All Chapters of Wrecking My Ex-husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"You will not marry that… that home-wrecking slut!" Stella, Jeremiah mother exploded, her voice cracking with anger as she slammed her palm against the marble countertop."Mum," Jeremiah said, his voice steady despite his mother's rising temper, "she’s carrying my baby, your grandchild. You can’t change my mind. We’re going public tomorrow, and I’m telling you today out of respect, so you don’t hear it from someone else."Stella’s eyes blazed with disbelief, as if she didn’t recognize her own son."If you marry that girl, Jeremiah…" her voice lowered, trembling with rage, "I will never speak to you again. Ever."He let out a long sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Seriously, Mum? Don’t pull that card with me. We both know how soft hearted you are. You’ll come around.""Not this time," she snapped, crossing her arms, "Not when you’re throwing your life away for a woman who trapped you.""Trapped me?" Jeremiah asked, setting his jaw. "I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m taking res

Jeremiah stared at the glowing screen, every line of code flashing like a personal insult. He didn’t even blink. The longer he watched, the more the walls of the study seemed to close in. The system was being breached again. No matter how many patches they ran, no matter how many firewalls the London team threw up.His fingers darted across the keyboard, his knuckles tight, eyes scanning the rapidly moving logs.“Unauthorized access to Vault 7. User: UNKNOWN. Location: encrypted.”A muscle in his jaw twitched.The phone buzzed again. Another call from Andrew. He declined it this time. He didn’t need more reports, he needed answers.He stood from the desk, pacing across the dark office. Someone was in his system. Not just someone—someone who knew everything. The inner workings. The codes. The blind spots.And worst of all Project Judas.Jeremiah stopped pacing mid-step. His eyes narrowed in thought.How could they know?Project Judas wasn’t just locked away, it was buried beneath laye

I couldn't sleep at all that night. As you could imagine, there was just way too much on my mind.So I did what every normal person would do. I shut my brain off and went hunting for a snack.Padding down the dark hallway, I made my way to the kitchen , only to find Mum, in her pajamas, standing by the counter, stuffing her face with a whole box of cookies like a kid who had been left unsupervised."Mum?" I blinked at her.She paused then looked up."What? I'm stress eating," she tried to say, crumbs flying everywhere because her mouth was way too full.I stared at her, laughing. "Stress eating? You?" In all my twenty-eight years, I had never seen my mother the Queen of Proper and Posh shoving cookies into her mouth like a wild animal.She waved a hand, trying to be dignified as she poured herself a glass of milk. "I'm going to be a grandma soon," she said dramatically, chugging the milk. "Look at me, I'm too young to be a grandma!"I burst out laughing, shaking my head. "Save

Mum and Gloria rushed to Alister's side the moment he hit the floor. He was conscious, but blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and the fury in his eyes was volcanic. "I'm fine!" he snapped, pushing Gloria's hand off as he tried to get up. "I'm going to kill him." "Alister, Stop!" I cried, stepping between him and Jeremiah. He tried to move past me, his fists trembling with rage, but I placed a hand on his chest and stared him down. "Alister, please. Just Stop." He looked at me, jaw clenched, breathing hard. Then he looked back at Jeremiah and spat on the floor. "You’re lucky she stopped me." Jeremiah laughed mockingly. "Yeah, right." I turned my attention back to Jeremiah. "What the hell are you doing here!?" I asked furiously. The Guests had already began to murmur at the scene he was causing. Jeremiah smirked as if he had just walked into a boardroom and taken control. "Can't a man come to his wife's birthday?" "Ex-wife," Henry said sharply, walking over and wrap

"Mr. Allan Gilbert, you’re under arrest for firing a gun and injuring a person, threatening a police officer, and obstruction of justice. You have the right to remain silent," the captain said, his voice steady as he stepped forward with the handcuffs. Allan didn’t fight it. He didn’t argue. Didn’t even lift his hands. He just stood there, pale and shaking. His eyes were red. His face soaked in tears. His mouth hung open slightly, but no words came out. He looked broken. Like a man who had lost everything in one single moment. He had shot his daughter. His daughter. “I shot my baby…” he whispered under his breath, almost too quiet to hear. His hands trembled violently. His legs nearly gave out beneath him. “Dad!” Alister rushed forward, trying to grab hold of him, but the officers were already taking Allan’s arms. “No,” Allan said, his voice cracking. “Don’t worry about me. Just go to the hospital. Go be with your sister. Don’t… don’t come see me until you know she’s