All Chapters of Revenge Of The Rejected Ex-Wife: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Nobody spoke for several seconds after Vivian's words.The abandoned building across from Ground.The same building circled on the old planning map.The same building Daniel had unknowingly connected to Adrian Vale.The same building everyone had ignored for years.I tightened my grip on the phone as these words came to me. "Vivian." I said. Her breathing crackled softly through the line. "Yes?""Where exactly are you?"A pause followed. Then after a long moment, the answer came: "Inside."Every person in the room reacted just then. Mara stood immediately.Lucian swore under his breath.Mrs. Crawford abandoned all attempts at appearing calm.I closed my eyes.Of course she was inside, I thought with a deep sigh. Vivian Blackthorne had never believed in safe distances. Not when she thought she was close to an answer."Stay where you are."A dry laugh crossed the line."I think I already am."That answer did not comfort me. Not at all.Mara was already reaching for her coat. "Put he

Sometimes a single forgotten memory arrives carrying more weight than an entire archive.Nobody spoke after Vivian mentioned the little boy.The storage room seemed to contract around us. Dust floated through the narrow strips of evening light cutting across the shelves, turning the air into something visible. For hours we had been chasing records, dates, projects and corporate structures. Suddenly, all of it felt secondary.A woman.A child.Arthur watching from across the street.The image lodged itself in my mind immediately.Vivian stood near the wall map, her eyes fixed on the old brownstone as though she could still see the scene unfolding there. The rest of us remained exactly where we were, each trying to fit the new piece into a puzzle that already contained too many edges and not enough center.Mara broke the silence first and spoke with a voice that was not exactly steady. "How old was the child?"Vivian blinked at that. The question seemed to pull her back into the room."

The most dangerous secrets are usually the ones everyone agrees to forget.Nobody spoke after Lucian's observation.The rain continued tapping softly against the building, filling the storage room with a steady rhythm that somehow made the silence feel heavier. Around us sat decades of records, observations, photographs and notebooks. Thousands of pages had survived. Thousands of details had been preserved.Yet Site Ten had vanished.Completely.That absence felt deliberate.People forgot things naturally every day. Entire projects disappeared into bureaucracy. Records were misplaced. Institutions collapsed. Data corrupted. Time erased.Site Ten felt different.Someone had removed it.I could feel that certainty settling over the room as everyone stared at the old map.Nine circles.Nine marked locations.Nine documented communities.Nine carefully preserved histories.Then a blank space where a tenth should have been.Arthur had found it.Armitage had written about it.Elias Vale app

The moment a mystery acquires a face, it stops being a mystery and starts becoming a threat.Nobody returned to the photographs after Mara read the date.Twenty-eight years.The number lingered over everything like smoke.A person identified twenty-eight years ago.A person important enough to be designated separately from every location.A person important enough to justify decades of observation, research, concealment and conflict.A person important enough to frighten Arthur Blackthorne.The implications settled gradually, each one heavier than the last.I stood near the table looking down at Armitage's notebook while rain continued striking the windows. The storage room felt smaller now. The shelves no longer looked like archives. They looked like evidence.Evidence of obsession. Evidence of fear.Evidence of a war that had been happening for nearly three decades while most of the people involved never knew they were participants.Mara sat down heavily.For the first time all eve

Arthur had spent twenty-eight years protecting someone, and twelve days ago, that protection had failed.The thought changed the storage room more completely than any document we had opened. Every shelf seemed less abandoned. Every box felt recently disturbed. The narrow aisles that had looked neglected now carried the uncomfortable suggestion that someone else had walked through them, choosing what to examine and what to leave behind.Someone living.Someone informed.Someone close enough to the old network to possess copied access credentials and precise enough to enter without attracting attention.Kieran remained on the phone while Mara began issuing instructions. His security team would preserve the access records, pull footage from nearby traffic cameras and identify any device that had connected to the building’s remaining systems. Mara made it clear that his people would not remove, alter or privately review a single document without an independent witness. Kieran objected for