The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 112: The Threat/ The Fear Of Being Seen

Chapter 112: The Threat/ The Fear Of Being Seen

It had been years since that day in the university. Years since Jean looked at Logan... overweight, underdressed, and poor... with eyes filled with nothing but disgust. Her rejection still sat heavy in his gut like undigested rage.

And now, she was his wife.

Even if it was only for a year.

No woman, no success, no empire had erased the memory of that rejection. Maybe deep down, he still carried a wound he thought time would heal... but Jean’s presence made sure it never closed.

He let out a long breath, reigning in the storm brewing in his chest.

She would learn soon enough... this wasn’t the university boy she once rejected. He was no longer the fat loser she could dismiss with a look.

He was Logan Kingsley now... and in this contract, they would both learn what it meant to play with fire.

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The house was quiet, but Jean’s thoughts weren’t. She sat curled on the couch, arms wrapped tightly around a cushion as if it could shield her from memories that clawed at her insides. The sunlight pouring through the windows did nothing to chase away the lingering shadows inside her chest.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. A message from Emma... "I’m coming over. You can’t ignore me forever."

A small groan escaped her lips, but part of her was relieved.

A short while later, Emma arrived, her energy like a gust of spring air.

"God, it’s depressing in here," Emma said as she walked in, tossing her bag on the floor. "Jean, are you seriously living like this now? What happened to the fierce boss who ruled our office like a queen?"

Jean tried to smile. It faltered. "She got married."

Emma plopped down beside her. "Cute. But really... people miss you. I miss you. Are you planning to come back soon?"

Jean stared out the window, not meeting her cousin’s eyes.

"I don’t know."

Emma frowned. "Why? Are you scared someone might show up? Your family?"

Jean swallowed hard, the question cutting closer to the truth than Emma realized.

Her voice was low. "It’s not just about them."

Emma tilted her head. "Then what is it?"

Jean looked away.

She couldn’t say it. Couldn’t bring herself to voice the truth...that Tyler Dominic had broken something in her no one else could see.

That the fear hadn’t left her bones since the first time he claimed her as his and made sure she never forgot it.

Not just once... not even just twice but so many times that she has forgotten to count.l

He made her feel watched even when she was alone. And she knew, deep in her soul, he hadn’t left the country.

He was still out there.

He always would be.

"I just need more time," Jean finally whispered.

Emma sighed but didn’t press. "Well, whenever you’re ready... your desk’s still there. And so am I."

Jean nodded, but her gaze was distant.

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Logan leaned back in his leather chair, scrolling through the latest performance reports. His mood was still sour, Jean’s comment from breakfast echoing in his mind.

Flirting with female employees? The accusation annoyed him more than he liked to admit.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," he said.

Henry stepped in, looking unusually pale. "Sir, this just came in for you. It was left at the front desk... no name, just your name written in bold."

Logan frowned. "From a courier?"

"No. Someone left it by hand. Security didn’t see the person... just the envelope on the counter."

Logan took the thick black envelope from Henry. The paper felt expensive, deliberately ominous. He opened it, and his eyes narrowed.

Inside was a photo. A candid shot of him and Jean entering his family’s house... arms around each other, smiling at his parents.

And beneath it, a single line typed in neat, bold font...

"How long do you plan to keep up this act? Enjoy playing house while it lasts, Mr. Kingsley. A pretty lie never lasts forever."

No sender. No signature.

Logan’s pulse ticked up. He stared at the words for a long moment, then crumpled the note in his fist.

Henry waited, concerned. "Sir... is everything alright?"

Logan looked up, voice even but sharp. "Double security at every entrance of my buildings and house. I want a list of everyone who entered this building today. Cross check it with yesterday’s logs."

"Yes, sir."

"And Henry?" Logan’s jaw tightened. "This doesn’t leave this room. Not a word. Not even to Jean."

Henry nodded and left quickly.

As the door closed behind him, Logan let the crumpled paper drop to the desk. His thoughts were already racing.

Someone knows. And they’re playing games now.

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Jean sat curled on the couch, flipping through a magazine, her expression unreadable. Logan entered the living room after his call with security.

"You’re late," Jean remarked without looking up.

"Busy day," Logan said smoothly, walking over to pour himself a drink. "First day as a married man, remember?"

Jean scoffed under her breath.

He studied her from behind the rim of his glass. The soft lighting of the room highlighted the tension on her face... still distant, still guarded.

He didn’t mention the threat. Not yet.

Instead, he leaned against the counter, voice calm. "You okay?"

She glanced up, clearly surprised. "Do I not look okay?"

"You look like someone who regrets signing a contract with me," he said, only half joking.

Jean stood, putting the magazine aside. "If you’re looking for reassurance, you’re barking up the wrong tree, Logan. I didn’t marry you to be your emotional support."

He chuckled under his breath. "Touché."

But as she walked past him without another word, his smile faded.

Whoever sent that message... knew exactly how to hit a nerve. And if they knew this much, what else were they watching?

Logan stepped into his room, his polished shoes quiet against the floor, but the weight of the day heavy on his shoulders. The anonymous message still echoed in his mind.

He loosened his tie, his jaw tense as he made his way to Jean’s room. The door was ajar. She was sitting by the window, reading something she wasn’t really reading.

He knocked once before pushing the door open fully.

Jean looked up, startled. "What are you doing in my room?"

Logan didn’t return the greeting. Instead, his eyes locked on hers with unusual seriousness.

"What would you do," he asked quietly, "if someone told you that our marriage is a sham?"