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.

picked up the phone and dialed an

me. I

the call ended, Caden put the flash drive in the safe

woke up, her mouth dry and

had unfortunately grown accustomed to. Wincing slightly, she slid out of the bed, her steps slow and

was already

dim office, only two wall lamps remained lit, their soft

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

felt her eyes fix on him, studying the stray locks of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

red scratches and bite marks marred her skin, evidence

the deeper

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

of shame washed

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

to sense her presence, Caden turned his head toward her, his dark eyes

awake,” he

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

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

sent a quick message on his phone

fear flickering through her as he moved

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.

ruthless monster capable

accepted the glass,

gulp. “How did you know I was thirsty?” he asked, his

words slipped smoothly from his lips. “Don't you

flushing. She closed her mouth, too embarrassed to make

it caused a small rumble,

blinked. “Food will be

down her glass with a sharp clink. “You can eat alone.

a shame. “I was just about to tell you something

and he couldn't

pause

curved into a slow, almost wicked smile. Karma

you taking it?" he asked, in an amused

his chair, crossing his legs as if he had

too tired to talk. Let's eat first and then we'll

stared at him, fighting the urge to roll

really want to