My Ex-Husband Tried to Ruin My Career but One Impossible Shot Exposed Him
Previously: When Jessica is forced out of her career by her deceitful ex-husband, she gets one final chance to prove her worth at an elite desert shooting range—but a rigged trap awaits.
A Ghost From the Past
The silence on the range was broken only by the metallic ping of the cooling rifle barrel. Ryan stared at Jessica, his previous skepticism completely shattered. He opened his mouth to speak, but the sudden roar of an approaching engine cut him off. A sleek black SUV kicked up a massive cloud of dust as it screeched to a halt behind the firing line. Jessica’s heart sank as the door opened. Out stepped Tyler, her ex-husband and the man who had systematically ruined her life.
Wearing his director’s badge and a smug, mocking smile, Tyler walked onto the range with slow, deliberate steps.
"Don't let her flashy tricks fool you, Ryan," Tyler called out, his voice dripping with condescension. "She’s a liability. She cracked under pressure six months ago, and she’ll do it again the moment lives are on the line."
The recruits began to murmur, the atmosphere turning hostile once more. Tyler walked straight to the wooden table, looking down at Jessica with pure malice. He pulled a single, custom high-caliber cartridge from his pocket and tossed it onto the wood.
"If you really think you belong here, Jessica, let's make a bet," Tyler sneered. "One shot. Hit the red marker on the ridge a mile out, and I'll sign your reinstatement myself. Miss, and you sign this confession admitting you falsified your records, and you leave this industry forever."
He slid a legal document across the table. Ryan stepped forward, frowning deeply as he assessed the situation.
"Tyler, that's an impossible shot with this crosswind, especially with a strange round," Ryan protested.
But Tyler ignored him, his eyes locked on Jessica, waiting for her to refuse and prove him right. Jessica reached for the custom bullet. But as her fingers brushed the cold brass, she noticed a microscopic, jagged scratch near the primer. It was the exact same mechanical sabotage Tyler had used to ruin her rifle six months ago. If she loaded this round, the pressure would build up and explode the chamber right in her face.
”If she loaded this round, the pressure would build up and explode the chamber right in her face.