Too Late For His Love

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I was the genius who built my husband Blake' s billion-dollar empire. For ten years, I was his secret weapon, the ghost in the machine who wrote the code that made him a king. But when he fell for his doe-eyed intern, Cassidy, the man I loved became a monster. He threatened to throw our five-year-old son from his private jet just to get her back. But that was nothing. When Cassidy faked a fatal illness, he orchestrated a car crash that left me paralyzed on an operating table, my body a harvest ground for his new obsession. I was awake but unable to move as they took my bone marrow. I heard him give the order: "Keep her alive. If this doesn't work, she has another kidney we can use." He thought he had broken me, that I was just another asset to be parted out. He forgot one thing: a genius always has a contingency plan. I activated Project Chimera, an escape protocol I' d built years ago. As the military helicopter lifted off with my son and me, I gave my final order: "Wipe the servers. Burn the lab to the ground." He could have his little bird. I was taking everything else.

Betrayal Revenge Ex-wife Revenge Ex-wife

Chapter 13

The day before yesterday 21:40

Chapter 1

I was the genius who built my husband Blake' s billion-dollar empire. For ten years, I was his secret weapon, the ghost in the machine who wrote the code that made him a king.

But when he fell for his doe-eyed intern, Cassidy, the man I loved became a monster.

He threatened to throw our five-year-old son from his private jet just to get her back.

But that was nothing. When Cassidy faked a fatal illness, he orchestrated a car crash that left me paralyzed on an operating table, my body a harvest ground for his new obsession.

I was awake but unable to move as they took my bone marrow. I heard him give the order: "Keep her alive. If this doesn't work, she has another kidney we can use."

He thought he had broken me, that I was just another asset to be parted out.

He forgot one thing: a genius always has a contingency plan.

I activated Project Chimera, an escape protocol I' d built years ago. As the military helicopter lifted off with my son and me, I gave my final order: "Wipe the servers. Burn the lab to the ground."

He could have his little bird. I was taking everything else.

Chapter 1

Avery POV:

The first time Blake threatened to kill our son, we were thirty thousand feet in the air, encased in the cream leather and polished mahogany of his private jet. He didn' t shout. He didn' t even raise his voice. He just leaned across the table, his blue eyes-the same eyes that used to look at me like I was the only star in his sky-as cold and empty as a winter night.

"Where is she, Avery?"

His voice was a low growl, a rumble of thunder before the storm. I had arranged for Cassidy Clements, the doe-eyed intern who had become his obsession, to be sent away. A quiet transfer to a European subsidiary, a generous severance, a clean break. I thought it was a mercy, a way to save our marriage without destroying a young woman' s life, however manipulative she was.

I was a fool.

"I did what you couldn' t, Blake," I said, my own voice trembling slightly. "I ended it."

His fist slammed down on the table, rattling the crystal glasses. A tremor of fear shot through me, hot and sharp. This wasn' t the Blake I knew. The man I' d loved for ten years, the man I' d built an empire for from the ground up, was gone. In his place was this monster, his face twisted with a rage I didn' t recognize.

"You ended it?" he snarled, leaning so close I could smell the expensive whiskey on his breath. "You have no right."

He stood up, his tall frame casting a long, menacing shadow over me. He walked to the back of the cabin where our five-year-old son, Jagger, was sleeping peacefully, his small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

"Mommy?" Jagger mumbled, stirring from his sleep as Blake loomed over him.

My heart stopped. A cold dread, thick and suffocating, washed over me.

Blake didn' t look at Jagger. His eyes were fixed on me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He reached down and smoothly unbuckled our son' s seatbelt. Then, he walked to the cabin door.

The roar of the engines was a constant, deafening hum, but in that moment, all I could hear was the frantic pounding of my own heart.

"Blake, no," I whispered, my voice cracking.

He held Jagger, who was now awake and blinking in confusion, with one arm. With his other hand, he reached for the handle of the jet' s door. At this altitude, opening it would mean instant death. For all of us.

Jagger started to cry, a thin, terrified wail that pierced through the engine noise. He reached for me, his small hands grasping at the air. "Mommy!"

My entire world narrowed to that one, gut-wrenching sound. The code I' d written, the empire we' d built, the billions in our bank account-it all meant nothing. Only my son mattered.

"Let him go, Blake," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "Please."

"Tell me where Cassidy is," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "You have until I count to three. Or I' ll open this door and let him go. One."

My mind raced, a chaotic jumble of memories and pain. I remembered the early days, hunched over a keyboard in our tiny apartment, fueled by cheap coffee and love. I was the architect, the genius behind the code that would become the foundation of Davenport Dynamics. He was the face, the charismatic visionary who could sell a dream to anyone.

"I' ll give you everything, Avery," he' d whispered to me one night, his arms wrapped around me as we looked out at the city lights. "The world will know your name."

