บททั้งหมดของ I Ruined My Ex-Husband and It Was Worth It: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

‎‎Marcus‎‎I walked out of Victoria's house feeling ten feet tall.‎For the first time in months, I wasn’t the weak, broken man everyone pitied. I was the one holding the cards and now Sarah would have no choice but to listen to me.‎Alexander.‎My son.‎The thought made me smile as I got into my car. I wasn’t doing this because I suddenly loved the kid or wanted to be a father. Fuck no I was doing this for revenge. Pure, sweet revenge. Sarah had taken everything from me now I would use that child to take it all back.‎I would force her to give me the company, force her to let me see Alexander whenever I wanted and when I was back on top, my Victoria would finally look at me the way she used to like a real man, not the pathetic loser she had thrown out.‎The thought of Victoria made my blood run hot.‎She had called me weak, laughed in my face and told me my dick was useless. But when I was CEO again, when I had power and money and Sarah on her knees begging, Victoria would come cra

‎‎Sarah‎ All I could see was Marcus’s angry face and the words he had thrown at me like knives.‎“He’s going to file for full custody,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “He knows about Alexander now. He’s going to try to take him from me. I can’t… I can’t let that happen.”‎Diane stepped closer, her face full of concern.‎“Sarah, breathe,” she said gently. “He’s bluffing. He has no legal ground, he abandoned you and cheated. No judge is going to give him full custody.”‎I shook my head, tears already spilling down my cheeks.‎“You don’t know him like I do,” I said, my voice rising with panic. “He’s desperate, he’ll lie. He’ll use the fact that I faked my death and hid his son from him to say I'm unstable and can't be trusted with a child. He’ll drag me through court and make Alexander a pawn. I can’t risk that. Maybe… maybe I should just give him what he wants. Let him see Alexander sometimes, maybe that will make him stop.”‎Diane’s eyes widened. She grabbed my shoulders firmly.‎“N

‎‎Crowley‎‎The door had barely closed behind Sarah when the hunger became unbearable.‎I sat at my desk for less than thirty seconds before I stood up, my heart was pounding, my cock already rock hard in my pants. I couldn’t let her leave like this. Not with the way her body had reacted to me not with the heat still burning between us.‎I rushed out of my office, ignoring my assistant’s surprised look, and headed straight for the private elevator. The doors were just sliding shut when I slipped inside.‎Sarah’s eyes widened the moment she saw me.‎“Silas...what are you doing?” she asked, voice breathless.‎I didn’t answer.‎Instead, I slammed my hand on the emergency stop button. The elevator jerked to a halt between floors with a soft ding.‎Sarah backed up against the mirrored wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly.‎“This isn’t right,” she whispered, even as her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in my pants. “Not now. We can’t...”‎I crossed the small space in two strides an

‎Marcus‎‎I sat in the worn leather chair across from Mr. Raymond Kline’s desk, my leg bouncing with nervous energy as I watched him flip through the notes I had thrown together.‎The lawyer’s office was small, messy, and smelled like old coffee and stale cigarettes. Kline wasn’t some high-end attorney with a fancy suit. He was the kind of lawyer who worked in the shadows...the kind who didn’t mind getting his hands dirty if the money was right. That was exactly why I had chosen him.‎Kline finally looked up, adjusting his glasses with a slow smile that didn’t reach his eyes.‎“So you want full custody of the child,” he said, leaning back. “And you want the company back. Bennett & Associates. You’re also asking me to dig up dirt on the mother Sarah Bennett or… create some if necessary.”‎I nodded, not even trying to hide it.‎“Yes. All of it, I want Alexander I want my company and I want Sarah destroyed. She hid my son from me, faked her death and built this perfect little life while

‎Crowley‎‎I sat alone in my office after Victoria had left, the memory of her little performance still lingering like cheap perfume.‎She had been bold opening her legs on my desk, guiding my hand to feel how wet she was, whispering filthy promises while pressing her breasts against me. Any other man would have taken what she offered without hesitation. But I wasn’t any other man. Victoria was a distraction at best, a tool at worst. She wanted power through me. She wanted to hurt Sarah and while part of me admired her ruthlessness, I had no interest in her body or her games.‎My thoughts kept drifting back to Sarah.‎The way she had looked at me when she came to ask for help. The fear in her eyes mixed with that stubborn fire I had grown addicted to. She was fighting me, pushing me away, yet she still came to me when it mattered. That meant something. It meant I still had a chance.‎But now Marcus was escalating.‎My phone buzzed with a new email from Margaret. I opened it and felt