Gwen The Ex Files Novels & Stories

My chest clenched, but I made myself move. I discovered the safe beneath a framed artwork. My hands shook as I entered my birthday. The lock clicked. I opened it and took a sharp inhale. Stacks of files. A hard disk. Handwritten notes. I grabbed everything, my heart racing. Owen looked over my shoulder. "What the hell is all this?" I did not respond, my fingers trembling as I scanned through a document. My father's handwriting is written across the top. Caleb Winters. Fraud. Embezzlement. Extortion."

She said arrogantly and picked up her phone to call Aless, when Dominic chuckled suddenly, stopping her in the middle. His sharp blue eyes fixated on her. "Yeah, call him. Let him also know what you did to him three years ago..." Giana blinked, suddenly she was alarmed, "What do you mean?" Dominic laughed again, throwing his head back and once again fixated his evil gaze on him, "Pregnancy... Victoria ... Miscarriage ... Does anything click in your pretty little head, sister?" Immediately, Giana froze in her place. Her phone dropped on the water bowl and her face turned pale. Could it be the secret she was hiding for years now finally gonna reveal?!

Everything we'd prepared through the night, all destroyed. “God, where do I start from?” I thought, trying to hold back my tears. Elena appeared beside me. She was completely soaked too, her mascara running down her face, and she was holding two waterproof hard drives above her head. "The cloud backups. All of it. Every research file, data set, preliminary result." She pressed one drive into my hand. "Safe." Dr. Jeffrey came through the door thirty seconds later, leading four other researchers who looked like they'd ran the moment they got Elena's early morning call. Each of them was carrying something. Notebooks, drives, printed copies of raw data.

And this time, I watched carefully and noticed that editing, how expressions that didn’t match the narrative were pushed aside. I spoke finally. “They set her up.” Theo leaned against the table. “Yeah. Pretty brutal too. That clip? Old footage. Different days stitched together.” My gaze shifted to him. “And the replacement bride?” “Alice Hunt,” he said. “Now officially Mrs. Jared Walton.” That was… interesting! Theo opened the next file and showed me the pictures of Jared’s wedding, my nephew’s glowing smile and happy groom’s look, screaming suspicion. I picked up one of the photographs.

' But that information was useless to him now. He glared at me, his eyes filled with murderous intent. I simply sat back down, my smile never wavering. Just then, Godwin arrived with the people I had asked him to gather. The office was large enough to accommodate everyone, and I stood as they entered. "Now that most of you are here," I began, my voice steady, "let’s get straight to the point. My late sister, Marianne, was accused, framed, and wrongly convicted for her husband’s death. What’s worse, he cheated on her with her so-called best friend, Britney. When he tragically fell down the stairs, it was Britney who testified against her, sending her to prison for a crime she didn’t commit. H

I teased. She laughed and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone once more. I exhaled, scanning the room for a quiet corner where I could breathe. But before I could take another step, a familiar voice stopped me. A voice I hadn't heard in five years. "Gwen? Is that you?" I froze. A slow, dreadful chill crept up my spine, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. I knew that voice. I turned, and there he was. Lucas Grayford. My ex-husband.

Marcus It took a while before I could build up the courage to open the files. There were about eight Jpeg files altogether. They were snapshots of documents with formulas and plans. According to the documents, we were going to be recruited into the army to build up their military strength. My name and Mason's name were on one, and Gwen's name was on another. They were planning to grab her and run a series of tests. Looking at what was on the paper, Gwen wasn't going to survive it. They wanted all sorts of things from her, skin tissue, brain tissue, blood sample, liver sample, kidney sample, name it, and they were willing to take it while she was still alive.

He had a sister, A Beta who gladly welcomed her to spend the night. " The latest information is that Gwen's most of the calls and the number in Vivian's call list, are the same. The location of the number is Magree, Swamp Forest. Possibly, the person who used to send emails is someone you might know." " And?" " Gwen's family members are possibly close to Vivian. Last Christmas, Gwen happened to visit her family. And in a photo of their Christmas day, Vivian was there. But most surprisingly, Vivian seemed to be close to a man. I have no data in our database. He isn't a family of Gwen. According to our database!"

he muttered. Rachel looked at him. “What? Do you know her?” Before he could respond, the host of the show was saying, “Have you called your ex to congratulate him? You’re aware that he’s getting married soon, don’t you?” Gwen tossed her long auburn curls over her shoulder and giggled. “You’re so messy, Presh. I don’t even know who you’re talking about.” “Aw, come on, Gwenny!” Presh complained playfully. “Don’t string me along on my own show. Come on, give us the juice ‘cause I know you got it.”

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.