Lahat ng Kabanata ng RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter 71Maya Chen clutched her bag tighter as she entered Caldwell Tower. Once buzzing with life, the marble lobby now felt hollow. Empty. Just like the company's promises to its workers."Ms. Chen? Mr. Caldwell will see you now."The elevator ride to the top floor gave Maya time to steady her nerves. For weeks, she'd dug through the Caldwells' dirty laundry. Now she'd face Samuel himself.He stood by the window, gazing at Boston Harbor, a king surveying his crumbling kingdom."Ms. Chen." His smile never reached his eyes. "Welcome to what's left of the Caldwell empire."Maya took him in expensive suit hanging loose, dark circles under bloodshot eyes. The family's fall from grace had clearly taken its toll."Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Caldwell.""Samuel, please." He motioned to a chair. "Water?"As he poured, Maya noted the empty spaces on the walls where artwork had hung, likely sold off to cover mounting debts."My lawyers advised against this," Samuel said, settling into his c

Chapter 73Mona sat alone, a cup of coffee growing cold beside her as she stared at the newspaper spread before her. Her fingers traced the headline: "EMPIRE OF LIES: THE CORRUPT BUSINESS PRACTICES OF CALDWELL INDUSTRIES."Maya Chen's article filled the front page and continued for three more inside. The journalist had done what Mona once thought impossible, exposed the Caldwells' decades of wrongdoing for the entire world to see.Mona's phone buzzed with another notification. She'd lost count of how many people had sent her links to the story since it broke at dawn. Yet unlike the warm satisfaction she had expected to feel, Mona found herself caught in a storm of conflicting emotions.She read the section about employee pension funds again, picturing Frank Donovan's weathered face as he described his wife's illness and their lost medical coverage. The article detailed how Emily had personally authorized the transfer of these funds to offshore accounts, using the money for family vaca

Chapter 75"Twenty-one percent," Alexander murmured, eyes fixed on the financial news display. "Their stock is in free fall."Mona stood beside him, watching the numbers drop in real time. Morning sunlight flooded their penthouse, contrasting with the darkness of what they witnessed, the systematic destruction of the Caldwell empire."Did you see Samuel's interview?" she asked, sipping her coffee.Alexander smiled coldly. "I did. He couldn't have damaged his company more if he'd tried."On screen, the business anchor dissected Samuel's performance, highlighting his evasive answers, visible distress, and abrupt exit. The hashtag #CaldwellMeltdown scrolled across the bottom alongside the plummeting stock figures."He was never the strong one," Mona said distantly. "Emily would drill him before any appearance. Without her guidance, he falls apart."Alexander moved to his laptop showing a live feed of Caldwell Industries headquarters where reporters gathered in growing numbers. Security b

Chapter 77Emily stood frozen before the television in her private study, the remote control slipping from her fingers and hitting the carpet with a soft thud. On screen, Senator James Powell stood at a podium surrounded by American flags, his wife Ruth positioned carefully at his side, her hand resting on his shoulder in a show of marital solidarity."I categorically deny having any improper relationship with Emily Caldwell," Powell declared, his voice steady and assured. "Mrs. Caldwell was a business associate and nothing more. These fabricated allegations represent a desperate attempt to deflect attention from the serious ethical and legal issues facing Caldwell Industries."Emily's breath caught in her throat. Fifteen years of secret meetings, whispered promises, and private arrangements, all erased with a few carefully prepared sentences."The financial transactions in question," Powell continued, "were legitimate investments made through proper channels. My office has provided a

Chapter 79The morning sun had barely risen over Boston when a fleet of black SUVs pulled up to the Caldwell Industries headquarters. Men and women in dark suits emerged, their faces set with determination, government-issued badges glinting in the early light. Employees arriving for work stopped in their tracks, watching as the agents filed through the revolving doors with military precision.In the lobby, Melissa Porter, the newly appointed interim CEO, stood waiting. Her face betrayed no emotion as the lead agent approached."David Harrington, Securities and Exchange Commission," he announced, extending his credentials. "We have a warrant to search these premises and secure all financial records dating back fifteen years."Melissa nodded once. "We've been expecting you. The board has instructed all employees to cooperate fully."Behind Harrington, twenty agents spread out across the lobby. Some headed toward the elevators, others toward the security desk. The atmosphere grew tense a