My Ex-Wife’s Secret System

Chapter 3: The Voice

The alley behind the bar smelled like old beer and gasoline.

Tasha Reid stood beneath the flickering light, arms crossed, her breath fogging in the late-night chill. She hadn’t changed much since Eleanor Cole’s funeral—still sharp, still unreadable.

Adrian kept his voice low. “You were one of her last contacts. Tell me what you know.”

She studied him for a long second. “I thought you were dead.”

“Close enough.”

Tasha glanced around, then motioned for him to follow. “Not here.”

————-

They walked three blocks in silence before stopping at a quiet rooftop café. The city lights stretched out below them like stars trapped in glass.

“I owed your mother everything,” Tasha said, sliding her coffee across the table. “But after she died, I cut ties with the Cole family. Or what was left of it.”

“She left me a system,” Adrian said. “In my head. It speaks.”

Tasha didn’t flinch. “Then it activated.”

“You knew?”

She leaned back. “Project Silence. Eleanor’s final work. A neuro-emotional A.I. Designed to trigger only if you were broken beyond recognition.”

“I was.”

Tasha gave him a long, tired look. “Then it chose the right time.”

Adrian tapped a finger against the table. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She said you’d never believe it unless you lost everything. That grief would teach you what legacy couldn’t.”

He looked down, jaw clenched.

Tasha’s voice softened. “You don’t get it, do you? This thing—it doesn’t give you revenge. It gives you discipline. Control. It builds power by teaching you to let go of your pain without letting go of your mind.”

Adrian blinked. “She built this for me?”

“She built it to save you—from yourself.”

System Notification: User Stabilization Reached. New Function Unlocked: Asset Management.

On cue, a digital interface flickered in his vision.

[Asset Vault Accessed]

Holdings Detected: 1 dormant trust | 2 shell companies | 1 sealed tech patent (E. Cole) | Status: Available.

“She’s been preparing for war,” Adrian muttered.

Tasha nodded. “Not war. Survival. She knew Benson Group was going to collapse. Michael and Jessica were just pawns in a bigger play.”

Adrian’s eyes darkened.

“So Jessica wasn’t the only betrayal coming.”

“No.” Tasha slid a folder across the table. “Your mother anticipated three threats. Michael Kane. Internal fraud at Cole Tech. And a corporate spy inside the Benson family.”

He flipped open the folder.

A name glared back at him.

Jeremy Lin – CFO, Benson Group.

He froze. “I remember him. He tried to push me out of a merger meeting last year.”

Tasha’s eyes flicked to his. “He’s the one who froze your accounts. Michael just gave the order. Jeremy made it happen.”

Adrian’s hands tightened around the folder.

System Notification: Emotional Elevation Detected. Recommend: Breathe. Choose silence.

Adrian inhaled sharply. Let it out.

“I’m not here for rage,” he said. “I’m here to rebuild. Quietly.”

Tasha smiled faintly. “Good. Because if we do this right, Jessica won’t even know you’re the one saving—or sinking—her.”

———-

The next morning, Adrian sat in a borrowed workspace above a bookstore.

He hadn’t slept. The system kept feeding him updates—financial moves, shell companies to activate, and something else he hadn’t touched yet:

Unpublished Patent: Neural Stabilization Module v2.

Filed by: Eleanor Cole. Value Estimate: $12.4 million.

It had never been launched.

And now it was his.

The system voice echoed, colder than before:

“Host, you have one mission: Rise without emotion. Win without noise. Protect your future by erasing your past.”

———

Across the city, Jessica stared at her father’s hospital monitor.

He hadn’t woken up.

She hadn’t heard from Michael in 36 hours.

Her phone buzzed with emails—all bad news. Stockholders pulling out. Board members resigning. Media waiting to pounce.

She scrolled through her contacts. Hesitated. Then tapped one.

Adrian’s backup number.

It rang once. Then voicemail.

Her voice cracked. “Adrian… if you’re out there, I didn’t know Michael would—God, I don’t know why I’m calling. Everything’s falling apart. Please—just… I’m sorry.”

She ended the call. Her eyes brimmed.

Behind her, a nurse gently tapped her shoulder. “Miss Benson, your company’s accountant just arrived. He says there’s a problem with the books.”

Jessica turned, spine straightening. “What kind of problem?”

But something twisted in her gut.

———-

Meanwhile, Adrian leaned back in his chair as the voicemail played.

He didn’t blink.

System Alert: Mission Opportunity — Ignore message. Reward: Business Insight Module.

He hit “Delete.”

The system chimed.

Module Unlocked: Competitive Market Scan.

Scanning: Benson Group. 8.1% of shares acquired anonymously via shell entities.

Adrian stared at the number. Almost 10%.

It had begun.

At that exact moment, Jessica’s phone buzzed with a notification.

Investor Notice: A new shareholder has acquired 8.1% of Benson Group Name: Confidential.

Her eyes widened.

She looked around the hospital corridor like she was being watched.

Because suddenly… she felt like she was.