All Chapters of Dear Ex-wife; You'll Regret It : Chapter 61
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Chapter 61
Chapter 61: The White ThemeThe cool morning air hit Kaelen as he descended the concrete steps leading out of the apartment block. He was still mentally cataloging the events of the previous night, his mind a messy whiteboard of business logistics and personal obligations. He reached into his pocket as his phone vibrated, the screen lighting up with Arianna’s name. A brief flash of guilt surfaced; he remembered quite clearly that he had agreed to follow her out on a coffee date days ago. It hadn’t happened eventually, mostly due to Riley’s constant input and the demands of the firm, but the oversight still weighed on him.He swiped to answer, bringing the phone to his ear, fully prepared to offer a sincere apology. "Arianna, look, about the—""Don't even start," she interrupted, her tone light and surprisingly forgiving. "I saw the news alerts and figured your phone has been glued to your ear for the wrong reasons. You’re a businessman, Kaelen. I know how the world works. Businessme
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Chapter 62The neon pulse of the nightclub was a headache wrapped in a bassline, but for the man in the trench coat, it was a hiding spot. He sat on a high stool at the far end of the mahogany bar, his hat tipped so low the brim almost touched the bridge of his nose.He looked like a relic from a noir film lost in a sea of glow-sticks and crop tops. His fingers wouldn’t stop tapping against the wood, a frantic, uneven rhythm that betrayed every ounce of the cool he was trying to project.He checked his watch for the tenth time in three minutes. His eyes kept darting toward the heavy velvet curtains of the VIP entrance and then back to the front door. He was a man waiting for a ghost, and the ghost was late.The bartender, a guy with enough tattoos to fill a gallery and an expression that suggested he’d seen it all and hated most of it, slapped a damp rag onto the counter in front of him."Look, Mac," the bartender said, his voice easily cutting through the thumping house music. "This
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Chapter 63"Seriously?" Miranda grumbled to herself as she navigated her motorcycle through the dense city traffic, keeping a calculated distance from the black sedan ahead. "I signed up for corporate espionage, not a cross-city scavenger hunt through every back alley and red light district this town has to offer."Her job was supposed to be about data security, about digital forensics, not playing cloak-and-dagger in the literal shadows. Some days, she really questioned her career choices.The tracker was steady, leading her deep into the industrial district, a maze of warehouses, defunct factories, and shadowy loading docks. The sedan finally pulled into a derelict lot, dwarfed by a massive, windowless brick building that looked like it hadn't seen a fresh coat of paint since the last century.Miranda cut her engine, coasting silently into a thicket of overgrown weeds across the street, camouflaging her bike behind a broken-down truck.She dismounted, moving with practiced stealth,
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Chapter 64The parking lot was nearly empty when they returned, a wide stretch of cracked asphalt lit by a handful of flickering overhead lamps that hummed with a low, dying buzz. The informant stumbled between the two thugs, his feet dragging through the grit and oil stains as though his body had already decided it was done for the night, every muscle surrendering to the inevitable. One of them—thick-armed, impatient, with knuckles scarred from years of similar errands—shoved him forward harder than necessary, sending him reeling toward the pools of yellow light.“Walk,” the thug snapped, the sound echoing off the nearby concrete barriers. “Or I’ll drag you across this gravel until there's nothing left of your shoes.”The informant tried to straighten his spine, but his legs shook with a rhythmic, uncontrollable tremor. His face was pale, drained of all color under the harsh sodium glare, and his breathing was uneven—short, jagged inhalations that served as a constant reminder of
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Chapter 65: Fabricated NarrativeKaelen stepped out of the conference room with a measured calm, though a heaviness settled over him like a physical weight. The meeting had gone as expected, shifting through the necessary corporate pleasantries and veiled negotiations—nothing more, nothing less. He barely acknowledged the crisp evening air brushing against his face as he made his way to the car, the sharp chill failing to penetrate his focus. The streets were quiet, the occasional car passing by punctuating the low, rhythmic hum of the city as it began to settle into the night.He barely had time to reach the driver’s seat when his phone buzzed in his pocket.Jonah’s name flashed across the screen in stark, white letters.“Hmm,” Kaelen muttered under his breath, swiping to open the message. It was a link to a digital article from a publication that usually prided itself on investigative integrity.At first, he considered ignoring it. He had a long drive ahead through winding sub
