All Chapters of The Husband They Threw Away Runs This Town Now: Chapter 21
- Chapter 30
84 chapters
CHAPTER 21 — Absolute Zero
The abandoned warehouse stank of rot, river sludge, and rust. Rain pounded the tin roof, leaking through in steady drips that hit the cracked floor. Erick stared at a broken mirror propped on a crate. He didn't look like Chairman Quade anymore. He didn't even resemble the quiet son-in-law the Laurents had walked over for years. He peeled off his soaked, ruined tuxedo and threw it into a rusted barrel. Now he pulled on a faded hoodie, a greasy canvas jacket, and tough jeans. He tied up muddy combat boots. When he checked his reflection again, his whole stance had changed.His shoulders squared. To survive without his tech empire's safety net, he had to disappear into the city's shadows. He had to become something that fought back. "You look like a bank robber," a voice cut through the damp air. Remi sat on an upside-down crate nearby, arms wrapped around herself. Her expensive black dress was torn and filthy, her coat soaked. She was pale from their freezing plunge into the river,
Chapter 22 — Burn
Remi wiped her face hard. "She's lying about the underage girl. Domi and Michel planned this weeks ago. They wanted a weapon to destroy you if you ever fought back. Erick, she's not just throwing you away—she's making sure you get hunted down."Erick didn't answer immediately. He let go of Remi's wrist and stared at the TV screen. Dominique's crying face kept replaying. His expression stayed cold and blank."Michel paid for this," Erick said flatly. "Three weeks ago. He sent fifty grand through a fake company in Panama to a hacker group in Queens. They tampered with the evidence in my apartment logs. They planted a fake phone, edited photos, and paid a runaway girl to lie."Remi stared at him, breathing fast. "You knew? You knew Michel was setting you up with something that bad, and you didn't stop it?""I did stop it," Erick said. He pulled a knife from his bag and checked the blade under the dim light. "I deleted the server logs when they tried to send them to the police. But I left
Chapter 23—You’re Not Serious
“Remi, we don’t have all day,” Erick said, his voice sharp as he climbed the ladder ahead of her. Rust flaked off the metal rungs, landing on her sleeve like dried blood.She stared up at his silhouette, suddenly hesitant. The ladder led to a manhole cover—just a circle of faint light filtering through the grates. Up there wasn’t safety. Up there was whatever game Erick was playing now.“You’re not serious,” she said, gripping the cold metal. “You’re telling me my father’s entire financial trail is gone? That you erased proof of every bribe, every offshore account?”Erick paused halfway up, glancing down at her. The flashlight clipped to his belt cast eerie shadows across his face. “We relocated?”Ivan groaned behind them, pressing a hand to his bandaged side. “Christ, boss, you gonna explain or are we playing Twenty Questions in a sewer?”Erick’s boot scraped against the ladder’s last rung. “Dominique’s wedding gift,” he said, voice dripping with irony. “Remember the encrypted thumb
Chapter 24 — What in the Hell
“Why?” she whispered. Her eyes darted to Aria’s tablet—GD Holdings’ financial secrets glowing on the screen. “If this were about money, you could’ve quit years ago. You had plenty.”Erick didn’t answer. He stepped inside, flashlight cutting through dust so thick it choked the air.Remi followed, her voice bouncing off crates marked with GD’s logo. “Was it Dominique? Did she—”“Ever seen a dog get kicked too much?” Erick’s tone was casual as he ripped open a maintenance panel. Wires spilled out like intestines. “At some point, it stops rolling over. Starts biting back.” He spliced cables fast. “Dominique was just the first to get too close.”Aria crouched beside him, handing him a stripped wire. “Thermal override’s set. Cameras are looped for eight minutes.”Erick nodded. “Good. Third floor. Northeast corner. Go.”As Aria disappeared into the dark, Remi seized Erick’s wrist. “That’s not an answer.”The flashlight lit his face in sharp angles. The flashlight sharpened every hard line of
CHAPTER 25 — Ghosts in the Machine
The abandoned subway station smelled like rust and old water. Flickering emergency lights cast long shadows over cracked concrete. Empty train tracks stretched into darkness. Erick had led them here after escaping GD Holdings. The stolen documents were safe in a waterproof bag on his shoulder. Ivan leaned against a wall, his bandages bleeding again. Aria tapped at a beat-up laptop, trying to get Helix working. Remi sat on an overturned crate, still stunned by Erick’s confession back at GD. Erick stood at the platform’s edge, staring down the tunnel. The memory sat heavily in his chest. No one in the Laurent family had known he was Quade before the gala. To them, he was just Dominique’s quiet husband—someone to push around. They never guessed he’d built GD Tech. Victor Hale was the first to figure it out during his public meltdown. The Clarkes knew even less. Martin Clarke only saw Erick as competition for Dominique. That ignorance had been Erick’s advantage. Now it was gone. He
