Chapter 3: The First Step

Elena barely slept that night.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the divorce papers.

Then Adrian’s face.

Then Clara.

She turned onto her side and stared at the ceiling.

She had spent years believing that the hardest thing she would ever have to do was become Mrs. Adrian Blackwood.

Now she understood.

Leaving him was harder.

But staying would have destroyed her completely.

Elena reached for her phone.

There was one new message.

Unknown Number.

She stared at it for several seconds before opening it.

The message was short.

I know what you can do. If you’re serious about starting over, meet me tomorrow at ten.

Below it was an address.

Elena frowned.

It was one of the most expensive business districts in the city.

She immediately thought of the mysterious caller from yesterday.

Marcus Reed.

She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about his words.

You were never supposed to be just someone’s wife.

The sentence had stayed in her head.

She didn’t know why.

Maybe because it was something she had secretly wanted someone to say for years.

She had once dreamed of building her own company.

Before Adrian.

Before the Blackwood family.

Before marriage had swallowed her identity.

She had studied business management at university.

She had graduated near the top of her class.

She had even started working on a business plan with her mother before she died.

Then she met Adrian.

Her entire life changed.

At first, she didn’t regret it.

She loved him.

She thought she had found her future.

But slowly…

Her dreams became less important.

His career became the priority.

His family became the priority.

His reputation became the priority.

And Elena became whatever everyone needed her to be.

She looked at the message again.

Maybe this was a chance.

Maybe it wasn’t.

But she had nothing left to lose.

She typed a reply.

I’ll be there.

Then she put the phone down.

For the first time since her divorce, Elena smiled.

It was small.

But it was real.

⸻

At exactly ten the next morning, Elena stepped out of a taxi.

She looked up at the enormous glass building in front of her.

Reed Holdings.

Her eyebrows lifted.

She knew that company.

Everyone in the business world knew it.

Marcus Reed was one of the youngest self-made billionaires in the country.

He was known for being ruthless in business.

He rarely invested in unknown companies.

And yet…

He had contacted her.

Elena adjusted her simple black blazer.

She hadn’t dressed to impress anyone.

She didn’t have the expensive clothes she used to wear at Blackwood events.

She had left most of them behind.

Today, she wanted to look like herself.

She walked into the building.

The receptionist looked up.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Marcus Reed.”

The woman’s eyes moved over Elena.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Yes.”

“Your name?”

“Elena Hart.”

The receptionist typed something into the computer.

Then her expression changed.

“Mr. Reed is expecting you.”

Elena nodded.

“Thank you.”

An assistant appeared moments later.

“Ms. Hart?”

“Yes.”

“Please follow me.”

Elena followed her through the lobby.

Everything inside the building looked expensive.

But it wasn’t flashy.

The design was simple.

Modern.

Professional.

Powerful.

It reminded Elena of what she wanted her own company to become.

Not an empire built to impress people.

An empire built to last.

They reached the top floor.

The assistant opened a large glass door.

“Mr. Reed is waiting.”

Elena stepped inside.

Marcus Reed stood beside the windows.

He was tall, with dark hair and sharp features.

Unlike Adrian, he didn’t have the cold, distant expression of someone who believed the entire world belonged to him.

He looked relaxed.

Confident.

When he turned around, his eyes immediately settled on Elena.

“You’re early.”

Elena checked her watch.

“I’m exactly on time.”

Marcus smiled.

“I like that.”

She remained standing.

“You said you knew what I could do.”

“I do.”

“How?”

He walked toward the desk.

“Your university records.”

Elena frowned.

“My university records?”

“And your old business proposals.”

Her expression changed.

“Where did you get them?”

“From someone who believed they were worth keeping.”

“Who?”

Marcus didn’t answer.

Instead, he placed a folder on the table.

Elena stared at it.

“This is your original business proposal from four years ago.”

She slowly opened the folder.

Her handwriting filled the pages.

She recognized every line.

Every calculation.

Every idea.

She had forgotten about most of it.

Marcus watched her reaction.

“You had a good plan.”

“I was younger.”

“You were twenty-three.”

“Exactly.”

“And you were smarter than most people twice your age.”

Elena looked up.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I want to invest in you.”

She froze.

“What?”

“I want to fund your company.”

Elena stared at him.

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

“No.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t.”

Marcus leaned against the desk.

“Then tell me.”

Elena was quiet.

He waited.

Finally, she said, “I want to build a company.”

“Doing what?”

“Technology and financial services.”

“Good.”

“I don’t have enough capital.”

“I know.”

“I don’t have a team.”

“I know.”

“I don’t have a reputation.”

Marcus smiled.

“That can be fixed.”

Elena studied him.

“What do you want in return?”

