Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 135

Julian had been hit dead center, but he couldn't show it.

She was just probing with a joke. If he lost his temper now, he would only confirm her suspicions.

"You're overthinking."

Julian withdrew his hand, his tone smooth and casual. "I just don't like being recorded."

"Then I guess it depends on your behavior."

Elara showed zero remorse. Instead, she leaned into the playful threat. "If you go back on your word again, or lie to me and Melody, I will absolutely use this recording to sue you!"

Julian's stomach tied into a knot. "Next time you record, give me a heads-up."

"I just did."

Elara replied breezily. "From now on, whenever you make a promise or an agreement, the recorder goes on."

Of course, since she never knew exactly when his lies would slip out, she planned to record their conversations from the second they started talking.

"Alright, back to business."

Elara's tone sobered up. "I did some rough math. You own eighty percent of Ark Solutions. To ensure you keep absolute voting power, you don't need to transfer a massive chunk. Twenty percent is fine."

Even now, she played the role of the considerate wife, pretending to care about his controlling stake.

Julian's face darkened immediately. "That's way too much. Absolutely not."

Elara tilted her head in innocent confusion. "I'm asking for less than a quarter. Is that really a lot?"

"...Yes. The company is prepping for an IPO. A massive equity shift like that will trigger red flags."

Julian quickly took the mug from her. "I'll go up with you."

Elara gave him a long, unreadable look but didn't fight him for it, letting him carry the milk.

To him, she looked like a wife who had accepted his excuses, her anger soothed, ready to play happy families again.

As they walked, Julian asked how Melody had been that afternoon, and Elara answered honestly.

"She looked like she was having fun with the other kids, but whenever she was left alone, she would space out. She looked so heartbroken, so anxious."

Elara walked ahead, detailing her observations. She didn't explicitly place the blame on him, yet every sentence screamed that it was his fault.

"She didn't want me to worry, so whenever I asked, she just shook her head. But she kept craning her neck to stare at the front door. You can't fake that."