Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 59

Elara let out a self-deprecating laugh and shook her head. "Nothing. Just realizing how thoroughly I've failed these past few years."

She had genuinely believed she understood Julian. She thought gathering evidence against him would be effortless. How laughably naive she had been.

Back when Elara was a practicing attorney, she had dealt with her fair share of criminal suspects. Controlling her expressions and playing dumb was practically muscle memory. Within seconds, she reigned in her emotions, fixing Julian with a steady, unblinking, and chillingly calm stare.

It was the exact same look she used on her clients during interrogations—maintaining absolute composure, dissecting every word and microscopic reaction to separate lies from truth, systematically extracting every piece of ammunition she needed to win the case.

In that very moment, Elara began evaluating Julian all over again.

Treating him like a stranger. Like a complex case to be unpacked and dismantled.

Her gaze was so devoid of emotion that Julian's skin crawled. A deep sense of paranoia took root in his chest, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly what about her demeanor was setting off every alarm bell in his head.

He stared back at her for a long moment, his irritation spiking drastically. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Elara beat him to it.

"It seems actually communicating with you is entirely impossible now."

Her words hung heavy with devastating implication before she completely withdrew her gaze.

"Since that's the case, I won't waste any more of your time."

Julian froze, blurting out, "You're leaving?"

Realizing how desperate he sounded, as if he were actually begging her to stay, he quickly backpedaled. "Didn't you say you came here to talk to me about something?"

"I did," Elara replied with hollow indifference. "Not anymore. I don't see any point in us continuing this conversation."

Whether it was the rotting corpse of their marriage, or his ironclad resolve to drain their assets.

After her chat with Leo and seeing the vile sexts lighting up his screen, she had every single answer she needed.

There was absolutely no reason left for them to speak.

Without giving Julian another second to question her, Elara gave a dismissive wave and headed straight for the door.

Was this really the same Elara who always fiercely defended his image in public?

Meanwhile.

On the top floor of a skyscraper in the heart of the city's financial district, inside the CEO's executive suite.

Sebastian Vance lounged back effortlessly in his luxurious leather chair, his face entirely unreadable as he flipped through the dossier his assistant had just delivered.

It was the second time he was reading it.

His assistant stole a nervous glance, desperate to gauge his boss's mood, but he couldn't read a damn thing. Too terrified to speak out of turn, he simply stood there, waiting patiently for the man to finish.

Several agonizing minutes passed before the sharp rustling of paper finally ceased.

Sebastian neatly aligned the stack of documents, slid them into a heavy manila envelope, sealed it with wax, and handed it to his assistant. "Send this to Elara."