The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 54: Hurt him, where it hurts most

Chapter 54: Hurt him, where it hurts most

"Give me one damn reason you’re not siding with the man who blackmailed both of us."

Jean looked away, blinking fast. Her heart thundered, but she wouldn’t... couldn’t... say it.

"I have my reasons," she said finally, voice clipped. "That should be enough."

Logan scoffed. "Right. Because secrets always work out so well."

Jean stared at him, wounded pride and pressure crushing her lungs. "You can think whatever you want about me. Just remember... I’m not your enemy."

"Why?" he pressed, stepping closer. "What are you so afraid of? The press? Public opinion? Or is it your precious family you’re still trying to please?"

"That’s none of your business," Jean bit out.

"Isn’t it?" he snapped. "You and I nearly died on that yacht because of that psycho and his ego. And you’re standing here, asking me to bury it all so you can sleep better at night?"

"I never asked you to bury it," she hissed. "I asked you to think."

"Oh, I’ve thought. I’ve thought about how this could’ve ended a thousand different ways. You overboard and being dead drowning in the damn ocean. And I’d still be out there fighting while you’d be nothing but a headline! And now you want to play it safe?" He shook his head. "It’s pathetic."

Jean’s eyes welled up with tears, but she didn’t let them fall. Her voice dropped, trembling with rage. "You think I don’t want to fight? You think I haven’t imagined what it would be like to be free from all this? Every time I speak, someone pulls the strings behind me. Every move I make, every step I take... there’s someone telling me who to be."

"You let them," Logan shot back, bitter.

That’s it!

Jean turned on her heel and walked back inside, holding herself together by a thread.

And he just watched her go away... again.

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The air in the private dining room was thick with silence after Jean and Logan left. Emma let out a long breath and placed her phone down beside her half-eaten soup.

"They’re going to kill each other before we even touch Junho," she muttered, rubbing her temples.

Across the table, Henry leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the door Jean had stormed through. "Logan’s not going to back down. He’s made up his mind."

"He’s not wrong," Logan’s lawyer said evenly, folding his hands in front of him. "Junho should be punished."

"And what? Drag Jean into a lawsuit? Let the media have a feast?" Emma snapped. "No. That can’t happen. She’s been through enough."

A beat passed. Then Logan’s lawyer leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly as a new idea flickered to life.

"There might be another way."

Jean’s lawyer, seated beside Emma, tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

"Junho Kim isn’t just rich. He lives off the attention. Drugs, alcohol, women, parties, that curated image of a prince who can do no wrong. It’s his oxygen."

Henry smirked. "So cut it off. Make him suffocate."

Emma blinked. "Take away his access?"

"Exactly," the lawyer nodded. "Jean still holds her way with some of the international investors involved with Kim Enterprises. If she uses that influence to pull strings quietly, we can pressure Mr. Kim to freeze Junho’s trust fund. Isolate him financially."

"Meanwhile," Henry added, "Logan leaks something small... but damaging. Nothing that gets him sued. Just enough to make the media and his party crowd back away."

Jean’s lawyer crossed his arms, nodding slowly. "Target the image. Destroy the lifestyle. No money. No status. No crowd to worship him."

Emma’s lips parted, and she stared at them for a moment.

"It’s brilliant," she whispered. "We don’t need a court. We need control."

The room fell quiet again... this time with purpose. Behind them, the door leading to the garden remained open, the night breeze carrying in muffled voices. Jean and Logan were still out there, lost in another heated battle of words.

Emma gave a faint smile. "Let them keep fighting. Maybe by the time they come back...we’ll already have saved them both."

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The sound of heels echoed softly against the polished floor as Jean strode back into the private booth. Her expression was unreadable... smooth as porcelain, cold as ice. Everyone turned to her, searching for something.

A trace of defeat?

Anger?

But Jean gave them nothing.

She walked past them silently, the slight sway in her movement controlled and precise. She reached her seat, sat down with the elegance of a queen returning to her throne, and picked up her fork.

The chicken breast on her plate never stood a chance. She stabbed it like it had personally offended her, then began chomping... sharp, heavy bites that screamed of frustration behind the mask of perfect posture.

Emma blinked at her. Henry blinked at Emma.

Jean was furious. And pretending she wasn’t.

They didn’t dare comment.

A minute passed before the door behind them creaked open again.

Logan stepped in.

Every head turned to him, except Jean’s. Her eyes were glued to her plate, teeth working through another aggressive bite of food. She didn’t even blink in his direction.

Logan scanned the room once, jaw ticking, before walking to his seat. He didn’t speak a word. Just reached for the nearest wine glass and downed the contents in one go.

A shared, wordless glance passed between Henry and the lawyers.

Yeah, things definitely didn’t go well outside.

Emma cleared her throat gently, trying to break the tension. "So... while you two were gone, we may have come up with a potential plan. One that doesn’t require public exposure."

Jean paused mid-bite, her eyes flicking up just slightly.

Logan leaned back, swirling the empty wine glass lazily in his hand. "I’m listening."

Emma exchanged a look with the others before leaning in, her voice calm but deliberate. "What if we take Junho down without legal action? We don’t sue. We dismantle him from the inside."

Jean raised an eyebrow. Logan straightened just a little.

Henry picked up where she left off, smirking. "No more parties. No more fast cars or wild nights. We go for what hurts him most... his image and his lifestyle. Destroy the man without ever stepping inside a courtroom."

Logan’s eyes glinted with interest.

Jean slowly set her fork down, wiping her lips with a napkin.

Finally, she looked at them... at all of them.

And for the first time that evening, she spoke.

"Tell me everything."