All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife; You'll Regret It : Chapter 21
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Chapter Twenty-one
The investor’s warning still rang in Kaelen’s ears. “Clear the air… or I walk.” The words had been measured, professional, almost polite. But beneath that tone was the weight of consequences, the kind that made companies crumble and reputations vanish in a heartbeat.Kaelen didn’t flinch under the pressure though. He had faced challenges worse than all this before.He had navigated hostile deals, aggressive rivals, and unpredictable markets. But this—this felt personal. The way the investor had left him, urging clarity but holding back judgment, only ignited a cold flame of anger within him.Once the investor hung up, kaelen turned to his assistant, voice sharp, edged with controlled fury. “Track down the person behind that post. I want a name. Now.”His assistant hesitated, aware of the gravity behind the order. “Yes, sir. But…”“No buts,” Kaelen snapped. “I don’t need excuses. I need results.”He nodded, tapping quickly on her tablet, starting the digital investigation. Kaelen
Chapter Twenty two
The news clip ended, and Kaelen couldn’t stop the small, satisfied smirk tugging at his mouth.Darren wasn’t done, and neither was he.If Darren wanted a fight, he was about to learn who exactly he’d chosen to provoke.But for now, Kaelen wanted something completely different.Something that had nothing to do with ruined reputations or hidden enemies.He wanted his daughter.“Jordan,” he called out.Jordan peeked from the doorway like he expected to be yelled at.He usually did. “Yes, sir?”“I need flowers.”Jordan’s eyebrows shot up. “Flowers… for a date?”Kaelen didn’t say a word.He just looked at him—cold, flat, expressionless.Jordan swallowed so loudly Kaelen heard it.“Right. Not a date. Definitely not a date. I’ll—uh—go now.”Jordan nearly tripped on his way out.Kaelen sighed.The people around him were so dramatic sometimes.These flowers weren’t for romance.They were for Mirella—his unconscious, stubborn, brave little girl who had no idea the world outside was ripping apar
Chapter Twenty three
The announcement of the upcoming conference had set the entire internet on fire. Every platform buzzed with speculation. Who could the mysterious owner be? Was it someone familiar, someone who had been in the shadows all along, or was it a complete stranger, someone dangerous? The theories spun endlessly, each more outrageous than the last. Every news site, every trending hashtag, every comment thread was alive with anticipation and fear.Darren watched the chaos unfold with a cold smile. He knew the effect the announcement had caused and was enjoying every second of it. But he had to steer the narrative. Picking up his phone, he went online, posting a dismissive statement. “This is bluffing. The owner won’t show."The words were calculated, designed to calm the nervous and instill doubt in the curious. Comments flooded in, some agreeing, some questioning, but Darren didn’t care. All he wanted was to control the energy, to keep Kaelen off balance.Seven hours remained before
Chapter Twenty Four
Six hours to the conference, Kaelen’s phone vibrated incessantly, notifications piling up faster than he could scroll. Every time he glanced at the screen, the chaos online seemed to grow, fueled by speculation and curiosity about him. T*****r, I*******m, news websites, forums—no corner of the digital world was untouched. Every headline, every post, every comment added pressure, but Kaelen watched it all with controlled intensity. People were desperate to know who he was. Some rumors painted him as a dangerous figure, someone who could manipulate power and influence in ways they couldn’t imagine. Others suggested he might be someone famous, a politician hiding in plain sight, or a high-profile figure with secrets that could shake nations. The guesses grew wilder by the minute. Questions swirled endlessly across platforms. Why is he only revealing himself now? Why come out of the shadows when his company is under threat? Some declared it a sign of guilt, proof that K
Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter 25The clock on his phone screamed 11:00 AM. Four hours. Only four hours left until the press conference was supposed to kick off, and Darren’s stomach felt like a knot of old rope. He’d barely slept. The apartment felt like a cage, smelling faintly of stale pizza and desperation. He needed air, needed to walk off the sheer, buzzing anxiety that was vibrating through his bones.He pulled on a hoodie—the grey one with the faded logo—and slipped out the back door, heading toward the quieter streets. He was hoping the crisp autumn air would somehow cool the furnace in his head.He was only three blocks away, staring blankly at a flyer stuck to a lamppost advertising a lost cat, when he heard a voice that made the blood instantly turn to ice water in his veins.“Well, look who it is. Mr. Big Shot himself.”Darren didn’t have to turn around. He knew that gravelly, nicotine-stained voice. It belonged to Mickey, one of the three loan sharks he’d been expertly avoiding for the last si
