My Ex-Wife’s Secret System

Chapter 5: Tasha’s Proposition

The café was tucked into a side street near the river, quiet enough for secrets but not too empty to look suspicious.

Adrian sat at a corner table, watching the steam curl from his untouched coffee. The system voice in his head was silent for once—like even it knew this meeting needed no distractions.

The doorbell chimed.

Tasha Reid walked in, blazer crisp, hair pinned back, her expression unreadable……she scanned the room once before walking toward him.

He didn’t stand

She didn’t offer her hand.

Instead, she slid into the seat across from him, pulled out a folder, and dropped it on the table.

“Benson Group. Internal ownership records. Updated as of this morning.”

Adrian raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been busy.”

“I had help.” Her eyes held his for a beat too long. “From someone who clearly isn’t as erased as they want to appear.”

He said nothing.

Tasha leaned forward slightly. “I know it’s you, Adrian. The shells. The sudden fund movements. The anonymous board seat request. I’ve been tracking patterns long before Jessica’s world fell apart.”

He sipped his coffee.

Tasha smirked. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to sell you out. I’m here to make a deal.”

System Notification: Alignment Detection — Tasha Reid at 63%. Trust: Moderate Risk. Potential Ally.

Adrian finally spoke. “Why now?”

“Because I worked with your mother.”

That made him pause.

She reached into her coat and pulled out a thin, worn card. It was an old ID badge from a tech incubator—one he hadn’t seen in over a decade.

Her picture was younger, eyes full of fire. And beside her name: Co-Developer: Evelyn Cole Initiative.

“My mother trusted three people with her prototype,” Adrian said quietly. “One of them was killed in a lab fire. The other disappeared.”

“I was the third.”

Silence fell between them.

The coffee steamed. Traffic moved outside. And Adrian’s mind was already ten steps ahead.

Tasha opened the folder again. Inside were two things: her own signed NDA, dated eleven years ago—and a new document, unsigned.

A corporate partnership agreement.

“Fifty-fifty?” Adrian asked.

“No,” she said. “Seventy-thirty. You lead. I follow. But I want in—on whatever this is. The silent takeover. The legacy system. The long game. I’m done working under people who don’t know what real power looks like.”

Adrian looked at her hands. No ring. No trembling.

Just steel.

The kind his mother admired.

System Ping: “Accepting alliance increases success probability by 23%. Alignment Level: 67%.”

He tapped the folder once. “What do you want first?”

“A board seat. And access to your surveillance feeds. I’ll handle internal rot—Jeremy, Michael’s moles, legal blocks. You handle strategy.”

Adrian nodded once. “Done.”

Tasha leaned back, satisfied. “Then let’s make Jessica Benson bleed.”

———-

Meanwhile, Jessica was staring at her laptop, trying to stop her hands from shaking.

The news was spreading fast.

Eighteen percent.

An anonymous investor had acquired nearly a quarter of Benson Group, and no one could trace them.

She’d pulled every record, called every contact.

Nothing.

And worse?

Michael was gone again.

Left a voicemail that just said, “Handle it.” No explanation, no backup, no protection.

Her chest felt tight.

Her father’s condition hadn’t changed.

The company was spiraling.

She was spiraling.

A knock at the door.

“Come in,” she snapped.

Her assistant stepped in, hesitant. “Ma’am… you have a dinner invitation. Investor roundtable. Tomorrow night. It’s confirmed that Kensington Capital, Torres Holdings, and MTech will be there.”

Jessica frowned. “And?”

“Your ex-husband’s name was just added to the guest list.”

She was shocked

———-

That night, Adrian stood on his apartment balcony, watching the city blink below.

His old identity was wiped.

The apartment was one of four he now controlled through different aliases.

No one knew he was alive. Not really.

He thought about Jessica.

About how she looked the night she screamed at him, standing beside the man she’d betrayed him with.

The memory was sharp, but dull at the same time. The system had slowly blunted the edge of his rage, but never erased the weight of it.

System Notification: New Mission – Remain Silent at Investor Dinner. Reward: Emotional Suppression Level +1. Bonus: Unlock “Insight Scan – Michael Kane.”

He exhaled slowly.

So that’s what it wanted.

Control.

Restraint.

Strategy.

Fine.

He’d mastered silence.

Now it was time to weaponize it.

———-

Tasha forwarded him the guest list the next morning.

“Jessica confirmed. Michael too. But the sharks are circling. If you show up, even quietly, it’ll shake the board. You’re not the ghost anymore—you’re the storm.”

Adrian simply texted back:

I’ll be there.

———-

Back at Benson Group, Jessica sat in her car outside the event hall.

Makeup done. Dress perfect. But her heart wasn’t in it.

She felt small.

Like everything she’d built was paper—and someone was lighting matches all around her.

She took a deep breath and walked inside.

————

The dinner was a private affair. Low lighting with expensive wine. Soft piano in the corner.

Investors mingled at velvet tables, exchanging quiet barbs dressed as compliments.

Jessica forced a smile as she moved between them.

Then she froze.

Across the room, a figure stepped inside.

Tailored suit. Clean-shaven. Expression unreadable.

Her heart stopped.

Adrian.

He looked… different. Taller somehow. Colder. Like life had burned away everything soft and left behind steel.

Michael, standing near the wine bar, followed her gaze—and cursed under his breath.

“Who invited him?” Jessica whispered.

Michael scoffed. “Doesn’t matter. He’s irrelevant.”

But the way Michael’s jaw tightened said otherwise.

———-

Adrian said nothing to anyone.

He walked past tables without stopping, acknowledged no one, and made direct eye contact with no one.

But everyone noticed him.

And that was enough.

He took a seat at the back, not on the guest list, not officially representing any company.

But he was seen.

Jessica’s hand tightened around her wine glass.

Michael muttered to her, “If he tries anything, I’ll handle it.”

But she didn’t believe him.

Not anymore.

———-

System Notification: Mission Success — Emotional Suppression Level +1

Bonus Unlocked: “Insight Scan – Michael Kane”

Scan Complete. Summary: Fraudulent investments. Multiple shell accounts. Macau connection confirmed. Risk Level: High.

Adrian’s eyes narrowed.

He now had everything he needed.

————-

In the restroom , Jessica chased a shadow.

“Adrian!”

He paused but didn’t turn around.

“You did this. All of it. Didn’t you?”

He finally looked back, eyes cold.

“You never asked what it cost me.”

She stepped closer, voice trembling. “Are you here to destroy me?”

He stared for a long moment.

“No,” he said softly. “You’re doing that all by yourself.”

And then he walked away