress wrapped her figure—no excessive jewelry, no soft colors. Her hair was slicked neatly back, revealing a face that no longer carried hesitation. And her eyes… eyes that once trembled with emotion were now calm, sharp, and cold.A new mask.Ethan watched her from the corner of the room, his jaw tightening.“You don’t have to do this alone,” he said quietly.Alyssa didn’t turn.“That’s exactly why I have to,” she replied flatly. “They need to see who’s standing in front of them. Not your shadow. Not Rafael. Not anyone else.”Ethan wanted to argue, but the words died in his throat. There was somethi

Alyssa was awake, already dressed, standing by the window when her phone vibrated on the table. The city below was gray and restless, like it sensed something coming. She didn’t need to look at the screen to know it wouldn’t be good news.She answered anyway.“Ms. Alyssa,” a trembling voice said. “They froze our accounts.”Alyssa closed her eyes slowly. “Who is ‘they’?”“The bank. They said there was a compliance issue. Something about irregular capital flow. We can’t pay suppliers. We can’t ship. If this doesn’t clear in forty-eight hours, we’re done.”Alyssa exhaled through her nose. Calm. Always calm.“I’ll call you back,” she said, and ended the call before the man could apologize again.The phone rang a second time. Then a third.A logistics partner in Busan. A design studio in Milan. A raw materials supplier in Jakarta. Different voices, same panic.By the time Ethan entered the room, Alyssa was holding the phone loosely in her hand, her knuckles white.“He’s started,” Ethan sai

The city was restless that night, lights burning too bright against a sky that refused to offer comfort. Alyssa stood alone in the upper level of the parking structure, the wind tugging at her coat as if trying to pull her back from the edge of a decision already made.Below her, the financial district glowed—glass towers, moving traffic, money flowing invisibly through wires and whispered deals. Somewhere in that maze of concrete and greed, Davin was about to complete a transaction that would tighten his grip on everything she had been fighting to protect.Tonight, she would cut the artery.Her phone vibrated once in her palm.Rafael: The transfer window opens in twenty minutes. Once it closes, there’s no undoing it.Alyssa closed her eyes briefly. Twenty minutes. A lifetime. A point of no return.She remembered who she had been before all of this—someone who still believed that exposing the truth was enough. That morality could win without blood on its hands. That violence only came

Rafael didn’t mean to see it.He told himself that over and over as he stood frozen at the edge of the hallway, the low light from the penthouse corridor cutting across his face like a blade. He had come for one reason only—to deliver what he’d uncovered, something dangerous enough to shift the balance of power if placed in the right hands. Or the wrong ones.He hadn’t expected the door to Alyssa’s private suite to be ajar.He hadn’t expected to hear her voice—low, rough around the edges, stripped of the sharp control she wore like armor in public.And he hadn’t expected Ethan.Rafael stopped short when he saw them.Alyssa stood near the window, her back half-turned, her hair loose in a way Rafael hadn’t seen in weeks. Ethan was close—too close—his hand braced against the wall beside her head, his posture not protective this time, but desperate. Intimate.Their voices were hushed, but the tension between them was loud enough to bruise.“You think this changes anything?” Alyssa said, h

The call came at dawn, when the city was still holding its breath between night and morning.Ethan didn’t answer it at first. His phone vibrated against the marble surface of the kitchen counter, the sound sharp and insistent, like a warning he didn’t want to hear. He was standing barefoot, shirt unbuttoned, blood dried dark along his knuckles. The smell of antiseptic and smoke clung to him—ghosts of the night that refused to leave.The phone vibrated again.He picked it up.“Talk,” Ethan said.Maya’s voice came through calm, almost bored. Too calm for what she was about to say. “You have about thirty minutes before this turns into something you can’t erase.”Ethan closed his eyes.“They took him,” he said, not asking.“Yes,” Maya replied. “And if you’re lucky, he’s still alive.”Ethan leaned his forehead against the cold glass of the window, staring down at the city waking below him. Delivery trucks. Early joggers. A normal morning for people who didn’t know how easily lives were tra