The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return (Cynthia and Ethan) novel Chapter 120

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Chapter 120

Anna’s POV

I was pacing back and forth in my apartment, on a phone call.

The space felt emptier than usual tonight – the furniture I’d carefully chosen, the décor I’d selected to impress Ethan whenever he visited, all of it seemed hollow now.. Practically meaningless.

This was what my life had become. Living alone in this apartment with Hayden, everything I’d worked for crumbling in a matter of hours.

“I’m done playing games with you, Anna.” His voice over the phone was hard, final. “Completely done.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, though dread was already pooling in my stomach. I knew what was coming.

“I mean I’ve been patient. Too patient. I’ve been delaying the hit on Walker Industries because of you. Because you kept promising me you had a plan. That you could infiltrate from the inside.”

I stopped pacing, my free hand clenching into a fist.

“You claimed you could get it done,” he continued, his voice rising with frustration. “You said you’d marry Ethan, become Mrs. Walker officially, and then we’d destroy him together from a position of power. That was your brilliant plan, remember?”

“I know, but…”

“And you failed,” he cut me off. “Failed woefully. Ethan didn’t marry you. Hell, he didn’t even acknowledge Hayden as his daughter in the end, and that’s because you didn’t get him to sleep with you.”

I bit my lip, humiliation burning through me.

“In fact,” he said, and I could hear him moving, probably pacing on his end too, “I saw Ethan at the university today with Cynthia. They looked pretty cozy. Looking at each other like…” He trailed off, then let out a bitter laugh. “Like you never even existed.”

The words hit me like physical blows. Ethan with Cynthia. At the university. Being cozy.

While I was stuck here with nothing.

“And I’m tired,” he said, his voice dropping to something more dangerous. “So fucking tired of being separated from Hayden. Tired of the world thinking that Hayden is Ethan Walker’s daughter when she’s mine. She’s my daughter, Anna. My blood. My child. And I’m done playing games.”

“So, what are you insinuating?” I asked carefully, my heart starting to race.

“I’m saying I’m going to strike at Walker Industries now. No more delays. No more waiting for you to execute some elaborate the company, the reputation, the legacy that plan that’s never going to work. I’m going to take back what is rightfully mine should have been mine from the beginning.”

His words sent a chill down my spine. This wasn’t just angry talk. This was a declaration of war.

“Okay,” I said slowly, my mind racing through possibilities and consequences. “Fine. I know it’s time. I know you need to get

Walker Industries back. I won’t stand in your way anymore.”

There was a pause. I could almost hear his suspicion through the phone.

“But I have a favor to ask,” I added quickly.

Another pause, longer this time.

“What?” His voice was flat, guarded.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself.

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“The only way to bring down Ethan so completely that he won’t be able to fight back,” I said carefully, choosing each word with precision, “is when his loved ones are gone. When he has nothing left to protect. Nothing left to fight for.”

The silence on the other end was deafening

“What?” His voice had changed – still angry, but now laced with curiosity “Are you saying you want me to kill Amber?”

I laughed. The sound harsh and bitter even to my own cars.

“No, no, Amber isn’t going to be a threat at the end of the day.” I said, waving my hand dismissively even though he couldn’t see me. “Don’t get me wrong yes, Ethan would be hurt if something happened to his precious son. Devastated, probably. But Amber is just a child. He’s not the real problem.”

“Then what…”

“The problem is Cynthia,” I interrupted, saying her name with all the venom I’d been storing up for years.

I could hear him breathing on the other end, processing what I was implying

I walked to my apartment window and stared out at the city lights, at the ordinary people living their ordinary lives, completely unaware of the conspiracy being hatched just above their heads

“Oh,” he said slowly, understanding dawning in his voice “You want me to kill Cynthia.”

“Exactly!” I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction at finally saying it out loud. Finally admitting what I’d wanted for so long, what I’d been circling around without quite having the courage to name.

“Think about it,” I continued, warming to the idea now. “Without Cynthia, Ethan will crumble. He’ll be too broken, too devastated to fight back when you take Walker Industries. He’ll be a shell of himself, easy to manipulate, easy to destroy.” I paused, considering,

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