Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ex-Wife's Secret: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

"You're making a mistake," I said, my voice steady but sharp. My gaze swept across the grand boardroom where the Westbrook Industries shareholders sat, their faces a mix of concern, skepticism, and judgment. "Removing me as CEO because of Selene's betrayal doesn't solve anything—it only weakens this company."Elias stood beside me, his jaw clenched in a way that told me he was holding back from saying something much harsher. He had fought to clear my name, and now it was my turn to fight for him."I understand that you're all shaken by the recent events," I continued. "But if there's one thing you should know about Elias Westbrook, it's that he never backs down from a challenge. He's already working tirelessly to repair the damage his sister caused. And trust me—he will succeed."An older man with silver hair and a sharp glare leaned forward. "Mrs. Lancaster, your loyalty is admirable. But loyalty doesn't erase the fact that the company's reputation is in tatters. Investors are pullin

“Elias, you’re not going in there alone,” Victoria’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere as I stood by the black SUV outside the hacker's lair—a dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of the city.“This isn’t your fight,” I said, adjusting the cuffs of my jacket though my hands were clenched into fists. “Stay here. I’ll handle it.”“You think I’m going to sit in the car like some obedient passenger?” Her eyes blazed with defiance. “After everything we’ve been through, I have just as much at stake.”“Victoria—”“No, Elias.” She stepped in front of me, her chin lifted in determination. “We do this together.”I wanted to argue, but there was no time. The hacker had left a breadcrumb trail right to this place, and I wasn’t about to lose the only lead that could dismantle Selene’s schemes once and for all.“Fine,” I relented, pulling open the warehouse door. “But stay close.”The interior was dimly lit, the smell of rust and oil hanging thick in the air. The hum of servers filled the sp

"You're telling me this forged contract has been floating around for years?" Victoria's voice cracked as she stared at the legal documents spread across the polished conference table.Elias leaned forward, his jaw tight. "Yes, and somehow, Selene managed to keep it hidden from the board and the auditors. It implicates me in an international fraud scheme I had no part in.""Unbelievable," she muttered. "How did she even pull that off?""Connections, lies, and plenty of bribes, I assume," Elias said bitterly. "That's why we're here—to dismantle this entire web she's created." He glanced at the bespectacled attorney seated across from them. "What's our next move, Richard?"Richard Morrison, the firm's sharpest legal mind, folded his hands on the table. "First, we file a motion to have this contract declared fraudulent. But be prepared—Selene has powerful allies, and they're not going to go down without a fight."Elias’s eyes darkened. "Let them come. I’m done playing their games."Victor

"You’re lying!" Elias’s voice sliced through the tense air of the courtroom. His fists clenched at the witness stand, every muscle in his body taut with barely restrained fury.The witness, a former business associate named Harold Whitaker, shifted nervously under Elias's heated glare. He tugged at the collar of his shirt before addressing the judge. "Your Honor, I have no reason to fabricate these claims. Mr. Westbrook personally instructed me to falsify financial records and funnel money into offshore accounts during his marriage to Victoria Lancaster."Gasps erupted across the room. The gallery buzzed with shocked whispers as reporters scribbled furiously on their notepads. Cameras clicked, capturing every expression of disbelief and outrage.I couldn’t stay seated. The accusations cut deeper than any dagger, twisting everything I believed about the man I once loved—and still loved. Rising to my feet, I ignored the judge’s stern glance and faced Harold."That’s a blatant lie," I sa

"All rise."The bailiff's voice boomed across the packed courtroom. My pulse thrummed in my ears as everyone stood, the air thick with tension. I clenched Elias’s hand under the table, his grip steadying me even as his jaw tensed like granite.The judge, a stern woman with silver-streaked hair and piercing eyes, took her seat. She adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat."This court has carefully reviewed all evidence presented," she began, her voice calm but authoritative. "The accusations of embezzlement and fraud against Victoria Lancaster have been thoroughly investigated and proven to be the result of a deliberate and malicious scheme orchestrated by Selene Westbrook."A murmur rippled through the room. My breath caught in my throat.Elias leaned toward me, whispering, "We did it."The judge raised her gavel. "Therefore, I find the defendant, Victoria Lancaster, not guilty of all charges. Furthermore, this court recognizes the efforts made by Mr. Elias Westbrook in exposing t