Semua Bab RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The glow from six television screens bathed Mona and Alexander in cold blue light. Their penthouse media room was designed for entertainment, movies, sports, music, but lately, it had become a war room where they monitored the destruction of the Caldwell empire in real time.Every major news channel covered the same story: hundreds of former Caldwell employees protesting outside the family mansion, demanding the severance pay they'd been denied. The cameras panned across faces twisted with anger and fear, many holding handmade signs detailing decades of loyal service now rewarded with nothing."Thirty-two years," one man said into a reporter's microphone, his weathered face a map of disappointment. "I gave them my youth, my back, my knees. And they gave me a piece of paper saying 'sorry, we're restructuring.'"Mona leaned forward, something shifting uncomfortably in her chest. This wasn't just about the Caldwells anymore. The splash damage from their revenge was hitting people who had

The Caldwell mansion felt like a mausoleum. Half-packed boxes littered the marble floors. Priceless artwork had been removed from the walls, leaving ghostly rectangles of unfaded paint. The grand piano sat draped in a protective cover, tagged for auction. Even the air smelled different, musty, abandoned, a house that knew its owners were leaving.Samuel sat alone in what remained of the living room, surrounded by the skeletal remains of their former life. The antique furniture was gone, seized by creditors. The Persian rugs had been rolled up and taken away that morning. All that remained was a single chair, a side table, and the television that no one had bothered to claim yet.The bottle of whiskey at his feet was almost empty. He hadn't bothered with a glass.The television blared, its volume unnecessarily loud in the empty space. Samuel stared at the screen, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the smiling face of his ex-wife."Breaking news this afternoon as Mona Kane, wife of billionaire

Chapter 65Morning light filtered through the half-empty Caldwell mansion. The family gathered in what remained of their dining room, seated around a folding table borrowed from the gardener's shed.Samuel stared blankly at the wall, his bloodshot eyes evidence of another sleepless night. Lora sat beside him, shoulders hunched. Richard Caldwell occupied the third chair, gripping his cane with white knuckles.They had been waiting an hour for Emily, who had disappeared the previous evening without explanation. The bank representatives would come at two to finalize the foreclosure."She's abandoning us," Lora whispered. "She's found some wealthy friend and left us to face the final humiliation alone.""Mother wouldn't do that," Samuel defended, though his tone lacked conviction.The front door opened and closed. Emily appeared in the doorway, looking unexpectedly refreshed in a crisp navy suit, her hair and makeup impeccable."Good, you're all here," she said, surveying the gathering."

Chapter 67The morning newspaper landed on the Caldwell breakfast table with a thud that seemed to echo through the half-empty mansion. Emily, already dressed for the day in a navy suit that had seen better days, glanced up from her tea with annoyance. The household staff had been reduced to a single maid and a part-time gardener, and neither seemed to understand the concept of a quiet entrance."Is it too much to ask for a peaceful breakfast?" she muttered, reaching for the paper.Then the headline caught her eye, and the teacup froze halfway to her lips."TERMINATED CALDWELL WORKERS FILE CLASS-ACTION LAWSUIT: 500 FORMER EMPLOYEES SEEK UNPAID SEVERANCE AND DAMAGES"The china cup slipped from her fingers, shattering on the table and sending tea splashing across the newspaper. Emily didn't notice. Her eyes remained fixed on the headline, visible even through the spreading stain."Samuel!" Her voice rang through the mansion. "SAMUEL!"Footsteps hurried down the hall. Samuel appeared in

Chapter 69Maya Chen's desk looked like a battlefield. Stacks of documents, newspaper clippings, and hastily scrawled notes covered nearly every inch of the wooden surface. Three empty coffee cups formed a line at the edge, marking the hours she'd spent without leaving her chair. Her computer screen glowed in the dim light of her apartment, the only real source of illumination as evening settled over the city.She pushed her dark-rimmed glasses up on her nose and leaned back, stretching arms that had gone stiff from typing. The wall beside her desk told its own story - a collage of photos, headlines, and sticky notes connected by red string. At the center hung a large photograph of the Caldwell family, taken at some gala before their recent troubles. Their smiling faces seemed to mock her from behind glass.The laptop chimed with an incoming email. Another document from her source inside the courthouse - records of the latest lawsuit filed against Caldwell Industries by former employe