Todos los capítulos de THE EX-WIFE MAKES A COMEBACK : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

(Evelyn's POV)And so we spent the rest of the night preparing.Adrian's cybersecurity team went through every corner of our system. No stone was left unturned. Every folder, backup, and file that had been touched in the last three months. They worked in focused silence, and occasionally reached out to some of their older colleagues for tips and suggestions.Elena got on a call with every researcher on our team, waking them up one by one and walking them through verifying their individual research data independently. I could hear her in the corridor, apologizing about the hour and explaining all that was at stake. I honestly couldn't have asked for another partner. Elena outdoes herself when it comes to BioGen.I, on the other hand, sat at a workstation and rebuilt the presentation from scratch. From my notes and rough, and partly from my memory. Daniel stayed back and refused to leave. He didn't say much, just sat near the door and made coffee runs and kept out of the way. At some p

(Evelyn's POV)"You're terrifying, you know that, right?"Elena's voice said from the corner behind me . She'd woken up without me noticing, still curled in the plastic chair with her shoes off and her jacket draped over her like a blanket. Her mascara had dried in streaks down both cheeks and her hair was a disaster.We were still at the lab hours later, trying to salvage what was left."So I've been told," I said, without looking up from Dr. Tanaka's damage assessment.She made a loud exaggerated yawn and stretch, pressing her palms against her eyes. "What time is it?""Quarter past six.""In the evening?""Yes, Elena. In the evening."She sat up slowly and looked around at what remained of the conference room. The ceiling tiles had started to sag in two places. One of the presentation screens was still on somehow, showing a blinking cursor with epileptic movement. The cleanup crew had done what they could but the smell was still there. Wet paper, and a faint burnt smell. Probably

(Evelyn's POV)"Julian Hart accepted the deal this morning."I was still in bed when my lawyer called, one eye half open. But I sat up properly immediately and listened.She went through all three cases in an order. Julian came first.He got a suspended sentence. Mandatory therapy, twice a week. Two hundred hours of community service. And a permanent restraining order from me, Elena, BioGen, and any premises connected to the company. He wasn't allowed to come within five hundred metres of any of it.I waited for something to move in my chest. Satisfaction that he got what he deserved, but I didn't. Instead I was just glad it was all resolved.I hadn't wanted Julian in prison. I didn't even want to watch him be destroyed in a courtroom while lawyers argued over seven years of my life in front of strangers. I'd just wanted him to stop. To go back to New York and rebuild whatever was left of himself and leave me alone to do the same.And now apparently he would, and I hope it was for goo

(Adrian's POV)"You're really leaving London?"My father's voice came through the phone while I was standing in the middle of my study watching my assistant pack books into boxes. I'd told him I was leaving two days ago, and he was calling now like he'd needed time to process the announcement before asking the question properly."I said I would," I answered."And when she's ready?""Then I'll be there."The line went quiet for a moment. My father is opinionated and I'm sure he's deciding whether to say something or let it be."Good," he said finally.His voice sounded different. Slower, and I knew it wasn't tiredness. The cancer was making itself known gradually. Neither of us said anything about it directly. We never did."I'll call you when I land," I said."You do that."He hung up first, and I put the phone down and looked around the flat..My assistant was still working through the study. The agreement had been simple. Three conditions. I leave London. I stay away unless she asks

Evelyn's POV — (Eight Months Later)Elena barged through my office door without knocking at half past six in the evening.I looked up from my laptop, startled. She was holding her phone up like she'd just won a lottery ticket."Check your email," she said."Good evening to you too.""Goddanmit. Check. Your. Email."I obeyed and opened my inbox, wanting to know what the fuss was all about. An email from Nature Biotechnology sat at the top, unread. It seemed like it had just come in. My hand hesitated and Elena signalled me to go on, so I clicked it.The first line confirmed what I'd been hoping for but didn't let myself believe would actually happen. Our paper had not just been accepted, but published In Nature Biotechnology, London's number Tech media house.I scrolled down to the author's credit and I saw sitting pretty, Dr. L. Blackwood. Then Dr. Tanaka's name, Dr. Obi's, and the rest of the team who'd worked through the disaster of the lab destruction and the months of rebuilding