All Chapters of RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK: Chapter 161 - Chapter 167

The boardroom was silent, the air thick with anticipation. I stood at the head of the table, a stack of documents before me, each page a testament to the corruption that had infiltrated the Consortium."Thank you all for convening on such short notice," I began, my voice steady. "What I'm about to present is deeply troubling, but it is imperative that we address it head-on."I distributed the dossiers, watching as each board member absorbed the contents. The evidence was irrefutable: financial discrepancies, unauthorized transactions, and a clear trail leading back to Dr. Alaric Voss.Dr. Voss shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his usual composure faltering. "These allegations are baseless," he declared. "A smear campaign orchestrated to discredit me."I met his gaze. "The data speaks for itself, Dr. Voss. This isn't about personal vendettas; it's about the integrity of our organization."The room erupted into a flurry of discussions, some members expressing shock, others demanding im

Back in New York, the air felt different. Harsher, faster, less forgiving. Geneva had been the battlefield; this was the proving ground.The Consortium headquarters stood like a monolith of purpose—clean glass and ethical ambition. For all its steel and stone, I now saw it as something alive, something fragile. Reputation, after all, was a heartbeat away from a flatline.Jeff and I stepped into the lobby side-by-side. He was on the phone with our Lagos office, his voice even and calm. I scanned the reception area—every corner still bore the weight of recent weeks. Murmured greetings. Quick glances. That subtle caution in the eyes of people not yet sure if they could trust again.We were rebuilding, yes—but some walls take longer to mend than others.“Demi,” a voice called from across the atrium.It was Ava Rhee, our new Director of Global Partnerships. She was brisk, smart as hell, and direct in a way I admired.“We have a situation,” she said. “You might want to take this in your off

The late October chill swept across Geneva, crisp and biting, yet oddly refreshing. It reminded me that change was in the air—an echo of everything we had endured and the path that lay ahead.I sat on the edge of the rooftop terrace of our office building, legs curled beneath me, a mug of chamomile tea nestled in my hands. The city glimmered below—traffic lights blinking in rhythm, pedestrians bustling in coats and scarves, unaware of the battle we’d just come through. I had just sent out the final report on the Consortium’s internal reforms—a long, grueling document that would, hopefully, mark a new chapter for our organization.Behind me, I heard the gentle creak of the rooftop door. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.Jeff.He was the only one who didn’t hesitate to find me when I needed air. Somehow, he always knew when to follow—when silence wasn’t enough.“You left the lights on in your office,” he said gently, joining me on the bench. “I figured you’d be up here.”

The Manila heat clung to my skin like a second layer of guilt. I stood on the rooftop of our regional office, watching the sun slowly sink beneath the jagged skyline, trying to make sense of everything.Jeff’s proposal still echoed in my mind—raw, unexpected, but somehow perfectly timed. “I want to do life with you,” he had said. Even in the chaos, he remained constant. My anchor.I turned as he stepped onto the roof behind me, his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, the soft thud of his steps grounding me.“You’ve been up here for an hour,” he said gently.“I needed to breathe.”He joined me at the ledge, our shoulders brushing. “I know it’s a lot. But you don’t have to carry it alone, Demi.”“I keep thinking—what if I missed something?” I confessed. “What if this breach wasn’t just negligence, but part of something bigger? What if it goes beyond Rachel?”Jeff looked out at the city, his jaw tight. “I’ve been running background checks, cross-referencing activity logs. You’re righ