All Chapters of My Ex-Wife’s Secret System : Chapter 81
- Chapter 90
99 chapters
Chapter 81: Father’s Shadow
The screen flickered in the dimly lit office, casting sharp shadows across Adrian’s face. He sat motionless in his leather chair, one hand curled against his jaw as lines of encrypted files scrolled before his eyes. The system had dragged him into dark places before, but tonight, it felt different, personal.The calm, mechanical voice echoed in his head.[System Notice: Document cluster identified. Source: Cole Financial Group.]His eyes narrowed. He hadn’t heard that name in years. Cole Financial Group—the company his father had supposedly bankrupted, dragging their family name into disgrace and leaving Adrian and his mother with nothing. At least, that’s the story he’d believed all his life.“Show me everything,” Adrian said, his voice low, steady.A series of folders blinked open, one after another. Digital images appeared: scanned contracts, signatures, bank transfers. The name burned across the files like a scar….Daniel Cole.Adrian’s father.The room seemed to shrink around hi
Chapter 82: Blood Doesn’t Mean Loyalty
Adrian sat in the dim glow of his office, documents scattered like the remnants of a storm. His father’s name appeared on every single one….contracts, emails, falsified bank statements, meeting notes—all meticulously crafted to hide the betrayal. Yet here they were. The evidence was undeniable: the man who should have been his anchor, his family, had sold out his mother. Sold out her invention. Sold out the son she had tried so desperately to protect.A cold weight settled on Adrian’s chest, heavier than he expected. Not grief. Not yet. It was a knot of rage, shock, and a sharp pang of helplessness, sharpened by the thought of Jessica. She didn’t deserve this. The baby didn’t deserve it. They had been caught in a storm of other people’s greed, pawns in a game neither had chosen. Adrian's hand just hung there above the papers. His knuckles got all white and tight. He could picture his mom back then, pacing around the lab of hers late at night. Muttering to herself while scribbling
Chapter 83: Jessica’s Decision
The cafe had this faint smell of roasted beans mixed with warm bread. Jessica hardly noticed it. She was parked at a corner table. Her fingers wrapped tight around a cup that went cold ages ago. Her thumb kept tracing the rim over and over, like that would somehow steady her. Then her phone buzzed just once. The name on the screen made her stomach knot.Ethan Gray.The businessman who had been circling her for weeks… too polished, too perfect, too calculating. He had been one of the first to reach out after her online platform began attracting attention, praising her authenticity, her courage, and now… pushing for more.She swallowed hard and pressed accept.“Jessica,” his smooth voice came through, practiced like every sentence had already been rehearsed in a mirror. “I’m nearby. Thought I’d stop in.”She looked up just as the café door swung open. There he was, tall, tailored, with a smile that could light up a press conference but left her oddly cold.Jessica forced a small smile
Chapter 84: The Island Mansion
The sea was black that night.Adrian stood at the edge of the dock as the private car pulled away, leaving him alone with nothing but the sound of waves gnawing at the wood. Ahead, a boat waited—small, sleek, its driver silent, as if trained not to ask questions.He stepped on board. The engine started with a low growl, and the island mansion loomed in the distance, a silhouette of glass and stone against a sky bruised by storm clouds.His jaw tightened.He hadn’t seen his father in over a decade. He thought he’d buried him with the bankruptcy, with the scandal, with all the lies that tore their family apart. Yet here he was, alive, thriving, hiding like a king exiled on his own private throne.The system’s voice had echoed in his head hours ago: Confront your blood, but do not break.Easier said than done.The boat docked at the base of the island, and a man in a pressed black suit was already waiting with an umbrella. “Mr. Cole,” he said with a bow, his voice rehearsed, devoid of wa
Chapter 85: Choice, Not Vengeance
The room was too quiet. Too cold.Adrian stood in the center of the room, his eyes sweeping across polished mahogany shelves lined with books that hadn’t been touched in years. The scent of leather, cigar smoke, and dust clung to the air, as if time itself had been trapped inside these four walls. It felt wrong. His mother’s life had been chaos, sleepless nights bent over designs, laughter despite exhaustion, warmth even in ruin. Here…. everything was curated, calculated. The kind of silence that didn’t comfort, but suffocated.His father sat behind the desk, fingers clasped, posture rigid, watching him with that same piercing stare Adrian remembered from boyhood. The man hadn’t aged into kindness. He had aged into stone.“So,” Daniel Cole said at last, voice low, controlled. “You’ve grown into the man I always expected. Calm. Calculated. Ruthless when needed. Just like me.” Adrian’s jaw clenched up tight. Those words just crept over the desk like toxin.He had gone over this wh
