All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sophia’s POVThere was something chilling about hearing your enemy articulate your weaknesses like he’d studied them under a microscope.“She’s emotional. All I have to do is isolate her, discredit her support system…”His voice echoed in my head like static behind every thought. Calculated. Detached. Certain. He wasn’t guessing; he knew. He’d been planning this long before our paths crossed publicly.I stood at the edge of our penthouse balcony, wind curling around my shoulders, city lights stretching beneath me like a vast, breathing organism. Somewhere out there, Nathan Carter was watching, waiting for us to flinch. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.Alex stepped beside me. “Julian’s in place. The files will drop at 6 a.m. sharp—across three continents, twenty-four platforms. No one will be able to stop the spread.”“Good,” I said, voice tight. “Now we wait.”But waiting felt like surrender, so I turned from the balcony and went back inside. My heels clicked on the ma

Nathan’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not because I couldn’t. Because I refused.Sleep was for the uncertain. For people who thought tomorrow would bring clarity or peace. But I wasn’t one of them. I lived in the present—always watching, always recalculating. And tonight, as the air grew thick with fallout, I sat in silence and reviewed every thread of the trap I was tightening.Across the screen, the world kept burning in real-time. Markets adjusted. Executives panicked. Politicians postured. And beneath it all, the real work happened: whispers became rumors, rumors became doubt, and doubt... well, doubt had a way of eating even the most righteous from the inside out.Sophia’s rebellion was the spark.Mine would be the blaze.The intercom cracked softly. “Cassandra has completed the first contact.”“Details,” I said, my voice flat.“She reached Alex. A casual run-in. Parking garage, as projected. No threats. Just a suggestion. She asked about Prague.”I smiled to myself. That was all it took.

Sophia’s povThe waves lapped gently against the shore, a steady rhythm that echoed the slow calming of my heart. It had only been twenty-four hours since we landed, but already I felt the difference. The air was lighter, the pressure on my chest less suffocating. There were no security alerts, no intercepted messages, no screams in the middle of the night. Just the sound of Lina’s laughter and the distant cry of gulls.I stood barefoot on the wet sand, letting the water rush over my toes. The horizon stretched out endlessly, like a promise I hadn’t dared believe in until now. Behind me, Alex and Lina were building a sandcastle with a level of dedication that made me smile. She had a pink bucket clutched in her tiny hands and was directing her father like a commander on the battlefield.“You’re not packing it tight enough!” she scolded him, pouting.Alex raised his eyebrows and looked over at me helplessly. “Tough crowd.”I laughed and walked over, crouching beside them. “She gets it

Alex’s POVI stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands clenched in tight fists as I tried to pretend I wasn’t listening, but I was. Every sound from upstairs filtered through to me—Lina’s giggle, Sophia’s choked silence, and the sound of something unspoken being passed between them.This was the part no one ever prepared you for. The waiting, the helplessness, the knowledge that, even with all the resources, weapons, and plans we had, none of it could protect the one thing Sophia loved most and right now, she was doing what she hated most—letting go, for Lina’s safety, for the war she knew was coming.When I finally heard the soft click of the door closing upstairs, I took a deep breath and backed away from the base of the stairs, just enough to not look like I was eavesdropping. I didn’t want Sophia to think I didn’t trust her strength.She came down a few minutes later, face pale and eyes red-rimmed, but her jaw was set. That quiet fury she carried like armor was back in place, and I

Chloe's POVThe house was too quiet now, and I hated it. The silence screamed louder than any insult Nathan had ever thrown my way. It was the silence of being discarded. Forgotten.No, I wasn’t going to sit here and lick my wounds. I was done playing the desperate, neglected wife.I wrapped myself in a plush towel and stepped out of the bathroom. The air in the bedroom was still thick with the scent of my frustration, of what I thought would make me feel better. But that ache inside me had nothing to do with sex—it was power. I wanted control again. I wanted to make Nathan feel what he made me feel. Helpless. Small. Replaceable.Not anymore.I dressed quickly, pulling on a dark green silk robe and strapping my heels without a second thought. I moved with purpose, my eyes scanning the space like a predator awakening. If Nathan wanted a war, I’d give him one. The difference between us? I planned mine.I marched to the small safe tucked behind one of the bookcases. Nathan always thought