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Chapter 66: The Ghost in the MachineKaelen parked in the driveway, the engine’s low hum fading into a sharp silence as he reached for his phone. Involuntarily, his thoughts drifted to Miranda. She had been working tirelessly, submerged in the digital underbelly of his organization, trying to uncover the mole that had embedded themselves within the company. She was following fragmented leads—digital footprints, anomalies in the payroll access logs, and piecing together the broken shards of information that might finally point to the traitor. It wasn’t just professional curiosity that kept her progress at the forefront of his mind; he had a nagging suspicion that the timing was too perfect. Whoever was behind the recent surge of character assassination articles could very well be working in tandem with this mole.The timing of the leaks, the orchestration of the narrative—it all felt too deliberate, too calculated to be a random act of investigative journalism. Someone knew enou
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Chapter 67The truth sat heavy in Kaelen’s chest, pressing down with a weight he could not ignore.It was a physical sensation, a dense pressure that made every breath feel labored and shallow.Whoever the mole was, they were close.Too close for comfort, and certainly too close for safety.This wasn’t someone guessing at the company's trajectory or working with scraps of information pulled from public records or overheard office gossip.The details Riley’s lawyer had presented were precise, timed with a surgical accuracy, and layered in a way only someone with deep, unfettered access could manage.It meant the person either moved freely through the innermost parts of Novax, slipping through security like a ghost, or stood close enough to someone who did.Kaelen leaned back against the headboard, his eyes fixed on the dark ceiling above him, watching the shadows shift.His mind moved steadily, dissecting the situation the same way he would analyze a failing project or a corrupted line
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Chapter 68Arianna woke up with Kaelen’s name already on her mind, the syllables echoing in the quiet of her bedroom like a persistent melody.She didn’t like that fact, and she didn’t quite understand the origin of it either, feeling a prickle of irritation at her own subconscious.It had been a few days since they last spoke, yet his presence lingered in her thoughts more than she was comfortable admitting to herself.Ever since the coffee meeting last weekend, things between them had shifted in a way that defied easy explanation.Not dramatically, not clearly, but enough to feel different, like a subtle change in the air right before a storm breaks.They had exchanged messages a few times after that, the blue bubbles on her screen becoming a familiar sight.Short conversations that flickered briefly then died out.Simple check-ins about their day or the weather.Nothing that crossed a line or suggested anything more than professional courtesy.At least, nothing obvious that she cou
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Chapter 69Kaelen knew something was wrong the moment he saw the crowd, a dense, restless sea of bodies that blocked the path ahead like a physical wall.He had barely turned into the street leading to the Novax headquarters when the usual flow of morning traffic slowed to a painful crawl.Cars were parked haphazardly along the road, some abandoned half-on the sidewalk, with drivers craning their necks out of windows to see the disturbance ahead.Even before he brought his own vehicle to a stop, the rhythmic, pulsing glow of flashing lights reflected off his windshield.The red and blue hues cut through the dull, oppressive gray of the morning mist with a violent urgency.His jaw tightened until the bone ached, his grip on the leather steering wheel turning his knuckles a ghostly white.When his car finally came to a grinding halt, the reason for the chaos became devastatingly clear.At the main entrance of the Novax headquarters, right on the wide stone steps he had walked up countle
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Normally, Kaelen would have been escorted out immediately. Standard procedure dictated it—remove the key witness, secure the premises, and control the scene. But the crowd outside had grown far larger than anyone anticipated. People pressed against the barricades, shouting, pointing, some even climbing onto objects to get a better view. The tension was almost tangible.Inside, the officer in charge had already made a decision: wait for reinforcements before moving anyone, including Kaelen. It was a calculated choice, meant to prevent further chaos, but it also meant leaving the situation unresolved for now.Kaelen wasn’t willing to wait. Not when there was still so much at stake, and not when the mob outside threatened to escalate into something uncontrollable. His long strides carried him directly toward the officer, his expression calm but firm.“Explain to me why I’m still here,” he demanded, stopping just in front of the young officer.The officer blinked, clearly surprised