All Chapters of Watch Me Destroy You, My Ex-husband. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Anastasia's POVAaron arrives at my apartment at midnight, looking exhausted from the red-eye flight but immediately alert when he sees my face."You look terrible," he says bluntly, pulling me into a hug."Thanks. You always know just what to say." But I'm grateful for his presence, for the familiar comfort of someone who knows the whole truth.Felicity has stayed up waiting with me, and the three of us settle in the living room with coffee that none of us probably need given how tired we already are."Okay," Aaron says, pulling out his laptop. "Walk me through everything. Start from the beginning."I tell him about the threatening message, about the meeting with Jenkins, about Alexander and the kiss and the feelings I'm developing that complicate everything. Aaron listens without interruption, his expression growing serious with each detail."You kissed Alexander Grayson," he finally says. "The brother of the woman you were convicted of killing.""I know how it sounds—""It sounds l

Anastasia's POV The genuine concern in Alexander's voice almost breaks me. "Not with this. But thank you for offering.""Anna, I need you to know something." He squeezes my hand gently. "After this weekend, after everything we shared, I meant what I said. My feelings for you are real. And I understand if you need space to process that, if it's overwhelming. But please don't shut me out completely. Let me be here for you, even if you can't tell me everything."I blink back tears. How can he be so kind, so understanding, when I'm lying to him about everything?"I'm not shutting you out intentionally," I say, which is partially true. "I'm just... I'm scared, Alexander. Of how real this is becoming. Of what it means.""I'm scared too," he admits. "I haven't felt this way about anyone since... well, since before Evelyn. And that ended so badly that I swore I'd never open myself up like that again. But with you..." He trails off, searching for words. "With you, it feels different. Like may

Anastasia's POV I set down my phone, and see Felicity step out from the guest room, already dressed. "Today's the day," she says unnecessarily. "What's the plan?""We wait," I say. "Wait for Jenkins to enhance the footage, wait to see if the blackmailer actually follows through with their threat, wait to see if our world comes crashing down.""I hate waiting.""Me too."The morning passes with agonizing slowness. Every phone notification makes me jump. Every email makes my heart race. But nothing comes from the unknown number. No threats, no ultimatums, no exposure.By noon, I'm wound so tight I feel like I might snap."This is worse than getting the threat," I tell Aaron and Felicity as we pick at lunch. "The not knowing. Are they waiting until tonight? Until I don't get on a plane? Or have they changed their mind?""Or they're playing mind games," Aaron suggests. "Keeping you off balance, scared, waiting for you to make a mistake.""It's working."My phone rings— Jenkins again. I a

Anastasia's POVThe morning after the deadline passes feels surreal.I wake up expecting catastrophe, expecting to see my face plastered across the news, my secret identity exposed, my carefully constructed world crumbling. But when I check my phone, there's nothing. No messages from unknown numbers, no calls from panicked contacts, no alerts about breaking news.Just a good morning text from Alexander. “Sleep well? Thinking about last night. Sam hasn't stopped talking about you.”The normalcy of it is jarring."How are you holding up?" Aaron asks when I step out from my bedroom. He's already at the dining table with his laptop, Felicity beside him with a notepad covered in scribbled notes."Confused. The deadline passed. Nothing happened. Why?""Maybe they were bluffing," Felicity suggests, though she doesn't sound convinced."Or maybe they're waiting for a more strategic moment," Aaron counters. "The investor dinner is in six days. Maximum impact would be exposing you right before o

Anastasia's POVFive days until the investor dinner. The number haunts me as I go through my morning routine. Five days until I reveal who I really am and I either clear my name or lose everything. Five days until Alexander learns the truth.My phone buzzes as I'm making coffee. A text from Jenkins. “Found the document forger. Meeting with him this afternoon. If he confirms Liam paid him to create the fake car registration, we have direct evidence of conspiracy.”My fingers move across the phone screen as I type back. “What time? I want to be there.”“3 PM. I'll send you the address. Come alone, he's skittish about meeting with more than one person.”Aaron emerges from the guest room, already dressed and alert despite the early hour. "Any updates?""Jenkins found the forger. Meeting him at three." I hand Aaron my phone so he can read the messages. "If we can prove Liam paid someone to create that false identity, it connects him directly to the frame-up.""That's the missing link we n