The morning sunlight filled the halls of Havenwood as Matilda rushed through the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest."Commander!" she called out, her voice breaking with emotion at the sight of Jack standing by the window. "You're really alive!"Jack turned, his posture straight and confident – a stark contrast to the broken man he'd been a year ago. "As you can see, Matilda, I've recovered in more ways than one.""Commander, I..." Matilda composed herself, though tears threatened to fall. "When we received word of your return, I came immediately.""After all this time, you still maintain your loyalty," Jack observed, studying her carefully."Always, Commander." Matilda's voice carried absolute conviction despite her emotional state. "No matter my position now, nothing has changed."Jack's expression darkened as he moved to his desk. "Then you know about Kyle. About what happened when I was... not myself.""Yes, Commander." Matilda's voice softened. "The incident with Ale

The atmosphere in the Carter estate turned colder as Jack Sullivan stepped forward, his presence unnerving even the most confident of the Carter family’s allies. Surrounded by the guards, and still a smirk on his lips.In his hand was a tablet, the screen illuminated with damning evidence. The guests, drawn by the tension, leaned in to catch every word."You think your money can cover up everything, Alex?" Jack said, his tone steady and menacing. "Think again."Alex smirked, folding his arms. "And what’s this? Some fancy tech trick to scare me? Please, Sullivan. You’re a broken man trying to play hero."Jack tapped the screen, and a video began to play. It showed Alex’s Maserati, speeding recklessly through Havenwood’s streets, the timestamp clearly marking the day Kyle was killed. Another clip followed—security footage of Alex laughing in a bar just hours after the accident, bragging about how "some idiot jumped in front of his car."The guests gasped, their murmurs growing lou

The chaos in the Johnson household was palpable. Brian Howard clutched his bleeding hand, screaming in agony. "You’ll regret this!" he howled, his face contorted in pain. "Do you have any idea who my brother is? He’ll destroy you!"Jack Sullivan, sitting calmly at the dining table, lifted a spoonful of soup to his lips and sipped. His expression was serene, as if the pandemonium around him didn’t exist. The rest of the Johnson family darted around in a panic, some trying to help Brian, others shooting terrified glances at Jack."Call Eric! Call him now!" Brian shouted, his voice cracking.Lisa’s mother, pale as a ghost, whispered, "Jack… what have you done? Do you know who Eric Howard is?"Jack didn’t look up from his soup. "I know exactly who he is."Brian, shaking with fury, pulled out his phone and dialed. "Eric! It’s me!" he cried. "Get over here now! Bring the guards, bring everything! This lunatic just cut off my finger!"The Johnson family gasped in unison. Lisa stepped clo

Charles Carter paced in his dimly lit study, his face contorted with rage as he gripped the edge of his mahogany desk. The death of his son Alex had left him sleepless for days, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge."Find him!" Charles slammed his fist on the desk, making his security chief flinch. "I want Jack Sullivan's head on a platter. He made a grave mistake thinking he could kill my son and walk away.""Sir, we've located him," the security chief reported, his voice steady despite his nervousness. "He's been spotted near Luster Lake, seemingly alone."A cruel smile spread across Charles's face. "Perfect. Send our best men. And make sure they understand—anyone who helps him, anyone connected to him, especially those worthless Johnsons who harbored him, they all pay the price.""Consider it done, Mr. Carter."Meanwhile, at Luster Lake, Jack sat in perfect stillness, his eyes closed in deep meditation. The pre-dawn air was crisp, and a light mist hung over the water's sur

Jack Sullivan stepped out of his car, as he walked toward the Civil Affairs Office. The day was supposed to mark the official end of his marriage to Lisa Johnson, and while he felt no regret, there was a faint sense of hesitation in his heart.The office was quiet, its sterile atmosphere punctuated by the occasional shuffle of papers. Jack glanced at his watch and frowned. Lisa was late. Not typical of her, even under strained circumstances.He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. The line rang twice before it clicked. A gruff voice, not Lisa’s, answered."Well, well," the voice drawled. "If it isn’t Jack Sullivan."Jack’s grip on the phone tightened, his voice icy. "Who is this? Where’s Lisa?"The man chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "Let’s just say Lisa’s tied up at the moment. If you want her back, you’ll come to the Johnson family house. Alone."Before Jack could respond, the line went dead.Jack arrived at the Johnson family house within minutes, his body taut with t