CHAPTER 26 — Family Meltdown
“That bastard!” Michel roared, sweeping an entire stack of documents off his desk. Pages fluttered down like dying moths onto the Persian rug.Leroy Laurent stood motionless by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan, hands clasped behind his back. His face remained ice-cold, but the white knuckles betrayed him.The door slammed open. Dominique stormed in, still wrapped in the soft pink robe from her television performance. Martin Clarke trailed behind her, eyes glued to his phone.“What the hell is happening?” Dominique demanded, surveying the wreckage. “Michel, stop destroying your own apartment and talk.”Michel whirled on her, chest heaving. “Talk? Our money is vanishing! Shell companies frozen. The SEC is already crawling up our asses. Stock dropped another twelve percent overnight.” He snatched a laptop and slammed it onto the table, cracking the screen. “And someone stole our physical records during that fake fire drill—blueprints, payment logs, everything!”Leroy’s
CHAPTER 27 — Street Level
It was 2:47 AM. Erick crouched behind a rusty forklift, water pouring from its hood. No earphones. No Helix drone. No backup node. Just the harsh reality of the Burn Protocol: they were ghosts again, operating with grit, knives, and whatever weapons they could carry.“Three guards spotted,” he whispered. “Ivan?”Ivan shifted beside him, his jaw clenched against the pain in his side. Fresh blood seeped through his bandages. “I’ll take the big one on the left. Remi?”Remi, crouched on the other side of Erick in dark tactical gear, checked the slide on her borrowed pistol. “I’ll take the gate guard. Stealthily if possible.”Erick nodded once. “The accountant’s trailer is at the end of the dock. We go in, we get the ledgers, we take him. No bodies if possible. Move.”They slipped through the shadows like predators. The rain masked their footsteps. Remi knocked out the first guard with a well-placed blow to the neck using her truncheon, dropping him soundlessly into the mud. Ivan handled t
CHAPTER 28 — The Grandmother’s Gambit
Aria jerked the wheel hard, searching for any opening on the narrow bridge. "We're trapped!" she shouted. "They've blocked all the exits!" Gunfire exploded around them. Bullets ricocheted off the van’s armored sides. Ivan hissed in pain as a bullet skimmed his already injured shoulder. In the back, Hensley screamed and curled tighter into herself. "Remi, take the wheel!" Erick ordered. He climbed toward Ivan, kicking away the last jagged pieces of the shattered rear window. "Aria, lights off—now!" Darkness swallowed the van. Erick and Ivan fired back, forcing their attackers to duck as Remi wrestled with the fishtailing vehicle. Bridge rails blurred past in the chaos. Claire's SUV rammed their side, trying to push them toward the edge. "Hold on!" Remi yelled. Erick saw it. "There! Go for it!" Remi slammed the accelerator. The van scraped through with a scream of metal, sparks flying as it tilted dangerously toward the river below—then lurched forward onto a lower service road.
Chapter 29 — First Blood
The new safehouse was a forgotten maintenance loft above an abandoned printing press in Red Hook. Rain hammered the corrugated roof like impatient fingers. A single hanging bulb cast long shadows across the concrete floor. Erick sat at a scarred metal table, Claire Laurent’s black drive plugged into a hardened laptop Aria had salvaged. Remi stood behind him, arms crossed, still wearing the oversized tactical clothes that smelled faintly of gun oil and river water.“Anything?” Remi asked quietly.Erick’s fingers flew across the keys. The screen flickered with encrypted folders blooming open like poisoned flowers. “Everything,” he said, voice low. “Leroy’s private ledgers. Shell companies. Even the festival heist Michel thought he buried.”Remi leaned closer, her shoulder brushing his. The contact sent a spark through both of them. Five years of calculated distance, and now every accidental touch felt electric.She pointed at a folder labeled Michel_Projects_Shadow. “Start there.”Erick
Chapter 30 — Old Ghost
Erick stared at the burner phone in his hand as if it had grown fangs. The voice on the other end lingered in the air like smoke—familiar, sharp, and dangerous.“Jacqueline,” he said quietly.Remi pulled away from him, arms wrapping around herself. The heat of their kiss still burned on her lips, but her eyes had gone cold. “Who the hell is Jacqueline Arden?”Erick exhaled slowly. “My ex.”The words landed heavily in the loft. Ivan raised an eyebrow but said nothing, already moving toward the perimeter windows to check for tails. Aria busied herself with the laptop, pretending not to listen.A soft knock sounded at the side entrance—three measured raps, a pause, then two more. Old code. Erick nodded once. Ivan opened the door.She stepped inside like she still belonged in his world.Jacqueline Arden hadn’t changed much in five years. Tall, elegant, with long black hair that fell li