Chapter 86: Back To Her
The envelope looked totally plain, it seemed almost rude in its plainness. It was just a skinny brown envelope, someone had pushed it under Jessica's apartment door. The edges were a bit bent from the rush. No stamp, no return address. Just her name written in handwriting she had not seen for ages. For a moment she could not even breathe. She stopped right there in the hallway. One hand gripped her grocery bag tight. The sounds from outside faded away…… the distant hum of cars, a neighbor's TV seeping through the wall. Everything got silent. Her heartbeat was the only thing left. It pounded loud in her ears. She leaned down slowly, part of her did not want to touch it at all. The groceries slid from her other hand to the floor, an apple rolled off across the wood planks. Her fingers finally brushed the envelope. It wasn’t heavy. It didn’t rattle with keys or metal. Just… flat. Her throat went dry. Adrian. It couldn’t be anyone else. Jessica shut the door behi
Chapter 87: One Step Closer
The gala was loud. Too loud. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, flooding the hall with a kind of brightness that felt more like a spotlight than celebration.. Laughter echoed off the marble walls. Champagne glasses tinkled together, heels clicked on the shiny floors. But Adrian barely noticed any of it. It all just faded into a hum in the background. He wasn’t here for the gala. He was here for her. Adrian lingered by the back wall. His tuxedo fit just right. His stance looked straight and alert. Even if inside he felt a bit off. He skipped the mingling, no point in those fake handshakes or talk about stocks and mergers and the latest tech. His gaze swept across the room one time. Then again, until it locked on her. Jessica. She was over on the other side, people clustered around her…..a soft glow against all the glitter. Her dress came in a pale blue color, simple style, nothing screaming for attention. And she carried herself with ease. She spoke with a
Chapter 88: Peace Is A Choice
The cemetery was quiet. It was not the sort of quiet that left things feeling hollow. It carried weight instead. The wind moved through the trees, it brought along the smell of earth and leaves that had dropped.Adrian stood right there in front of the grave. He had his hands shoved way down into the pockets of his long black coat. The stone looked all shiny. It caught the dull gray color from the sky above.Evelyn Eleanor Cole.Beloved mother. Visionary. Gone too soon.Adrian clenched his jaw. His mother’s name was carved right into that marble. Still, it never seemed deep enough. Not compared to everything she had put out there, or things she had ended up losing. The flowers from other people were all wilted. He got down on his knees. He set down a new bunch of white lilies at the bottom. His fingers touched the damp soil.He stayed quiet for a second. He just stared at her name. His throat got tight. His breathing hitched a little in his chest.Then he reached into his coat slow
Chapter 89: Our Child Deserves Better
The city felt too quiet that night. Adrian was sitting alone in the corner of the small private lounge. The air conditioner hummed low, filling up the quiet space between him and Jessica. No cameras around. No reporters. No one throwing accusations. For once, it wasn’t a battlefield. Just two people who used to mean the world to each other. Now they sat there like total strangers. The only thing linking them was the baby growing inside her.Jessica moved a bit in her chair, not comfortable at all. Her hands stayed clasped together in her lap. She’d been dodging his eyes for what felt like forever. Her breathing came shallow, the nerves obvious in the way her fingers kept twisting the bottom of her blouse. Adrian, on the other hand, he just stayed quiet. His dark eyes looked calm, but unreadable, like a calm lake that hides untold depths.He broke the quiet after a while."Jessica," his voice came out low and steady. None of that sharp edge she remembered from their argument.
Chapter 90: A Name For Peace
The rain had finally stopped.A gentle light came in through Jessica's window. It gathered on the coffee table where two mugs of tea untouched had gone cold. The place had this light scent of chamomile mixed with fresh-washed clothes. But they seemed to weigh more somehow. Especially with Adrian right there in the room.He was sitting opposite her, his hands locked together. His knuckles looked white. They stood out next to that small bruise on his wrist, it was the one clear mark from all those months. Sleepless nights. Holding back emotions.They didn't say a word.It wasn’t the same silence that used to fill their home years ago—the one thick with resentment, unspoken words, and pride.This one was different. Tired, maybe. But peaceful.Jessica traced the rim of her cup, her belly shifted beneath the thin fabric of her sweater—a quiet reminder of what was still to come.She smiled faintly. “She kicked again.”Adrian looked up, his gaze softening. He didn’t move closer, but his