After the Divorce, My Billionaire Husband Lost His Mind

Dad went silent at my words.

"Vivian, what are you talking about? Isn't that project Silas's?

"Are you two having problems? Did he hurt you?"

I gripped the phone, my throat so tight I couldn't speak.

The other end went quiet for a moment. Then someone else took the phone.

Mom's anxious voice came through. "Vivian, tell me. Did he hurt you?

"Do you want us to come get you right now?"

"Mom."

I wiped away my tears. "You don't need to come get me. I'll come home on my own."

Mom started to say something else, but I cut her off.

"I'm taking back everything that belongs to me. I'll walk through our front door with my head held high.

"I've given all of myself to Silas over ten years of marriage. I'm going to make him pay."

I had defied my parents and insisted on marrying Silas.

I left the city where I'd grown up and started over with him.

When his company ran into trouble, I helped him entertain clients and drank so much while pitching proposals that my stomach bled.

When his family pressured him, I stood in front of him and fought those stubborn old men.

Even at his lowest, I was still the one who kept a light burning for him late into the night.

At the memory, tears blurred my vision.

After giving him ten years of my life, I wasn't going to let Silas walk away so easily.

After hanging up, I pulled a document envelope from the back of the bookcase.

Inside was the company's registration certificate. It named my mother as its officer of record, but I was the controlling shareholder.

Mom had always said that a woman needed work of her own. I had dismissed it as one of her old-fashioned beliefs.

Still, I honored her wishes. I quietly registered the company and helped run it remotely.

After ten years of supporting Silas behind the scenes, my company had become his largest supplier.

Before our anniversary, I had even considered giving him the company as a gift.

Now the gift meant to symbolize our love had turned into my leverage in the divorce.

Bitterness filled me, yet my hands were steady as I texted my attorney.

"Maisie, draft the divorce papers.

"I want Silas to pay for betraying me."