All Chapters of After Divorce, I became the CEO of my Ex-Husband's Company : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ChloeI pulled my car in front of Carter Industries, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles went white.For the first time in my life, I was making a decision that didn't bear Nathan's name.A decision that would alter my existence.I had stood by him for decades, defending him, believing in him—no matter how many times I'd witnessed the devil in his eyes.Because he was my brother.Because I thought he was invincible.But I had been wrong.Nathan was not invincible. Nathan was coming apart at the seams.The newspaper headlines, the rumors on the board, the investors pulling out—everything spoke of one inescapable truth.Nathan Carter was coming apart.And I was not going down with him.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to move. I swung open the car door, stepping onto the sidewalk, my heart pounding.Carter Industries loomed before him, the building that had long been synonymous with Nathan's empire. But now, something in the air about it seemed different.Nathan's emp

NathanI had built an empire from nothing.Controlled it with an iron grip.And now, piece by piece, it was being taken from me.Chloe.The board.Even the goddamn media.It was all slipping through my fingers.I stood in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, watching the city lights flicker against the darkness. My reflection stared back at me, distorted in the glass, a mockery of the man I once was.I should be strategizing.I should be tearing Sophia apart.Instead, I was thinking about her.She had been the perfect pawn. Someone I could control, manipulate, mold into whatever suited me. But she wasn’t playing her part anymore.She was rewriting the game.My grip on the whiskey glass tightened.She had no idea who she was dealing with.The world saw Sophia as this phoenix rising from the ashes, reclaiming what was stolen from her. But they didn’t understand. They didn’t know me.I don’t lose.I don’t bow.And I sure as hell don’t let anyone—not Sophia, not

NathanI should have seen it coming.I should have known that Sophia Mitchell wouldn’t stop at just winning—she needed to obliterate me.The board’s decision to strip me of my own company should have been the end. They thought they had caged a wolf and called it victory.But they didn’t realize—I bite harder when I bleed.I stood outside Carter Industries, staring at the gleaming glass tower that no longer bore my name, no longer answered to me. The empire I built now belonged to my greatest enemy.My fingers curled into fists, my nails biting into my palm. It should have burned—losing everything I’d spent years constructing—but all I felt was a slow, dark hunger clawing inside me.A hunger for revenge.Vince stood beside me, silent, waiting. He had learned over the years that when I was this quiet, when I wasn’t punching walls or throwing glasses, it meant I was planning something far worse.Finally, I turned to him, my voice controlled. "Did you get it?"He nodded, handing me a thi

SophiaThe air inside Carter Industries felt suffocating.Tension crackled like electricity, thick and charged, pressing against my skin. The walls that once held Nathan’s power now stood under my control, yet somehow, he was still clawing at them, still trying to pull me down from the outside.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in my office, arms crossed as I watched the city below. Nathan’s smear campaign had taken root. The headlines were relentless, each one a twisted narrative designed to shake my foundation.“Mitchell’s Leadership in Question Amid Corporate Scandal”“Whispers of Corruption: Is Carter Industries in the Wrong Hands?”“Nathan Carter’s Revenge? The Battle for Carter Industries Continues”I had expected a counterattack, but Nathan had taken it to another level. This wasn’t just about tarnishing my reputation. He was trying to make the board, the investors—hell, even the employees—doubt me.Bellion entered the office, his steps measured, his expression u

SophiaThe safe house was silent.Not the quiet that calms. The quiet that suffocates.I sat on the edge of the couch in a room designed to make people forget where they are. Beige walls. No-frills lighting. Non-distinct furniture. Sterile. As if it had no recollection, no past, only a placeholder for moments like this.Moments when all seemed to balance in the scales.Alex paced, each step more aggressive than the previous one. His jaw clenched tight, the muscle pulsating along his cheek. He looked occasionally towards the windows, the door, the hallway. As if peril could slink in through the walls if we were to let our guard down for a moment.My hands were folded in my lap, the reverberation of that gunshot still buzzing through my bones. I could hear the vibration of it in my ears. The heat of Alex's body as he shoved me to the ground. Charred metal smell of gunpowder, the acrid bite of panic which had erupted on the sidewalk.But what lingered most… was the rage.Nathan had wound