My Ex-Wife's Secret System
Chapter 7
"Confirmed," the voice in Adrian's ear said. "That's the last signature. The debt is yours."
He didn't respond.
From the rooftop terrace of an anonymous office building downtown, Adrian stared down at the skyline. The city glowed beneath him-high-rise towers like chess pieces, every window a secret, every floor a move waiting to be made.
His phone buzzed. The system pulsed to life.
System Notification: Mission Complete – Covert Debt Acquisition Phase I
Benson Group Internal Debt Acquired: 3 Shells x 2.4% ownership each
Total Stake Now: 18% (Undisclosed)
He slipped the phone back into his coat.
From this height, the Benson Group building looked smaller. Fragile.
Like it could break apart with a single gust of wind.
And Adrian was almost ready to blow.
Downstairs, in a dim-lit boardroom, Jessica tried to keep her voice steady.
"What do you mean the investors backed out?"
Her assistant fumbled with papers. "Two pulled this morning. One filed to sell their stake... to a new buyer."
Jessica's chest tightened.
"Who?"
"They're listed under shell corporations: Argent Holdings, Darrow Ltd, and SEI Capital."
She went still.
Not familiar.
Not public.
Not safe.
She yanked open her laptop and pulled up the shareholder log-her fingers trembling. The names were there, all right. Spread across ten percent of her father's empire. Quiet. Steady. Growing.
Someone was dismantling her from the inside.
Adrian walked into Tasha's loft that evening. She was waiting by the kitchen island, red wine in one hand, a hologram of company stocks spinning in the air beside her.
"You're late," she said.
"I don't rush."
Tasha smirked. "You might want to."
She waved a hand, bringing up a glowing blueprint.
It was a patent.
A detailed, multi-layered structure coded with her late mother's ID-Eleanor Cole.
"Found it buried inside an unpublished filing. Your mother registered it four years before she died. Quantum behavior interface. Way ahead of its time."
Adrian stared at it.
"She built the system around this," he said quietly.
Tasha nodded. "And Jessica's company has been sitting on it-without even realizing."
He clenched his jaw.
"They don't deserve it."
"No," she agreed. "But we do."
Meanwhile, Jessica sat alone in her father's hospital room. Machines beeped steadily around her. His face was pale, lips cracked, eyes closed like he was floating in some place she couldn't reach.
She held his hand tighter than she needed to.
"I'm trying, Dad," she whispered. "I swear I'm trying."
A nurse entered to check vitals. Jessica stood up, barely holding it together.
Then her phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number: "You're standing on borrowed time."
She looked around the room, heart pounding. "Who are you?"
No reply.
She turned back to her father-and for the first time since this all began, she cried.
Across the city, Adrian sat with Tasha in silence.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, voice low. "We push the patent story next. Leak a fake press release-make it seem like Benson Group's tech arm is under audit. Watch how the market responds."
Tasha nodded. "You'll start a firestorm."
"That's the point."
"But Jessica will panic."
"I'm counting on it."
Tasha gave him a long look.
"Still not over her?"
Adrian didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
The next morning, news broke.
"Benson Group Facing Tech Audit? Rumors Swirl Over Missing Patent Registrations"
It spread like wildfire. Forums lit up. Stock forums speculated. Small investors started selling.
By noon, Benson Group stock dropped 8.6%.
Jessica's board demanded answers.
She stood at the front of the meeting room, hands shaking behind her back.
"This is a smear campaign. There is no audit."
Her CFO leaned forward. "Then where's the patent?"
She blinked.
"What patent?"
Dead silence.
Someone slid a copy across the table-a printed screenshot of Eleanor Cole's signature and the tech schematic.
Jessica stared at it.
No one had told her about this.
She didn't even know Eleanor had been involved in their R&D.
"This wasn't... this wasn't part of our registry."
Her voice cracked.
The board members exchanged glances. Confidence was already bleeding out the walls.
In a hidden server room beneath Tasha's office, Adrian keyed in a line of code.
System Access Request: Surveillance Override – Benson Group Internal Servers
Authorization Key: Cole-MK-1
Granted.
Screens flickered to life.
Emails. Meeting recordings. Accounting reports. Real-time location tracking on Jessica, Michael, and the board.
Adrian stood there as the system unfolded everything.
New Mission: "Watch Her Break." Duration: 48 Hours
Reward: Emotional Metrics Upgrade + Bonus Stake Offer from SEI Partner
He didn't smile.
He just stared.
Jessica's image appeared on the screen-walking fast, phone to her ear, clearly shaken.
Then another screen: Michael in a hotel suite, pouring himself whiskey in the middle of the day.
A third screen: the boardroom-tense, silent, anxious.
Adrian leaned back.
Everything was falling into place.
Jessica sat at her desk later that night, laptop open, hands over her face.
She hadn't eaten. Hadn't slept.
Michael hadn't shown up. He wasn't answering her calls.
She glanced at the framed photo on her desk-her, her father, Adrian.
It used to make her feel safe.
Now she just wanted to smash the glass.
Her intercom buzzed.
A delivery arrived-anonymous envelope. She opened it.
Inside: a flash drive.
No note.
No label.
She hesitated. Plugged it into her laptop.
A video file auto-played.
Security footage.
Her and Michael. The night Adrian walked in on them.
Except this time... there was audio.
Michael: "She'll throw you out, watch. Her dad's money is all I need."
Jessica froze.
The screen showed her laughing.
She didn't remember laughing.
The words hit harder than they should have.
She slammed the laptop shut, chest tight.
Who sent this?
Back in his dark apartment, Adrian stood in front of a mirror.
He stared at himself-not the broken man she threw out, not the failure everyone saw.
He adjusted the collar of his shirt.
Then his phone buzzed again.
System Update: Phase II in motion. Identity Erasure pending. Recommend digital rebirth within 72 hours.
Adrian closed his eyes.
The past was dying.
And something colder was rising in its place.
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