Ex-husband's Sweetest Revenge.

I’ll do it…

“Good day, Mr. Ethan. It’s nice to see you.” The man smiled warmly, but shock coursed through me. How did he know my name? I swear I have never seen this people in my life.( scuffs) This had to be a prank. Maybe the Thompsons were pulling some ridiculous stunt on me.

But, looking at these men, with their polished suits and commanding presence, it felt like a stretch. They looked like they belonged to a world far beyond the reach of the Thompsons—like they were these secret detectives straight out of a movie.

“How do you know my name? And why am I here?” I questioned, my brow furrowing in confusion. The man didn’t respond immediately; he just maintained that unnerving smile as he handed me the files he held. I took them, my frown deepening. What was going on?

As I flipped through the pages, wondering what I was supposed to do with the files, my heart dropped when I saw a picture tucked inside.

It was a photo of a man who looked strikingly like me, only a bit older.

Beside him stood a woman with the same sea-blue eyes I saw in the mirror every day.

And then there was a small boy—wait! me, unmistakably—grinning up at the camera.

Who were these two adults standing behind me? My mind raced, confusion swirling inside of me.

I had grown up with my foster parents, they looked nothing like these two. Who were they, and how was I connected to them? Could it be…,,No!

I felt so curious and I needed an answer.

I looked up, my voice shaky as I asked, "Who are they?" The man smiled, that warm yet unsettling smile, and said, "Mr. Ethan, they are your parents."

My heart stopped. Parents? The word echoed in my mind.

I stared at the picture again, trying to process what he was saying. The man and woman looked so poised, so wealthy, their expressions radiating a life of privilege. They didn’t just look rich; they looked like royalty, like they were money itself.

The contrast between them and my own life felt like a cruel joke. Like where’s the camera?!

But if this was true, Why then had I grown up in a foster home, barely able to afford a penny while they lived in this lavish world? Did they even know I existed? Had they ever looked for me?

"Why? Why did I end up with foster parents?" I stammered, the confusion tightening my chest.

My thoughts raced back to my childhood—days spent longing for a family, a real home.

The man’s expression shifted slightly, as he spoke. "There are reasons for everything, Ethan," he said gently, but I couldn’t focus on his words. All I could think about were my parents, these figures of wealth and power, had chosen to leave me to suffer.

“And what was their reason?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the picture, my father.

The man’s expression hardened as he continued, “Your parents were killed by their rival.” His said, his voice low. Killed? My heart raced, and a chill ran down my spine.

“What do you mean?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady. “Killed? How?”

“They were leaders of a top-secret organization,” he explained, his tone now serious. “They dedicated their lives to fighting against powerful enemies. They died in the line of duty, trying to defeat one of their rivals. And that was why you were taken to the orphanage for your safety,” He paused, exhaling heavily.

“And now,” he continued, “You have to complete their mission and take over your father’s role.”

My mind reeled. Take over? How could I take over when I knew nothing about being in a secret society?

I had spent my life feeling lost and unworthy, and now I was being handed the reins to a powerful organization? Did I even have what it took?

“Why me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why should I step into their shoes?”

“Because you’re their son,” he replied firmly. “You have their blood, their spirit. This is your birthright, Ethan. It’s time to claim it.”

I stared at the picture again, at the faces of the people I never got to know, and the small boy who was me, caught in between two worlds.

Maybe this was my chance to uncover the truth about my past, to understand who I really was, who my parents was.

But could I really do it? Could I become part of a world filled with secrets and dangers that had already claimed my parents?

“I’ll do it,” I said and the man smiled, nodding his head.

“Welcome Mr. Ethan, come with me as I take you to your father’s office,”

He said and I stood up, following behind him.

Although I felt terrified, This was a step I needed to take. I needed to pay back who ever killed my parents. Atleast.....