All Chapters of CHASING HIS EX-WIFE: My ex-husband wants me-too late: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Saturday and Sunday passed in a blur of contract reviews and legal consultations and growing certainty that accepting Enzo Vitale's terms would be a mistake Jayda couldn't undo.She'd called three different business lawyers, sent them the contract terms, asked for honest assessments of what she'd be agreeing to. All three had told her variations of the same thing—the deal was structured to slowly transfer control, the performance metrics were designed to be difficult to meet consistently, the consultation rights gave Enzo more influence than the equity percentage suggested.Walking away was the smart choice.The safe choice.The choice that preserved everything she'd built even if it meant building it more slowly.By Sunday night she'd drafted her rejection email three different times, each version professional but firm, thanking Wright Capital Group for their interest while declining the investment opportunity.She just couldn't bring herself to send it.Fifteen million dollars.The

The fifteen million dollars transferred to Riverside Racing's accounts Thursday afternoon at three forty-seven PM, the notification appearing on Jayda's phone while she sat in Dess's living room reviewing expansion proposals she could finally afford to implement.She stared at the number on the screen, at the balance that had jumped from barely sustainable to genuinely secure, at the proof that yesterday's signing hadn't been a dream or a mistake but actual reality."It's real," she said quietly, showing Dess her phone.Dess looked at the balance, her expression shifting from disbelief to cautious optimism. "It's real," she confirmed. "You actually did it, you actually secured the funding."Jayda should have felt relief, should have felt triumph, should have felt something other than the persistent unease that had been haunting her since Wednesday's signing.Instead she felt watched, felt like she'd triggered something she couldn't see, felt like the easy negotiation and favorable ter

The threats had started six months ago.Anonymous, untraceable, delivered through channels that should have been impossible to access—encrypted emails from ghost accounts, messages left on private lines only three people in Antonio Moretti's world knew existed, information that demonstrated intimate knowledge of his operations without ever revealing who possessed it.Six months of his entire intelligence network producing exactly nothing.Antonio stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office, the city sprawling forty floors below him, and turned the problem over in his mind for what felt like the thousandth time. Whoever was behind this understood how he worked. Understood how he thought. Understood where his blind spots were and had built their operation specifically around exploiting them.That level of knowledge wasn't accidental.It was personal."Tell me something useful," he said without turning around.Vincent stood near the conference table, a tablet in one hand

The office had become Jayda's favorite place in the world over the past three weeks, and not because it was particularly beautiful or spacious, but because it was hers in a way that very few things had been hers in a long time. Her name was on the door, her plans were on the walls, and every decision made inside it started and ended with her, and that feeling alone was enough to make her want to stay in it forever.Which was exactly why Dess showing up at half past eleven on a Thursday morning with that particular look on her face was a problem.Jayda recognized the look immediately because she had been on the receiving end of it more times than she could count, and it never meant anything good for whatever she was currently doing. It was the look Dess got when she had already made a decision and was now simply waiting for Jayda to catch up to it, her arms crossed, her head tilted slightly, her eyes patient in the way that wasn't really patient at all."We're going shopping," Dess sai

The car was quiet for the first three minutes and Jayda was grateful for it, grateful for Dess's unusual silence and the steady movement of the city outside the window and the simple fact of being somewhere that wasn't that boutique anymore, somewhere she could breathe without feeling like every person in the room was watching her do it.Then Dess spoke."I should have slapped her," she said, her voice carrying the particular flatness of someone who had made peace with a decision they couldn't unmake. "I should have slapped her before you did and then we wouldn't have had the problem of you—" she stopped and turned in her seat to look at Jayda properly, and whatever she saw on Jayda's face made the rest of the sentence change direction completely. "How bad is it right now?""I'm fine," Jayda said, still looking out the window."Jayda.""I said I'm fine, Dess.""And I heard you say it," Dess said, "which is exactly why I'm asking again, because you say you're fine the way other people