EX-WIFE, IT WAS YOUR LOSS NOT MINE

CHAPTER 6.

Emily was sprawled across the cream leather sofa, scrolling through her phone when the headline lit up her screen.

For a heartbeat she simply stared, her breath caught, and then a smile spread across her face.

The words were clear, bold, and satisfying: Jayden Hart in Custody Pending Charges.

Her laughter rang out, high and sharp, breaking the quiet hum of the penthouse.

“Father,” she called, her voice filled with triumph, "Jayden’s arrest is finally all over the news.”

Mr. Jordan stepped out from his study, adjusting the cufflinks on his dark suit.

He didn’t rush, but his eyes sharpened as he saw the glow in his daughter’s expression.

“Show me.”

Emily thrust the phone toward him, her hands trembling with excitement. “Look at it. Exactly what we were waiting for. He’s finally behind bars. Can you believe it?”

Mr. Jordan took the phone, his gaze sweeping over the article with practiced calm. The corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly, though his face gave away little.

“I told you I can handle this. Now he won’t be a threat anymore,” she said, her voice dancing with victory.

She swirled the glass of champagne before her slowly before taking a sip, savoring the taste as though it were the reward she had long been waiting for.

Mr. Jordan leaned back into the soft leather of his chair, watching his daughter with a calm pride that mirrored her joy.

His voice carried the weight of quiet authority.

“The police have him now and since your plan worked. We have to make sure he never finds a way out and I am capable of doing that.”

Emily’s smile deepened as she leaned closer to him, lowering her voice though there was no one else in the room bold enough to listen in.

“Promise me he won’t just disappear for a short while. Promise me he’ll stay locked away. I want him gone for life because he might bite at us at any chance of freedom he gets.”

Mr Jordan’s eyes met hers, dark and steady, a spark of assurance resting in them. “You have my word. Jayden will not see daylight again. I will make sure of it.”

Emily exhaled in relief, the kind that tasted almost sweet.

She lifted her glass again, her movements graceful, her laugh echoing like music against the tall glass walls.

The night felt like hers, as though she had already conquered the world, and Jayden was nothing but a memory, a shadow that could no longer touch her.

The celebration went on, the table covered with golden platters, the room alive with the murmurs of hired staff and the clinking of glass.

Emily’s phone vibrated against the polished marble table. She reached for it quickly, her eyes flicking to the name on the screen. The smile on her face shifted in an instant.

The triumphant curve softened, her voice smoothing into a tone of gentle affection as she pressed the phone to her ear.

“Darling,” she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that had not been there a moment ago. “I was just thinking of you.”

On the other end, her new groom was asked if she was still on for dinner tomorrow with his parents.

“Of course I’ll be there,” she said sweetly. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I want them to see how much I love you.”

Her father raised his glass toward her, and she raised hers in return, keeping her fiancé’s voice close to her ear as though he were the center of her world.

When the call ended, she let the phone slip back onto the table, her face returning to its earlier glow of triumph.

She leaned into her chair, the softness of the fabric cradling her as she exhaled a sigh of contentment.

“He believes every word,” she said with a small laugh. “He doesn’t need to know the rest.”

Mr. Jordan smiled faintly, not because of her love story but because of the way she had learned to wear masks so easily, shifting her tone and her face as though she were born for it.

“Keep him close,” he advised. “He will be useful. A man like that, with his resources, will only strengthen what we’ve already built.”

Emily nodded, her face alive with satisfaction. She saw no flaw in her path.

Jayden was gone, her father was powerful, and her future fiancé adored her without question. It felt as though everything had fallen neatly into place, the world tilting toward her in perfect balance.

The night wore on, and the staff disappeared one by one until only the two of them remained in the wide, glittering space.

Mr. Jordan set his glass down, the sound soft but decisive. His eyes had turned thoughtful, his voice steady and purposeful.

“It is not enough to celebrate,” he said. “Celebration without certainty is foolish. We will make sure there are no loose ends.”

He pulled his phone closer, pressing a number with ease, and within seconds, his lawyer’s voice filled the quiet air. His tone as he spoke was measured, filled with the kind of clarity that came from years of navigating storms without ever being caught in the rain.

“I want you to handle Jayden’s case. Make sure he gets a life sentence. I want every detail I will be sending anonymously to be used well to achieve it. Twist it all to point only at him. There should be no cracks or space for suspicion. I want Jayden’s guilt to be undeniable.”

He listened to the reply, his expression calm, and his fingers brushing the rim of his glass as if it were second nature.

The person on the other end assured him it would be done. The evidence would be shaped, the files arranged, and the case sealed.

Jayden would be left with no defense strong enough to break the walls closing in around him.

Emily leaned forward, her chin resting in her palm, her eyes shining with a mix of pride and admiration.

“You always know what to do. You always know how to end things.”

Mr Jordan gave her a look, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It is not about knowing. It is about never letting anyone think they can win against us.”

When he ended the call, silence filled the room once more, not heavy but powerful, as though the walls themselves carried the weight of his promise.

Mr. Jordan sat back, confident, the image of a man who had never known defeat.