Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1184:

A shuddering exhalation escaped his lips while beads of nervous perspiration clung to his forehead like dewdrops.

The margin for disaster had been razor-thin—a single miscalculation would have incinerated his careful planning and left nothing but ashes.

Alex’s thoughts turned venomous as he contemplated Stan’s demise— that bumbling incompetent had finally served a useful purpose by dying.

Alex dragged his sleeve across his damp forehead, and the familiar chill of strategic thinking crystallized once again behind his eyes.

“Killing Stan was not enough,” Alex declared with arctic precision. “Jack remains problematic—he knows too much and poses a continuing threat. Eliminate him with surgical efficiency—no witnesses, no evidence, no errors.”

Alex understood that Jack possessed dangerous knowledge that could destroy everything—should Sadie’s or Noah’s operatives discover what Jack knew, the resulting explosion would consume them all.

head with the deference of a

departed the

had combed through every corner of the hospital,

behind even the faintest clue—like morning mist evaporating

such a short

planned killing,

stormy while his hands balled into fists so tight that his knuckles popped like breaking

sheer nerve to commit murder directly beneath his watch—then melted away without leaving

insult to his power, and he refused to allow such disrespect to pass unanswered. If these killers had possessed the boldness to strike at Stan, then Jack might easily

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dread crawled up his backbone, racing from his toes