THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.
Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Upon hearing what Emily just said, James stood there silently for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen. His jaw tightened. A strange stillness came over him, the kind that happens right before a storm. He didn’t need anyone to tell him twice—Emily’s words made too much sense.

Then he began to nod slowly, and a deep frown settled on his forehead.

"There’s something on it, what you just said" James muttered, almost to himself. "There’s something damn reasonable on it..."

He turned to Emily, his voice growing firmer. "If anybody truly wants to hurt me right now... if anybody is looking for revenge, to hit me where it stings, it’s Cora."

At that moment he took a step away from the desk and started pacing.

"And seeing how everything played out the company takeover... the emergency meeting that dragged us out of this house... and now this?" He pointed back at the laptop. "It’s her. It’s all her doing."

James clenched his fists, and the veins in his neck were visible now.

"That crazy Witch," he growled under his breath. "That good-for-nothing bastard... Has she not done enough?"

His voice rose with every word, the anger in him bubbling over.

"What else does she want to do now?" he snapped, slamming the laptop shut in frustration. "Is it not enough that she humiliated me in front of the board? Is it not enough that she took the company I built with my own hands? Now she breaks into my home my home! just to erase the one thing I had against her?"

At that moment, James clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing as the weight of everything came crashing down. The shattered trust, the erased files, the power play Cora thought she was ahead. He took a deep breath and spoke with a cold, steady voice that echoed through the tense silence in the room.

"She thinks she’s wise," he said, almost chuckling under his breath. "Cora actually thinks she’s smart for pulling this move now... for acting quickly before I could strike."

Then he turned away from Emily, pacing slowly across the room like a predator rethinking its strategy.

"Well," James continued, his tone sharpening, "I’m not a fool. I’m not some clueless idiot who would put everything, everything—on just one device. She thinks formatting my laptop means she’s safe?" He shook his head, eyes glinting with dark amusement.

"That woman seriously underestimates me."

Hearing what James just said, Emily watched him, uncertain but intrigued. The fire in his voice was different now—calculated, not chaotic.

James finally turned to face her fully. "Apart from my laptop, I kept another copy. A flash drive. Somewhere no one would think to look. Somewhere even I almost forget I hid it," he added with a hint of pride.

"That place," he continued, lowering his voice like it was sacred, "is one hundred percent secure. I mean it, Emily. There’s no way anyone Cora or anyone working for her—can get to it."

Immediately Emily’s breath caught in her throat. She stared at him, trying to read between the lines. Was he bluffing? Or did he really plan that far ahead?

But then she saw the look in his eyes—dead serious, unwavering.

Her eyes widened slightly as she whispered, almost in disbelief, " James are you actually serious about what you just said...Do you still have another copy?"

At that moment, James slowly turned his head toward Emily, his expression still tight with anger, but there was now a trace of confidence in his eyes. He gave a small nod and said, "Yes, Emily. I have another copy. One even more private than this."

His voice was low, but it carried weight. "I kept it in a place where no one absolutely no one would ever think to check. Not even Cora. But I guess she started suspecting that I had something strong on her. That’s the only reason she moved so fast... buying up the shares, taking the company, then making sure this laptop was wiped."

He took a step closer to the wall, resting one hand on the desk as he stared off for a moment. "But you know what? It doesn’t matter. She can delete my files, format my laptops... and it still wouldn’t stop me."

The muscles in his jaw flexed as he clenched his fists again.

"I will still expose her. I will still bring her to her knees. I’ll make sure her name becomes something people spit at, not praise. She will never be able to walk proudly in public again. That’s the kind of shame she’s earned for trying to play this game with me."

Emily, standing behind him, could feel the weight of every word. There was no room for doubt in James’s tone. This wasn’t just about anger anymore—this was about justice, revenge, and closure.

She took a step forward and said, firmly, "That’s exactly why we shouldn’t waste a second. That’s why we’re sisters in the war, James. Please... let’s go to the place you kept it and do the needful immediately. I don’t really know what that witch is planning. We shouldn’t take any chances. It should be done, like, immediately."

At that moment, James nodded stiffly and muttered, "No problem, let’s go."

There was no more room for hesitation. Whatever needed to be done, had to be done now. Emily didn’t say a word as she followed him, her heart racing with anticipation and tension. She had never seen James like this so focused, so determined, so on edge.

They moved through the hallway in silence until they reached a discreet corridor at the far end of the house. It led to a secured storage room, one James rarely used unless it was something he deeply valued. The heavy metallic door stood tall, cool, and untouched. James stepped forward and quickly typed in a complex series of numbers into the digital keypad. A soft beep echoed, followed by the unlocking sound.

The door clicked open slowly with a mechanical hum.

Inside the room, it was dim, cold, and perfectly organized. Every file, item, and cabinet was arranged neatly. Emily could see that this wasn’t just storage—it was James’s vault of secrets.

They walked toward a corner where a heavy, dark grey safe stood, firmly bolted to the floor. James knelt and typed another long string of digits into the safe’s keypad. A few tense seconds passed before a loud click sounded.

The safe opened, without wasting anymore time James immediately reached inside, pulling out a small black box that contained only one item: the flash drive.

But as his fingers gripped empty space, his expression froze.

He blinked.

Then blinked again.

At that moment Emily leaned over quickly, eyes wide, trying to peer inside only to find the box completely empty.

James stared, his breath hitching in his throat, his hand still frozen mid-air as if waiting to feel something that wasn’t there.

The flash drive was gone.