The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 148:

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Alice fell asleep on the bed in the dimly lit living room.

Caden, on the other hand, was still fully awake, despite the passion they had just felt.

Her body vibrated with a feeling of fullness, satisfaction running through her veins.

He pulled out the flash drive Randolph had passed him earlier, and until now Caden hadn't bothered to look at his contents.

He had intended to watch it with Alicia, but she had grown tired of it faster than expected.

A wry smile played across his lips. In fact, he had made sure of it. Exhausting her had been part of his plan: a clever way to keep her complacent, perhaps even to convince her to cook for him.

Caden plugged in the USB and clicked on the audio file, and the next second a humming sound came out of the speakers.

The crackling sound came unmistakably from a secret recording, untouched and raw.

Caden's nonchalant demeanor changed as the recorded conversation filled the room. At first, it seemed like just another piece of incriminating evidence, something banal in its criminality. But as the recording continued, a deep crease formed between his brows.

His gaze shifted to the closed door of the living room, where Alice was sleeping peacefully.

He grabbed the volume, turned it down to barely a whisper, and read in to catch every word. The recording wasn't long - less than five minutes - but every second was packed with damning detail.

He went back three years, to the tragic plane crash.

There were no survivors, the headlines said, and everyone believed it had been a terrible accident. Except it wasn't.

Joshua's name appeared on the recording; he had been one of the orchestrators behind it all.

Caden clenched his jaw, the weight of the revelation hitting him hard. Although he had long since distanced himself from the Yates family, their dirty deeds had never truly been beyond his reach.

They reaped what they sowed, and he had no intention of being dragged into their nets again.

And more importantly, Alicia's parents had died in that accident three years ago.

His thoughts raced as he quickly checked off the details.

Although there was no direct evidence linking Joshua to the deaths of Alicia's parents, the pieces were starting to fit together all too well.

Caden pressed his lips into a thin, tight line, his face shadowed by the harsh overhead light.

The stark light was oppressive, creating stark contrasts in his expression and amplifying the mounting tension beneath his cold exterior.

I picked up the phone and dialed an

me. I want answers within a

the call ended, Caden put the flash

mouth

legs throbbing with pain, a discomfort she had unfortunately grown accustomed to. Wincing slightly, she slid out of the bed,

was already

office, only two wall lamps remained lit, their soft glow casting long, indistinct shadows that danced across the

Caden sat in silent contemplation, a half-finished glass of

stray locks of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

marred

marks, the deeper

leaned against the wall, biting her lip as memories from a few hours ago flooded her

same uncomfortable wave of shame washed

sensitive to his touch? No

turned his head toward her, his dark eyes meeting hers with the same unreadable

he murmured

by pretending it hadn't happened. "So... where's

drive?” Caden replied indifferently. “It's damaged. “I’ll bring it to you the day

on his phone before getting

of fear flickering through her as he moved closer.

you?” Caden, ever calm, filled his glass with warm water and handed it over. “Accidents happen. How about this? If you don't have it by the day after tomorrow, feel free

She frowned, speechless.

was not a ruthless

accepted the glass,

glass in one gulp. “How did

smoothly from his lips. “Don't

to her cheeks, her face flushing. She closed her mouth, too embarrassed to make a

the warm water settled on her stomach, it caused a small rumble, making her realize

“Food will be here

clink. “You can eat

“I was just about to tell

and he

a deliberate pause hang in the air. “You have run out

slow, almost wicked smile.

taking it?" he asked, in an

into his chair, crossing his legs as if he had all the time in

starving," he said lazily, "and I'm too tired to talk.

the urge

want