THE DIVORCE AND HIS BETRAYAL, MY REVENGE의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

The days after taking down the rival company were quieter than I expected, the kind of quiet that comes after a storm, and I spent most of them in the safe house with Merald beside me and James across the table, going over the evidence and planning our next move. The CEO's testimony had given us a wealth of information, names and dates and locations that could help us finally bring down August Mercer, but every lead seemed to lead to another dead end, every witness seemed to disappear, every door seemed to slam shut just as we were about to walk through it."We're missing something," I said, staring at the whiteboard covered in names and connections."We're missing a lot of things," James replied."No, I mean there's something right in front of us that we're not seeing."Merald came up behind me, his hand on my shoulder. "Maybe we need to take a step back. Give ourselves some space to think.""We don't have space. We don't have time.""You have a baby to think about, Debbie. You can'

The hours after Anabel's confession were a blur of questions and answers, of tears and apologies and the slow, painful process of piecing together the truth. She sat on the couch across from me, her hands folded in her lap and her eyes on the floor, and I watched her, this woman I had trusted with my life, trying to reconcile the friend I had loved with the traitor who had been feeding my secrets to the enemy.James stood by the door, his arms crossed and his face grim, and Merald sat beside me, his hand on mine, a silent reminder that I wasn't alone. Sarah was in the corner with her laptop, documenting everything Anabel said, building a case that would either save her or destroy her."Why?" I asked finally, my voice barely a whisper.Anabel looked up at me, her eyes red and her face pale. "They have my sister, Debbie. They've had her for months. I didn't have a choice.""Your sister? I thought you didn't have any siblings.""That's what I wanted everyone to think. I was trying to p

The morning started like any other, with coffee and plans and the constant hum of danger that had become my normal, and I sat at the kitchen table with Merald beside me and James across from me, going over the latest intelligence about Mercer's movements. Elena was in the other room with Sarah, still recovering from her ordeal, and the safe house felt crowded and tense, the walls closing in and the air thick with unspoken fears."We have a lead on Mercer's location," James said, pointing to a map spread across the table. "He's been hiding in a private estate in the mountains, about three hours from here.""How do you know?""Anabel gave us the information before she was taken. She said it's where Mercer goes when things get hot."I looked at the map, at the remote location and the winding roads and the security that would be impossible to breach. "It's a trap.""Probably.""Then why would we go?""Because it's the only lead we have."Merald shook his head. "There has to be another wa

The days after Merald's partial confession were strange and tense, the kind of tense that comes when you know someone is hiding something and you're waiting for them to crack, and I spent most of them in the safe house with James and Sarah, going over the evidence and trying to piece together the truth about what happened the night my brother died. Merald kept his distance, staying in the other room or outside on the porch, and I could feel his eyes on me every time I walked past, could feel the guilt radiating off him like heat from a fire."We need to talk about what he said," James said, sitting down across from me at the kitchen table. "About the woman in the car.""I don't want to talk about it.""You need to.""Why? So I can hear about how I was there when my brother died and I don't remember any of it?""So you can start to process it. So you can move forward."I looked at him, at the concern in his eyes, and I felt the familiar ache in my chest. "I don't know how to process so

The days after the board meeting were a blur of strategy and deception, of learning the language of corporate warfare and the art of the hostile takeover. I spent most of them in the Cole Group headquarters with James and Merald beside me, going over spreadsheets and legal documents and the kind of financial data that made my head spin. I had never wanted to be a businesswoman, had never dreamed of sitting in this chair or making these decisions, but my grandfather had left me no choice, and the Circle had left me no options. "You're getting good at this," James said, watching me negotiate with a potential ally over the phone. "I'm getting good at pretending." "Same thing, sometimes." I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair, exhausted and frustrated and more determined than ever. "I don't want to pretend anymore. I want to win." "Then win." "How? These people have been playing this game for decades. I've been playing for months." "Then learn faster." The hostile ta