All Chapters of Trillonaire Ex-Wife After Divorce : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

The conference room was suffocating in its silence.Avery sat at the head of the long obsidian table, fingers steepled beneath her chin, her gaze scanning the two faces seated across from her.Nathaniel Wu.Isla Grant.Two of her father’s oldest adversaries—former board members forced into early retirement years ago under the guise of “strategic redirection.” But everyone in the inner circles knew the truth. Richard Rodrigo had deemed them obsolete. Untrustworthy. A threat.But threats could be useful—if redirected.Nathaniel, in his late sixties now, still carried the calm arrogance of a man who had once been at the helm of corporate empires. His pinstripe suit was flawless, his silver hair combed neatly back. Isla, a decade younger, had the sharper edge. Her black blouse and cream trousers projected effortless wealth. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes sharp and watchful.Avery had chosen to meet them privately—no advisors, no assistants, no digital recorders. Just the three of

The city lights danced on the surface of the river like fractured stars, glimmering in time with the thrum of music from inside the Carmichael estate. Avery stood at the edge of the veranda, one hand braced against the stone railing, the other still holding her untouched wine. The cold slipped beneath the silk of her gown, brushing her skin like a warning. She barely noticed. Her heart had finally begun to settle, but her mind hadn’t. Not since the moment Elise kissed Tamer. Not since she saw that flicker of stillness in him—that second of not-pulling-away. And not since she caught her own reflection in the tall glass door afterward and didn’t recognize the expression staring back. Jealousy. Raw and unwelcome. It clung to her ribs like smoke, impossible to swallow. She wasn’t supposed to feel this. She wasn’t supposed to care. He was a tool. A stepping stone. A beautifully disguised danger she had accepted into her life not out of love, but out of vengeance. This was her plan.

Chapter 45The Rodrigo estate had always been grand—crafted with cold stone, heavy wooden doors, and stained glass windows that filtered light like confessionals. But today, as Avery stepped out of her car and walked toward the front entrance, the house felt quieter.Less like an empire.More like a farewell.The nurses had wheeled Richard Rodrigo through those same double doors just hours earlier. Against the advice of every doctor, every specialist, every desperate voice pleading for a few more days of monitored care, he had signed his own discharge.He wanted to die at home.Not in a bed surrounded by machines.Avery stepped into the foyer with careful footsteps. There was no music. No bustle of staff. Just the soft echo of her heels against marble and the weight of time pressing in from every corner.Justin was already waiting near the staircase. He gave her a quiet nod.“He’s in the garden,” he said. “With Shane.”She handed him her coat and walked without speaking.Outside, the

Chapter 46 The message came just before midnight.Three words. No punctuation. No flourish.Come to dinner.Tamer stared at the screen of his phone, the glow of it pale against the dark of his apartment. He was still dressed from the evening—tie undone, shirt sleeves rolled up, a half-finished glass of whiskey warming on the edge of the coffee table.He read the message again.Then a third time.No explanation. No date or time or place. But he understood. He didn’t need details. He knew where she meant.Rodrigo Manor.He leaned back in his armchair, exhaling slowly as the gravity of it settled around him. It wasn’t just a dinner. It was a test. An invitation into a world she’d kept sealed even after she said yes to his proposal.This wasn’t about business.It wasn’t even about strategy.This was personal.And it rattled him.He had played the long game with Avery Rodrigo, never once expecting it would be easy—but always assuming he held the upper hand. He was the one pretending. He w