My Possesive Ex-Husband

Chapter 12

After reviewing the CCTV footage, Alex sprinted toward the parking area. Amidst the towers of discarded cardboard and remnants of refuse, he tore through the piles in a feral frenzy, utterly blind to the dust coating his hands and his expensive tailored clothes. And then—gotcha! His fingers clamped around a rectangular object buried beneath a crumpled layer of cardboard. It was Evelyn’s phone.

Alex gripped the device tightly, as if it were the only thread of life remaining from the woman he loved. With ragged, shallow breaths, he quickly powered it on. By some stroke of luck, the screen was unsecured—as though Evelyn had intentionally left it wide open for his eyes to dissect.

Alex lunged directly into the messaging application. His heart hammered violently against his ribs, threatening to claw its way out of his chest when he saw his father’s name sitting at the absolute pinnacle of the conversation log. With hands trembling with a monstrous rage, Alex opened the text thread.

[You have vanished, correct? Ensure you disappear far beyond his horizons, until my son can never trace your steps again.]

[The fortune I provided you is more than substantial to secure your permanent departure from my son’s life, is it not?]

[Never show your face before Alex again. If you violate this covenant, I will not hesitate to eliminate you... permanently.]

Alex’s blood turned to boiling oil, rushing straight to his skull. Every single syllable typed by his father felt like a jagged blade piercing his dignity as a man. His father hadn't merely bribed Evelyn; he had actively threatened the life of the only woman Alex desperately loved.

Alex squeezed the phone so fiercely that the glass screen began to spiderweb with tiny fractures. His eyes grew bloodshot, reflecting a consuming hatred that had reached its absolute zenith toward his own flesh and blood.

"DAMN IT!" Alex roared into the bleak silence of the parking garage.

His voice echoed sharply through the concrete expanse. In that definitive moment, the paralyzing terror that had chained him to his father for a lifetime dissolved entirely, replaced by a devastating urge to dismantle everything. Alex would no longer play the submissive son. He would become the tempest that would bring his father’s pride crashing down to earth.

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Meanwhile, inside the sanctuary of a private luxury apartment located far deeper in the shadows of the city, Evelyn let out a long, satisfied laugh. She leaned back against the plush velvet sofa, swirling the crimson liquid in her wine glass with an elegant, victorious motion.

"Hahaha... How utterly pathetic!" Evelyn scoffed, her tone dripping with derision.

Her eyes gleamed with a calculating malice as she stared at the monitor displaying the live feed of the parking area she had clandestinely accessed. She watched with perfect clarity as Alex completely unraveled, shedding the final remnants of his sanity after reading the barrage of texts from Logan on her old device.

"This is merely the prologue, darling. Let us see just how deep that consuming love of yours truly runs," Evelyn murmured, downing the rest of her wine in a single, sharp swallow.

She set the crystal glass onto the table, rising to her feet to glide toward the sweeping floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the shimmering cityscape. Her silhouette cast a sharp reflection against the glass, revealing a woman who no longer harbored a shred of tenderness in her eyes.

"Will you bow to your father once more? Or will you truly love me this time, grasping my hand instead of discarding me?"

Evelyn touched the icy glass pane, conjuring the image of Alex’s desperate face. Her mind drifted back to that fateful day—the day she stood trembling with tears spilling down her cheeks, while Alex remained frozen in a cowardly silence as his mother hurled vile insults and divorce papers directly at her face.

"You are the one who threw me out, Alex. Right in front of your own mother," Evelyn hissed. Her voice cracked slightly under the weight of an unhealed phantom pain, but it was instantly replaced by a dangerously rigid tone.

"Back then, I was ruined because your love was weak. Now, I will ensure that very love is the weapon that destroys you—and your father."

Evelyn retrieved her new phone, scanning a brief text message that had just arrived from Jordan:

'I'm in. Tell me what I need to do to bleed them dry.'