But I didn' t want the world. I just wanted him. So I let him put his name on my work. I stayed in the shadows, his secret weapon, his ghost in the machine. "Davenport Dynamics," he' d announced at the first press conference, beaming. "My vision, my creation." And I had clapped the loudest, my heart swelling with pride for him. For us.

The sacrifices were easy then. I gave up my name, my recognition, my own identity, all for the man I loved.

Then Cassidy arrived. Young, beautiful, with an adoring gaze that stroked Blake' s fragile ego in a way my quiet competence never could. He called her his "little bird," his "innocent fawn." He saw vulnerability where I saw cunning.

I saw them together once, in his office. He was laughing, a carefree, joyful sound I hadn' t heard in years. He was showing her a sketch, and she was looking up at him with wide, worshipful eyes. The intimacy of the moment was a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs. He never looked at me that way anymore.

He started pulling away from me, little things at first. He removed my wedding photo from his desk, replacing it with a sleek, minimalist sculpture. He claimed it was for a magazine shoot, to maintain a "professional image." But the photo never returned.

"Two."

Blake' s voice sliced through my memories, cold and sharp. Jagger was screaming now, his small body struggling against his father' s iron grip. "Daddy, stop! You' re scaring me!"

My heart shattered into a million pieces. How could he do this? How could he look at his own son, his own flesh and blood, and see only a tool for leverage?

"He' s your son, Blake!" I shrieked, my voice raw with anguish.

"And Cassidy is more important," he replied, his words a death sentence to the love I once had for him. "Now, for the last time. Where is she?"

He offered a deal then, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "Tell me, and we can go back to how things were. You, me, Jagger. A family. Just get her back for me, Avery. Be a good wife."

A good wife. The words were a bitter pill in my throat. I tried to reason with the monster wearing my husband' s face. He wouldn' t really do it. He couldn' t. He loved Jagger. He loved me. Once.

Didn' t he?

"Three."

His hand moved towards the lever.

"The Hamptons!" I screamed, the words tearing from my throat. "I sent her to the safe house in the Hamptons!"

The tension in the cabin snapped. Blake' s cruel smile returned. He casually tossed a whimpering Jagger back onto the seat and walked to the cockpit.

"Change course," he ordered the pilot, his voice crisp and authoritative. "We' re going to the Hamptons. Now."

He didn' t look at me. He didn' t even glance in my direction. It was as if I ceased to exist. I crawled over to my son, gathering his trembling body into my arms. He buried his face in my neck, his hot tears soaking my blouse.

Ten years. Ten years of love, of sacrifice, of building a life together. All of it erased in a single, terrifying moment. For him, I was just an obstacle. A problem to be managed.

I remembered him promising me the world. "You' re the queen of my empire, Avery. Everything I have is yours." But that empire was built on my genius, and the queen was being held hostage by the king.

I had watched him with Cassidy, his eyes, once full of love for me, now filled with a besotted tenderness for her. He bought her extravagant gifts, showered her with attention, treated her like a fragile doll. He indulged her every whim, defended her against imaginary slights, and saw her as a pure, innocent soul in a world that sought to corrupt her.

Just this afternoon, my phone had buzzed with a message from an unknown number. It was a video. Blake and Cassidy, tangled together in the sheets of our marital bed. Her head was thrown back in laughter, his lips on her neck. Her voice, a saccharine whisper, floated from the speaker.

He loves me more, Avery. He told me. He said you' re just... practical.

I had stared at the screen, my body turning to ice. My heart, which had already been cracking, finally splintered. I switched off the phone, a strange calm settling over me. I sat in the sterile airport lounge, waiting for my son, my tears blown dry by the recycled air. My eyes, once clouded by love and hope, were now unnervingly clear.

I had made excuses for him for too long. I had compromised my own values, my own self-worth, for the sake of a marriage that had become a prison. I had told myself that his cruelty was a phase, that the man I loved was still in there somewhere.

I was wrong.

I came from nothing. An orphan, shuffled through the foster care system, my only constant the burning intelligence inside my own head. Blake was my first love, my only family. And I had clung to him like a drowning woman to a life raft.

No more.

Deep in a secure server, protected by layers of encryption only I could bypass, was a file. A contingency plan. An agreement I' d made years ago, an escape hatch I never thought I' d need. It was an offer to join a top-secret government initiative, Project Chimera, a 20-year quantum computing project in a remote, isolated facility. My life' s work, the core of Davenport Dynamics, was built on the preliminary research for this very project. They had always wanted me.

My condition for joining had been simple: if I ever activated the protocol, I could bring my son.

I looked down at Jagger, sleeping fitfully in my arms, his face stained with tears. My reason for survival. My only reason.

The decision was made. Blake Davenport wanted his little bird back. Fine. He could have her.

And I would take everything else.