The Cherished Wife

"Oh, and one more thing." The voice chuckled. "I've cooked up a new concoction of that virus from three years back. It's way more potent than the original."

"What did you do?" Jack's face twisted in anger. "Who did you test it on?"

"Your foes are my foes," came the flat reply. "It's in your stepson."

"You... He's just a kid!" Jack's voice was a growl. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"Isn't this me telling you? You said you were going to handle that Peter brat, right? You were on board when I gave Peter's wife the virus three years ago," the voice was calm. "Besides, if it weren't for you, that kid would've gotten the virus a year ago. Thanks to you, the virus is now top-notch after a year of perfecting it."

"Hand over the antidote!" Jack demanded, his anger palpable. "I'll settle my scores with Peter and the Lennon family on my own terms. Tania and Brandon shouldn't be dragged into this."

The virus won't kick in just yet. It's still incubating. I'm only telling you because you've been

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the wildcards in his life he did not account for. He was ready to walk away, but Peter had to drag them into the mess. Jack shut his eyes, his face contorted with pain and inner

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