The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 640: You know who I am, dont you? Everythings taken care of.

Now hurry back.

I want you to see it for yourself.

A small, knowing smile touched Cadens lips.

Im on my way.

He glanced around the parking lot, eyes narrowing when he noticed a car parked at a distance, its occupants watching too intently.

Something felt off.

Alicia popped her head out of the car window.

Whats taking so long? Are you coming or not? Caden masked the cold gleam in his eyes, turning back with a composed look.

Nothing.

Lets go, Caden said as he slid into the drivers seat.

As their car pulled away, Corey lowered the window of his car to tap the ash off his cigarette.

He had seen Cadens smile on the call so carefree, so content.

It stung, a bitter reminder of the chaos in Coreys own life.

If he couldnt have peace, neither would Caden.

Corey took a final drag of his cigarette, eyes narrowing as he turned to his subordinate.

Whats the update on Gerrys elder son? The man answered promptly, His surgery just finished.

That must hurt, Corey said with a low chuckle.

Better a quick, sharp shock than drawn-out suffering.

Finish him off.

The subordinate hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing his face.

But if he dies, what if Gareth stops cooperating? Coreys eyes narrowed, and his voice turned cold.

He still has another son and a wife, doesnt he? As long as theres someone left, hell cling to hope.

Fear had a way of cornering people, forcing them to act with desperation.

And Corey knew that if Gareth was truly trapped, he would have no choice but to comply.

The subordinate gave a stiff nod.

Understood.

Ill handle it immediately.

Coreys gaze dropped as he lit another cigarette.

The smoke curled upward as he exhaled, his expression detached, as if a life filled with hope and love was as trivial as the ashes falling from his cigarette.

He was well aware of the dark path he walked; with so many lives on his conscience, a peaceful end was out of reach.

Gareths elder son didnt have to die, but Corey couldnt afford to lose.

Not now.

Waiting was not an option.

Survival was paramount.

Back in Warrington, Dorian lay in a dark room, quietly nursing his wounds.

The painkillers dulled the ache and sent him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When he awoke, the first thing he saw was Regina seated by his bedside, a bowl of soup in her hands.

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