All Chapters of The Wealthy Divorcee: Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

RexThe boardroom was a storm, voices rising and crashing like waves, but Rex only saw her.Jenna sat at the head of the table, spine straight, her calm presence cutting through the chaos. She didn’t flinch when shareholders demanded her resignation. She didn’t falter when Veronica Duval, all diamonds and disdain, tried to corner her with accusations.Instead, Jenna dropped her evidence like a blade — the audio recording of Veronica’s assistant admitting the forgeries. The tide shifted instantly. Panic swirled, fear reshaped into relief, and Jenna held her ground like a queen defending her crown.Rex leaned against the back wall, silent, watching. Pride swelled in his chest, but so did something else — guilt, thick and bitter, a weight he could never set down.Because for every moment Jenna shone, he remembered the nights she’d cried alone. Nights he hadn’t been there. Nights, he’d chosen Alice instead.No more, he thought. Not again.The next morning, he put his old skills back to us

The morning broke with fire.Her phone buzzed nonstop on the nightstand, screen flooded with alerts. She groaned, reached for it, and froze at the first headline.“Scandal at Anderson Empire: Secret Offshore Accounts Exposed.”Beneath it, another notification lit up:“Has Jenna Anderson Built Her Fortune on Fraud?”Dozens of articles, each more damning than the last, screamed across every platform. The accusations weren’t entirely false — years ago, the company had opened international subsidiaries in expansion phases. But the truth was twisted, half-statements pulled from context, turned into poison.When Jenna reached Anderson Tower, reporters swarmed the entrance like vultures. Microphones thrust forward, cameras flashing, voices colliding.“Jenna, did you funnel investor money into tax havens?”“Is it true your marriage collapsed because of corruption?”“Are you stepping down as CEO?”The shouts stabbed her ears. She walked faster, eyes ahead, ignoring the chaos.By mid-morning, t

The forged signature haunted Jenna through the night. Her father’s name was inked onto a contract he had never touched, a weapon meant not only to destroy her reputation but to fracture her family’s trust. It was an attack designed with surgical cruelty.Jenna sat at her desk in the penthouse, the city lights cold against the glass walls. Tiara perched on the edge of the desk, eyes glowing softly, projecting data streams across the room.“Mama, look here,” Tiara chirped, highlighting subtle inconsistencies in the supposed contracts. “See? The handwriting program they used isn’t perfect. Too even. Your father’s pen pressure isn’t like this.”Jenna leaned closer, studying the projection. Tiara was right. The loops and flourishes of the forged signature were immaculate — too immaculate. Real handwriting had soul, variation, and hesitation. This was machine-made.Her jaw set. She whispered to herself, “If they want to use my father against me, I’ll make sure they choke on their own lies.”

The night before Jenna’s bold morning announcement, her phone buzzed with an unexpected call. Marydel’s voice, hurried but thrilled, came through the line.“Jenna, you need to hear this. The J&J project… It’s not just holding steady. It’s exploding. And it’s thanks to your Melvin.”Jenna blinked, fatigue from the day’s battles giving way to sharp focus. “Melvin?”“Yes, Melvin,” Marydel said, breathless. “He’s been quietly advising us for weeks, through me. At first, I didn’t even know how brilliant he was — he just kept giving me solutions whenever I hit a wall. Last night, he officially joined the project team. His prototypes… Jenna, they’re revolutionary. Investors are already reaching out.”Jenna leaned back in her chair, hand pressed to her forehead. She knew Melvin was brilliant, the Anderson sibling who preferred labs over boardrooms, science over politics. But for him to commit to J&J meant everything.“Put him on,” Jenna said softly.The line shifted, and then came Melvin’s st