Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 994

After the meeting, Tyler trailed James into his office, confusion etched all over his face. “How can you do this? Doesn’t Jamie mean anything to you?” he pressed, his tone full of disbelief. “You’ve lived as him for years, and now you’re just walking away? What about everything you’ve poured into Nelson Corporation?”

James slipped one hand into his pocket and fiddled with his gold-rimmed glasses in the other. Without the glasses, his eyes looked even sharper, dark and unreadable, with an icy hint of ridicule at the corners.

“What about you?” James shot back, his voice calm but dangerous. “Have you done right by him?” He stepped closer, and something cold and threatening flickered in his eyes. “Tell me, Tyler. When those drug dealers took Jamie, where were you?”

Tyler instinctively stepped back, his mind racing.

“When they tortured him, when they burned him alive… where were you then?” James’s words landed like blows.

Tyler stared at him, stunned, as if this version of his brother had crawled straight out of hell. “What are you saying? You think I had something to do with Jamie’s death?” His voice shot up, raw with anger and disbelief. “It was Uncle and Martha! They caused all of it! You haven’t even gotten revenge for Jamie, and now you’re turning on me? James, when did you get so stupid?”

James just laughed at that, the sound cold enough to freeze the air. He didn’t bother to argue. He just looked at Tyler, his voice flat and final. “See you at the board meeting.”

He left without another word, not even glancing back.

Tyler made it back to his own office and shut the door, then collapsed into his chair. Sweat clung to his back, soaking through his shirt. A heavy, twisting anxiety wrapped itself around his chest.

Did James know something? How could he? It was impossible. Unless…

Was this about teaming up with Dean and almost costing James his wife? Or maybe it was about that ambush he’d arranged? Yeah, that had to be it. This was payback. Damn it. Both of these brothers were out of their minds.

Boston’s autumn had come early, laying a golden blanket of sycamore leaves across the city. Emmy didn’t hear about James’s explosive confession until more than two weeks later. Joshua dropped off the monthly project report and, with just a few words, updated her on the chaos at Nelson Corporation.

Emmy listened quietly, more than a little surprised. James hadn’t mentioned anything about this on the phone.

But Emmy couldn’t relax. She was competitive to her core. The gaps in her memory, plus all the online speculation about her abilities, made her more desperate than ever not to fall behind. She was like a dried-out sponge, soaking up everything she could get her hands on.

To keep up, she spent every free moment poring over dense neuroscience textbooks. She was a whiz with technology, but when it came to theoretical neuroscience, she was still a beginner. The sheer gap in knowledge left her more anxious than she’d ever been.

She hadn’t slept through the night once in more than two weeks. Her life had become an endless loop of eating and working in the lab. If she wasn’t studying theory, she was asking questions or throwing herself into experiments. Sometimes, when she was too tired to do anything else, she’d just crash on a bench or the sofa for a quick nap. Even her dreams were full of tangled neural maps.

She and James had only managed two real phone calls and one video chat in all that time. With a twelve-hour time difference between Boston and his country, it was almost impossible to find time that worked for both of them.

That day, after the research group wrapped up and everyone was packing up to go, Emmy found John. She stood by the lab bench, fidgeting a little, and bit her lip.

“Hey, John… I was wondering if I could take two more days off next week. I have some personal things to handle back home.”