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.

the phone and dialed

for me. I

Caden put the flash drive in the

later, Alice woke up, her mouth

with Caden left her groin and legs throbbing with pain, a discomfort she had unfortunately

sky was already

their soft glow casting long, indistinct shadows that danced across the

in silent contemplation, a half-finished glass

over his forehead. His shirt, now slightly wrinkled, had several buttons undone, revealing the hard plans of his

bite marks marred her

deeper the marks, the deeper Caden

biting her lip as memories from a

wave of shame

remain so inexperienced, so hopelessly sensitive to his touch? No matter how

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

awake,” he murmured

her discomfort, trying to hide the awkwardness by pretending it hadn't happened. "So... where's

flash drive?” Caden replied indifferently. “It's damaged. “I’ll

his phone before

he moved closer. “Don't tell me you don't

your attitude, do you think I would lie to 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 to

She frowned, speechless.

was not a ruthless monster capable

he accepted the glass, as he was

glass in one gulp. “How did you know I was

smoothly from

her face flushing. She

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

barely blinked. “Food will be here

sharp clink. “You can

was just about to tell you something

and he couldn't

problem,” he replied, letting a deliberate pause hang in the air. “You have run

into a slow, almost wicked smile.

it?" he asked, in an amused

his chair, crossing his legs as if

tired to talk.

stared at him, fighting the

really want to play