Evelyn’s smirk widened. The pieces across the board had fallen perfectly into their designated squares. Alex was raging a blind war against his father, Jordan had surrendered to her faction, and Logan believed he had secured a flawless victory with his blood money. None of them possessed the foresight to realize they were mere pawns inside a devastating grand strategy, orchestrated entirely by the woman they had once dismissed as a "pathetic, orphaned girl."

Evelyn unlatched her apartment door, gesturing with a sharp nod for Jordan to enter.

Jordan stepped across the threshold with a visible hesitation, though his eyes failed to conceal his profound awe as he took in the sprawling luxury of the apartment. He let out a low click of his tongue, tracking Evelyn’s movements as she navigated her territory with absolute authority.

"Have you finalized your decision?" Evelyn asked, pouring a stream of wine into a pristine glass.

They moved to sit on the lavish sofa adorning the center of the living area.

"I—I haven't tasted luxury like this in a very long time," Jordan muttered. He sank comfortably into the cushions, savoring the expensive vintage as if he were drinking back the fragments of his stolen past.

Evelyn let out a sharp scoff at the reaction of Alex’s fallen cousin. "You can bask in it permanently, provided you successfully reclaim your birthright."

Jordan’s eyes flashed with an instant, predatory interest. "So, what is my move?"

"I am going to inject you back into the Archer family," Evelyn replied with absolute certainty.

Jordan choked on his wine, coughing hoarsely. "Are you mad? Unhinged? I am explicitly branded a disgrace to their name, and you? You are nothing more than the trash they discarded. They will never allow either of us back inside."

Evelyn pouted her lips, fixing Jordan with a thoroughly weary glare. "Ah, you are ruining my mood. Trash? Look at yourself, Jordan. Between the two of us, aren't you the one looking significantly more like garbage?"

Jordan fell dead silent, his face flushing with a volatile mix of embarrassment and raw irritation.

"At the very least, they did not cast me out empty-handed. I am living a lavish existence even after severing ties with that bloodline," Evelyn continued, her tone laced with a deliberate, arrogant edge.

Jordan rubbed the back of his neck, forced to acknowledge that the woman standing before him was on a financial plane far superior to his current reality. "Fine. What is the strategy?"

Evelyn curled her lips into a deeply guarded, secretive smile. "You are aware they are currently executing a massive hotel construction development in Hawai?"

"How the hell should I know?! I am no longer a part of their inner circle. Are you dense or just an i***t, woman?!"

Jordan snapped in sheer frustration.

Evelyn leveled him with a lethal glare that instantly froze the air in the room. Jordan cleared his throat awkwardly, his bravado quickly shrinking beneath the absolute malice in her eyes.

"Continue," he muttered. "I’m listening."

"Ah, you truly are a far cry from Alex," Evelyn murmured with a lazy sigh.

"What is that supposed to mean? How is Alex?" Jordan asked, his curiosity piqued.

"When I speak, he simply looks up and listens. Like a loyal puppy, he is incredibly obedient."

"Hah! He always was a whipped dog," Jordan sneered. "Whatever! What is the plan?"

Evelyn suppressed a chuckle, rising briefly to retrieve a thick, dense manila folder from her desk drawer. "Prior to the divorce, I served as Alex’s primary executive assistant within the firm."

"Yeah? And?"

Evelyn fixed Jordan with an intensely cunning, sharp gaze. "I carried out the vital proprietary documentation required for the Hawai project. And they are bound to go completely wild because the blueprints are entirely missing. Expense ledgers, revenue forecasts, structural designs from every division... I hold every single piece of it in my hands."

Jordan materialized into a statue. He stared at the folder in Evelyn’s hands as if it were an explosive device primed to detonate. With those documents, Evelyn didn't just hold the master key to the success of the Hawai project; she effectively held the windpipe of the entire Archer enterprise.

"And you..." Evelyn pointed a manicured finger directly at Jordan's chest. "Will become the triumphant hero who brings those files 'back' to the empire—but strictly under the terms we dictate."