THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.
Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Chapter 64

At that moment, Emily glance around, her brows furrowed in confusion. She scanned the yard slowly, trying to see what had caught James’ attention, hoping to find something maybe a strange object, an animal, or even a mark that could explain why he suddenly stopped walking and became so curious to say what he just did.

But there was nothing.

Just the regular garden, the path they always used, the trimmed grass, the soft breeze blowing through the trees... nothing unusual.

So she then ask, a bit puzzled, "What is it, James? I’m not seeing anything. What’s making you acting like this?"

James didn’t say anything at first. He just kept staring at a particular patch of the ground.

Then, quietly, almost like he was talking to himself, he said, "There’s this small flower... a tiny one I found growing here last week. It wasn’t planned or planted, it just sprouted on its own. I was going to transplant it to the small pot near the kitchen window. But now..."

He pointed to a spot on the grass near the edge of the stepping stones.

"It’s gone. Crushed," he said, frowning. "It was Stepped on."

At that moment Emily followed his finger and saw the flattened petals and bent stalk of a tiny wildflower. It was so small she wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t pointed it out.

She immediately shook her head, slightly startled. "No. No, I didn’t step there. I passed through the walkway like always. I didn’t even come close to this side."

However James kept staring at the broken flower. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Emily replied gently. "You know I pay attention to details alot, if I saw it I would’ve taken good care of it, or help you to transfer it to somewhere safe. I would never step on it, James."

Hearing what Emily just said James remained quiet, crouching slightly as he ran his fingers gently across the crushed petals, almost like he was mourning something greater than just a flower.

At that moment, James stood up slowly, still staring at the crushed flower. His voice was low, calm, but held an edge of suspicion.

"This wasn’t stepped on by just anybody," he muttered. "The angle, the pressure—it wasn’t a light step. Whoever did this wore boots. Not the kind of shoe a woman would wear."

At that moment Emily looked down again, following his eyes. The soil around the flower was lightly pressed down in a rectangular pattern. It didn’t look like a heel or a slim shoe—it was broader, heavier.

"A man?" she asked.

James nodded. "Definitely a man. And not by accident either... it looks intentional. Like someone stepped here on purpose."

Emily’s eyes widened slightly. "But who would even come here? Who would even know about that flower?"

James didn’t answer immediately. He was thinking deeply. But then, after a few seconds, he just sighed and shook his head.

"No," he said to himself. "Not today. This won’t ruin today for me. I have bigger things to deal with than a crushed flower."

Then he turned to Emily and added with a sharp, focused tone, "What I need to do now is to deal with that witch that’s the only thing that matters right now."

Emily folded her arms and gave a firm nod. "Exactly. Let’s not lose focus. That woman has done enough. You have to handle her first—nothing else should distract you now."

Without saying any more words James clenched his fists lightly but then released them just as fast. He was already walking ahead.

Without wasting any more time, James marched straight to the door with heavy, purposeful steps. His jaw was clenched, and his fists were still tight from the anger he’d been holding in ever since the boardroom incident. The door creaked open under the force of his grip, and in one swift motion, he stepped inside the house. His eyes were cold, dark, and focused he wasn’t in the mood to speak, not even to breathe more than necessary.

Emily followed closely behind him, her heels tapping nervously against the tiled floor. There was something about James’s silence that made her uneasy. She had known him for a while now, but today... today he looked like a man possessed. His eyes weren’t just filled with rage—they were filled with purpose, a dark kind of certainty that terrified her and thrilled her all at once.

She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t need to. The way he stormed through the hallway like a man on a mission said it all.

He didn’t pause at the living room or the stairs. He went straight for the one place that mattered—the study room. The room that only James entered when he had something serious to deal with.

Emily hesitated at the door for a moment, wondering if she should stay back, but her curiosity got the better of her. Whatever James had on Cora... it was serious. The kind of serious that could destroy someone’s life. And she needed to know what it was.

She stepped in behind him quietly, her heartbeat quickening.

James didn’t speak. He didn’t sit. He didn’t even acknowledge her presence. He walked with a silent intensity toward his desk, pulled the leather chair out of the way, and leaned forward with both hands on the desk.

And then, with a quick motion, he flipped open the lid of his laptop.

At that moment, James turned slowly to face Emily. His hands were shaking slightly, not out of fear, but from the weight of what he was about to show.

Then his voice was low, almost unsure, as he said, "Emily... I want to say sorry in advance for what you’re about to see. This is not who I am. I swear, this is not the kind of man I ever wanted to be."

Hearing his words Emily blinked, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in his voice. She stood still, her arms crossed lightly, waiting.

James continued, his eyes avoiding hers, "I’m not the kind of person who keeps bitterness inside... not someone who wants to bring others down just because they hurt me. I don’t believe in revenge. But this... this is different."