The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife-Chapter 187: The Silent Chaos

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Chapter 187: The Silent Chaos

Tyler left the office a few minutes later, calm and composed.

But the moment the elevator doors slid shut, his expression changed.

His steps are now smoother.

His expression grew darker.

Exactly where I need to be. He thought of Jean. Of her smile. Of the way she used to flinch around him... and the way she no longer did.

He didn’t like that.

But he would fix it.

On a yacht.

With champagne, sea breeze... And no exits.

Tyler stepped out of the Kingsley Tower with the weight of success resting lightly on his shoulders. The meeting had gone precisely as planned, Jared Kingsley intrigued, the yacht invitation extended, and every calculated step falling into place like chess pieces obeying a master.

His black car pulled up smoothly. The driver opened the door for him. Tyler was just about to slide in when his phone buzzed.

A news alert.

He glanced at the screen absentmindedly.

Then he stopped.

His jaw now grew tensed.

There, clear as daylight, was the headline.

’Kingsley & Adams’ Sensual Kiss Sets the Internet on Fire!’

Tyler’s eyes flicked down to the image beneath it.

Jean. Pressed against Logan. His mouth on hers. Her hand in his hair.

In Public.

Unfiltered.

Real. Or at least it looked real.

He clicked the video. Watched the few seconds of them lost in each other.

The sound of the city faded. Everything else disappeared. All he could hear was the sound of his blood roaring through his ears.

His fingers tightened around the phone, knuckles whitening. Someone brushed past him on the sidewalk. A small group giggling.

"Did you see Logan Kingsley and Jean Adams kiss? This is the ideal goal..."

The phone almost cracked in his grip. Tyler turned slowly and stepped into the car, his face unreadable.

The door closed with a soft click, sealing the fury inside. Tyler looked out the window, his voice colder than glass.

"They want to play house? I’ll show them what happens when you try to rewrite a story that was mine from the start."

Outside, the city continued buzzing with excitement over a kiss.

Inside the car, Tyler’s obsession grew into something sharper.

And next week?

He wouldn’t be watching from a screen.

He’d be on the yacht.

Smiling.

Waiting.

___________________________

The Adams estate had never been so quiet.

Until it wasn’t.

A crystal paperweight slammed against the far wall of Alex Adams’ private study, shattering with a sharp crack against a framed golf tournament photo.

The frame fell, crooked.

Just like their carefully built legacy.

"This is a goddamn joke!" Alex shouted, pacing like a lion in a cage. "Every social invite... revoked. Sponsors pulling out. Clients choosing Kingsley. Do you know how humiliating that is?"

Darla sat on the chaise, arms crossed, her face frozen in disbelief.

"She looked happy."

The words were quiet. But poisonous.

Derek, standing by the drinks cabinet, didn’t speak. He just clenched the decanter in his hand a little too hard, pouring whiskey with more force than necessary.

Alex spun to face them. "That smug little... What the hell is she thinking?! Logan Kingsley? Him?"

Darla’s eyes narrowed, focused on the tablet in her lap.

The video was still playing.

That kiss. That very public, slow, heart twisting kiss that Jean gave him.

She zoomed in.

Saw the way Jean smiled afterward. Like she didn’t owe the world an apology.

"She never smiled like that with us," Darla murmured.

Alex whipped around. "Don’t talk like that. The world was convinced that she was a pampered heiress with us. Until now... making a fool of us in public."

"She looked..." Darla paused, disgust curling her lip, "in love."

Alex’s voice broke into a low growl. "It’s not real. It’s PR. A stupid contract. That girl is still ours. She owes everything to this family and I won’t let her throw it away playing house with a low life like Logan."

Derek finally spoke. Quiet. Measured.

"We should’ve handled her when we had the chance. Now we can’t do anything."

Alex laughed bitterly. "Handled? We built her. I mean her company wouldn’t have flourished if she wasn’t an Adams."

"And now she’s on magazine covers," Derek muttered. "While we’re bleeding reputation."

The silence that followed was heavier than all the shouting before it.

Darla stood, her nails digging into her arm.

"Find out who leaked the video," she said coldly. "I want to know if this was staged... or if she’s really slipping out of our hands."

Alex nodded, rage sharpening his expression.

"Don’t worry mother, once Logan knows how troublesome she is... he will himself leave her on the streets."

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The hospital corridor was quiet at this hour... long past visiting time for most, but not for him.

Henry had made it a ritual now.

After work. Always after Morris Adams left.

It wasn’t about fear. He didn’t fear men like Morris... he resented them.

Resented how he sat by Emma’s side for show, muttering prayers he didn’t mean, offering flowers he’d picked up in a rush. Never once speaking the name of the man who did this. Never once acknowledging the darkness within his own bloodline.

So Henry waited.

And then he came.

The nurse at the front desk smiled softly at him now... she knew the rhythm. freeweɓnøvel~com

Room 602.

He pushed the door open quietly, as always. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and something too clean. The lights were dimmed.

Emma lay still, her face pale but peaceful. A single braid lay across her shoulder, neat... someone who had tended to her. Maybe the nurse. Maybe Morris.

Henry stepped in, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Em."

He always started like that. Like they were meeting after class. Like she could still roll her eyes and sass him for being late.

He pulled up the chair by her bedside and sat down, setting a small paper bag on the side table.

"Got you some sugar cookies today. You always said the ones here tasted like sadness."

He smiled faintly, even though it didn’t reach his eyes.

His gaze dropped to her hand... small, unmoving.

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