Semua Bab It's Pay Back Time, My Ex-Husband!: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sophia sat in the coffee shop, staring at the tablet screen in front of her. The words in the article seemed almost too good to be true— Julian Sebastian’s Company Facing Financial Ruin because of scammers She blinked, reading it again, the sensation of triumph is bubbling within her chest. There it was, right in front of her: undeniable proof that everything she had suspected was coming to light. The rumors about his company’s financial troubles had been real, and she liked how karma came too fast, the kind problem that could ruin that man—and everything he had worked for. "Finally. It’s happening. It’s really happening," she whispered. The screen blurred momentarily as her fingers trembled. She leaned back in her chair, almost tasting the sweet irony of it all. The once-untouchable Julian Sebastian, the man who thought he could do whatever he pleased, was now facing the consequences of his own greed, his lies, and his arrogance. "Looks like fate’s finally on my side," she whisp

“You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking, Sophia?” “You can’t be serious, Dad!” She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the table. “Why would I save that man? After everything he’s done to me?” Her father sighed. “Because it’s the smart thing to do.” “Smart?” Sophia almost laughed “This isn’t business strategy; it’s personal. He humiliated me, betrayed me, and now you want me to swoop in like some savior?” “I’m not asking you to save him,” her father replied, his tone measured. “I’m asking you to save yourself.” She froze, her breath catching. “What are you talking about?” “If his company collapses,” her father began, “There will be a ripple effect. Debts unpaid, assets tied to this estate… and, inevitably, your name dragged into the fallout. Like it or not, you’re still connected to him, he's your ex-husband.” “So this isn’t about helping Julian,” she said slowly. “It’s about a way for you to show your power.” “Sophia, this is your chance,” her f

You sold her the shares?” Vanessa’s voice trembled, there's a mix of disbelief and anger. She stood in the middle of Julian’s office, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes burned as they met his. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Julian leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, it was almost smug. “I didn’t sell them. I allowed her to buy them,” he corrected, lacing his fingers together. “There’s a difference.” Vanessa scoffed, as she kept on pacing the room. “Allowed her? Julian, she’s your ex-wife! The woman who wants to get her revenge for sure. And now you’ve handed her the reins to your company on a silver platter?” “She doesn’t have the reins,” Julian replied, his tone annoyingly even. “She owns a majority share, yes. But Sophia has no clue how to run a business like this. It’s only a matter of time before she realizes she’s in over her head.” Vanessa stopped mid-step, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. “That’s your brilliant plan?

Vanessa’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of the restaurant’s private lounge, her crimson lips set in a thin line of disdain. Sophia sat at a small table by the window, casually stirring her tea, as though she hadn’t a care in the world. Vanessa spoke first. “So, this is where you hide when you’re not busy meddling in other people’s lives?” Sophia looked up slowly, a faint smirk played on her lips. “I wasn’t hiding, Vanessa. I thought you’d appreciate my transparency.” Vanessa pulled out a chair and sat, her movements are sharp, and it's deliberate. “Cut the crap, Sophia. We both know you’re playing some game. Showing up out of nowhere, pretending to care about Julian and his business—what’s your endgame? Or should I say, your revenge plan?!” Sophia placed her spoon down delicately, her expression is now serene. “Revenge? That’s a big word, Vanessa. Why would I need revenge when Julian’s doing such a fantastic job ruining his life on his own?” Vanes

Sophia had stayed late, long after the board meeting had ended, trying to focus on the numbers in front of her. But the weight of Julian and Vanessa’s presence—especially their closeness—had been impossible to ignore. She had to push past the bitterness, keeping herself focused on the work at hand, she must keep in her mind the goal that she has. Then, just as she was about to leave, the door creaked open. Vanessa stepped inside, her heels are clicking sharply on the floor as she moved toward Sophia’s desk. Her posture was straight, too confident, and the smile she wore was anything but friendly. Sophia didn’t even look up. She didn’t want to. But Vanessa didn’t seem to care. “You know, I thought you’d be gone by now,” Vanessa said, her voice dripping with condescension. She stood just a little too close, the scent of her perfume is now filling the space between them. “I mean, after everything Julian’s done, I thought you’d want to get away from all of this. From the company,