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Regarding that front desk staff issue, I told HR to deal with it. If there really was any rude behavior, they’d know exactly what to do.At the same time, I got a letter from the court—a formal notification asking the divorce and to confirm our marital status.Of course I don’t agree to the divorce. So I just tossed those papers aside. I’ll drag this out for as long as I can. Time’s on my side.Meanwhile, the contract for the bar was finalized. I gave it a quick once-over—looked good and told my assistant to get Francie to sign it.The bar was originally a joint venture between Francie and his friend Jett. I had someone go chat with Jett—just hinted at a few “collab opportunities” and the guy folded like paper. No hesitation. Sold his friend out on the spot.He handed over his proxy rights for his shares, which meant I now had full control over that investment.It was just a $200K deal—basically pocket change to me. I didn’t want to resort to this, but I just wanted a way to get Emily

When I saw her standing next to another man, jealousy twisted me into someone I barely recognized. I snapped—I said things I didn’t mean, lashed out just to pull her attention back to me. I just wanted Emily to look at me again.She frowned, lips parted, but no words came. I pressed again, reminding her that we weren’t even officially divorced yet. She was still my legal wife!The air turned ice-cold between us, and just then, Amelia came out from the nurse’s room, all bandaged up. That’s when I remembered—she’d said she was hurt too.I glanced over. Her hands, her knees… she looked like she’d been through hell. She gave me a tearful look, saying she'd gotten hurt trying to save Emily.Whether it was true or not, I didn’t understand how Emily could just walk away without saying a word. She didn’t explain a thing, didn’t clear up the situation.So I stopped her.Before Emily could speak, Theo cut in, turning on Amelia: "Helped? Or pushed?"I froze. What were they even talking about? Th

That damn Theo. Just 'cause he’s standing next to Emily, he suddenly thinks he’s got the right to tell me what to do? He had the audacity to warn me—said if I really cared about her, I should back off.Bullshit. Emily and I were finally talking, really talking, and he had to stick his nose in. Obviously, he doesn’t wanna see us patch things up. He's got his own agenda.I clenched my jaw, veins pulsing in my forehead, holding back my rage, “I just want to talk to Emily. I’ve got zero interest in what anyone else has to say.”Emily stayed silent, just let that guy run his mouth—calling me irresponsible, saying I couldn’t even handle my ex properly, and that I should be ashamed of myself.Emily, fine—she can say that. But him? Who the hell is he? And the way she just stood there, not saying a word to stop him—I lost it.I stared at her. “Did you ever believe me, even once? ”She brought up Amelia again—said we were too close, said I was still lying to myself, letting Amelia stir shit in

She panicked—said she didn’t want my money, just the studio. Said it was her life’s work, her passion. Then she tried to play the feelings card, told me how obvious her love for me was, and that there’s no way I hadn’t felt it.When I told her to shut it, she dropped a fucking bomb—said she was pregnant with my child.My first instinct? I laughed it off. No way. But then… my eyes couldn’t stop flicking back to the report in her hand. She’s… actually pregnant?My brain went to war with itself. Logically, I knew the odds of that kid being mine were low. Unless she did something insane—what, stole my sperm somehow? My mind started spiraling through the most far-fetched, messed-up possibilities.Right then, my mother, Sadie, barged in. As if things weren’t chaotic enough already. I glared—who the hell let her in?And just like that, she went off—on both me and Amelia. I wasn’t even thinking about the paternity issue anymore. All I could focus on was how pale Amelia suddenly looked, how sh

The first week of being locked in, I tried every damn way I could think of to get out of the house. But the security was airtight. Even the house staff had been swapped out for a whole new batch. The butler who’d been with me for years? Fired—thanks to my mother.I was pissed. I trashed stuff. Let all my rage fly.But no matter what I did, the staff and the guards were like robots—zero response, just cleaned up the mess expressionless, like nothing happened. Every time I woke up, the house looked exactly the same. Like nothing had ever been broken.I hated it. It felt like being dragged back to the days when I was powerless under her control. I’d worked so hard for years to get out from under her thumb. And now? She "politely removed" me from the CEO position, andI was right back where I started.The frustration and anxiety were constant. I tried not to think about how I’d lost everything in just a few short months—everything I thought was mine. My wife who used to love me, the baby w