Chapter Twenty six
An hour to the conference.Riley didn’t care. Not really. She had more pressing concerns—dying bacteria in the lab, schedules to keep, and orders to fulfill. She was also a researcher. Which was why Kael had given up his job... To allow her keep hers.The world outside her lab, with all its chaos and drama, felt distant, almost ridiculous. Yet, try as she might to focus on her work, the pull of the outside world was irresistible. Everyone else seemed hypnotized, like they had been lured into a storm she didn’t want to be part of.Reluctantly, she unlocked her phone and started scrolling through Twitter. At first, she expected the usual minor drama: another rumor, another pointless accusation, another overblown story about some business figure she didn’t care about. But the reality hitting her screen was different.This wasn’t minor. This wasn’t trivial. This was a full-blown competition, the kind that could leave someone—if he was really the owner of NOVEX—with nothing but a
Chapter Twenty seven
The air in the conference room was thick, saturated not just with the stale scent of conference coffee and buzzing electronics, but with a pure, aggressive, almost hostile anticipation. Every reporter in the city who mattered—and a frantic herd of those who didn't—was jammed into the hall at The Continental. Microphones bristled from the stage's edge like a metallic, black undergrowth. They were wired, twitchy, placing bets on whether the man rumored to be the year's biggest corporate fraud or its most unfairly targeted CEO would even show.The clock on the wall crawled toward 3:00 PM. A low, frustrated buzz of murmuring conversation filled the space. He'll bail. Total fraud. The hiding type.But just as the minute hand settled on the hour, a side door near the back of the stage opened. Silence dropped instantly, cameras rising like synchronized vultures.A tall, impeccably dressed man—sharp suit, unnerving calm—walked onto the stage. He had an easy swagger, the kind that came from
Chapter Twenty Eight
The room hadn't settled completely after his last comment, but the shift was undeniable. The reporters were no longer looking at him as a scandal victim or a spoiled rich kid; they were looking at him as a potential source of a good story, and maybe, just maybe, someone worth listening to. Kaelen sensed the change in the air—the reporters leaning in, the cameras holding steady. He had their attention. Now he had to earn their trust.“Look, let’s be real about business for a minute,” Kaelen continued, his voice dropping slightly, making it feel like he was sharing an inside secret, not giving a press conference. “I didn’t build this company by chasing headlines or spending my time doing damage control. I built it by being reliable. By being the best, even when no one was watching. Integrity isn’t about how you look on camera; it’s about what you do when the cameras are off. And for years, the cameras were off.”He paused, letting his gaze sweep over the room, making eye contact with
Chapter Twenty Nine
The room had completely flipped. The aggressive buzz was gone, replaced by a warm current of almost mutual understanding. The questions now weren't about confrontation; they were about direction. The reporters, completely won over by his logic and the ‘barking dog’ analogy, were nodding along, looking eager to write the headline: CEO Fights Back Against Internet Noise With Pure Class.Kaelen let the praise wash over him, knowing how quickly public opinion could shift, but appreciating the temporary victory.“Your perspective on handling this situation, Mr. Kaelen, it’s really refreshing,” a reporter from the side stage commented. “It makes one wonder what drives you, if not just profit.”Kaelen gave a thoughtful, measured nod. “Profit is the engine, sure, but it’s not the destination. When I started this company, the goal wasn’t just to get rich. The goal was to solve problems—big ones. I opened this company because I believe that advanced science should save lives and pull people ou
Chapter Thirty
The moment the first image appeared online, it spread like wildfire.Pictures, personal information, even snippets of the mysterious writer’s life—everything was leaked. Within seconds, social media exploded. Tags, reposts, comments, angry emojis, accusations—the chaos was instant and unrelenting.No platform could contain it. Within a minute, mainstream news channels picked it up, headlines flashing across every screen: “Mysterious Online Writer Exposed: Who Is Darren?”Kaelen sat at the press conference, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, watching the pandemonium unfold. The room buzzed with tension, but it was nothing compared to the storm erupting across the internet.His normally composed face betrayed only the slightest flicker of irritation, but his mind was racing, cataloging every movement, every word, every possible fallout.Reporters began converging around him, microphones thrust forward. “Mr. Kaelen! Do you know who this Darren is?” one shouted.“Are you two re