How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 189

Eddy had gone so far as to set a trap for his wife, luring her out under the guise of signing divorce papers, with court officials standing by to witness. But when the officials tried to pull up their marriage record, it was nowhere to be found in the system.

Eventually, they managed to dig up a backup—the old paper copy.

The whole incident made Eddy recall the time he'd wondered if his wife was some kind of computer genius. All traces of her seemed to have vanished from the internet—her school records, from elementary through college, had disappeared. Some had survived on paper, others were gone for good.

He couldn't be sure of anything anymore.

And now, the same strange thing was happening all over again.

"Sir, is it possible it's just someone with the same name?"

"No. It's her. My wife is back."

There was a stubborn determination in Eddy's eyes. Back at the Royal Feast Pavilion, he'd felt certain his wife had been close—so close he could almost sense her presence.

At that moment, Rebekah rushed in, breathless. "Eddy, why didn't you wait for me?"

"Don't be upset," she cooed. "Mr. Jordan's always been good to me. He's just in a mood right now, but once he cools off, I'll take you to ask him about Pacifica Isle, okay?"

Eddy didn't waste time. "What kind of expert did Mr. Jordan meet with today? Was it a man or a woman?" His dark eyes locked onto Rebekah.

It was the first time Rebekah had ever been the focus of Eddy's intense gaze, and it made her heart flutter. "I—I'm not really sure. But Mr. Jordan's been worried sick about that hacker attack, the one that exposed security flaws at the bank and led to all those accounts being drained. I guess it was someone in IT or something…"

"I'll find out," she said, pulling out her phone.

But the moment Eddy heard the word "computer," he strode out the door, not willing to let slip the slightest chance of finding his wife.

"To the Royal Feast Pavilion."

Rebekah yelped and hurried after him. Just then, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Mr. Jordan.

"Rebekah, I'm busy with something important tonight. I won't be seeing your guests."

"Mr. Jordan, I just wanted to ask—who was the VIP you met in the private room earlier? Was it a man or a woman?"

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