“Thirty percent.”

Her eyebrows rose.

“That’s a lot.”

“It is.”

She closed the folder.

“And if I say no?”

“I’ll respect your decision.”

“You won’t try to convince me?”

“No.”

“Why?”

Marcus looked directly at her.

“Because desperate people make terrible business decisions.”

Elena was silent.

He continued.

“You’ve just walked out of a marriage. You’re angry. You’re hurt. You’re probably tempted to prove something to the people who underestimated you.”

Elena’s jaw tightened.

“Is that what you think?”

“I think you’re human.”

She looked away.

He wasn’t wrong.

Part of her did want to prove Adrian wrong.

She wanted him to regret every cruel word.

She wanted his family to realize they had misjudged her.

But she didn’t want revenge to become the reason she succeeded.

She wanted something more.

Freedom.

Independence.

A life that belonged entirely to her.

“I’ll accept.”

Marcus smiled.

“Good.”

“But I have conditions.”

His smile grew.

“I expected that.”

“I want full control over the company.”

“Agreed.”

“I make the final decisions.”

“Agreed.”

“And you don’t interfere with the daily operations.”

“Agreed.”

Elena looked suspicious.

“That was easy.”

Marcus laughed.

“I don’t invest in people so I can control them.”

He extended his hand.

“Welcome to Reed Investments.”

Elena looked at his hand.

Then shook it.

For the first time in years…

She felt like she was stepping into something that belonged to her.

⸻

That afternoon, Elena returned to the apartment with a folder under her arm.

Ethan was sitting on the couch.

He looked up.

“How did it go?”

Elena placed the folder on the table.

“I have an investor.”

Ethan stared at her.

“What?”

“Marcus Reed.”

His mouth fell open.

“Marcus Reed?”

She nodded.

“That Marcus Reed?”

“How many Marcus Reeds do you know?”

Ethan jumped to his feet.

“Elena!”

He hugged her.

She laughed.

“You’re squeezing me.”

“I don’t care.”

He released her.

“This is huge.”

“I know.”

“When do you start?”

“Immediately.”

Ethan looked at her.

Then his smile faded slightly.

“What about Adrian?”

Elena’s expression changed.

“What about him?”

“He’ll hear about this.”

“I don’t care.”

“Elena.”

“I really don’t.”

She walked toward the kitchen.

Then stopped.

She looked back at him.

“That’s the problem with Adrian.”

Ethan waited.

“I spent three years making decisions based on what he wanted.”

She took a deep breath.

“I’m done doing that.”

⸻

Across the city…

Adrian Blackwood sat in his office.

A report lay open on his desk.

He wasn’t reading it.

His mind kept returning to the previous night.

Elena leaving.

The suitcase.

Her empty finger.

The look in her eyes.

He couldn’t explain why it bothered him.

He had wanted the divorce.

He had expected relief.

Instead…

He felt restless.

His assistant walked into the office.

“Sir.”

Adrian looked up.

“What?”

“There has been a change regarding the Reed investment.”

Adrian’s eyes narrowed.

“What change?”

“Marcus Reed has invested in a new company.”

“Which company?”

The assistant hesitated.

“It’s a startup.”

“Name?”

“Hart Enterprises.”

Adrian stopped moving.

For a moment, he thought he had heard incorrectly.

“Hart?”

“Yes.”

His assistant placed the report on the desk.

“Apparently, the founder is Elena Hart.”

The room went silent.

Adrian stared at the document.

Elena.

His wife.

His recently divorced wife.

He picked up the report.

The first page contained a photograph.

Elena was standing outside Reed Holdings.

She wasn’t wearing the expensive clothes he had bought her.

She wasn’t standing beside him.

She wasn’t hiding behind his name.

She was alone.

And she was smiling.

Adrian stared at the photograph.

Something uncomfortable tightened inside his chest.

His assistant spoke carefully.

“There’s something else.”

Adrian didn’t look up.

“What?”

“Marcus Reed personally approved the investment.”

Adrian’s fingers tightened around the photograph.

Marcus Reed.

One of his biggest competitors.

Had just invested in his ex-wife.

Adrian’s expression darkened.

“Find out everything.”

“About the company?”

“No.”

His eyes remained fixed on Elena’s photograph.

“About Elena.”

The assistant nodded.

“I’ll handle it.”

When the door closed, Adrian leaned back in his chair.

He looked at the photograph again.

For the first time since Elena had left…

He wondered whether divorcing her had been a mistake.

Then he pushed the thought away.

It was too late.

At least…

That’s what he told himself.

But Adrian Blackwood didn’t know that Elena’s first business deal was only the beginning.

And soon…

The woman he had discarded would become the one person capable of threatening everything he had built.

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