All Chapters of Billionaire Heiress is Divorcing Her Husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"You're absolutely right, Kathleen," Ava began, her voice carrying clearly through the dining room. "Reputation does matter tremendously."She turned to face the room, making eye contact with as many women as possible."So let me share my reputation with all of you. Yes, I was married to Ethan McQueen for five years. During those five years, I was dismissed, belittled, and treated as an inconvenience by a man who never bothered to learn who I really was."Gloria Holbrook leaned forward slightly, her expression attentive rather than judgmental."I endured years of neglect and verbal abuse because I believed marriage meant fighting for love, even when that fight was entirely one-sided. I lost a baby due to stress and trauma from my marriage, and my husband didn't even visit me in the hospital."Gasps and murmurs of sympathy spread through the room. Several women looked shocked, others angry, but not at Ava."When

David's smile lingered as he watched Ava's silhouette disappear up the grand staircase, her hand trailing along the polished banister. Only when her footsteps faded into silence did the warmth drain from his features leaving behind a mask of barely concealed rage.He stood up from the seat and marched gravely in the dlmly lit passage towards his study, each step measured and deliberate. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind him loud in the silence of the hall.The study enveloped him in familiar shadows. Moonlight filtered through tall windows, casting shadows on his set face. David's fingers found the wall switch, and warm light flooded the room, illuminating his sanctuary of power—floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, oil paintings of stern-faced ancestors, and the massive mahogany desk that had belonged to his father.Papers lay scattered across the desk's surface in neat, organized stacks. David's eyes fixed on the topmost document, its bold letterhead catching the lamplight. His jaw tig

Victoria's fingers trembled as she smoothed her dress, She forced her hands to steady. The living room seemed to blur around her, every breath echoing in the suffocating silence."The light played tricks?" Her voice came out steady, controlled. A perfect tinge of restraint. She gave a bark of laughter. "How interesting, very interesting."Phoebe cleared her throat, her jewelry jingling as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glaring at Ethan.'This foolish child, how could he be so insensitive!' "Victoria, darling perhaps I should...""Oh Phoebe, I'm alright." Victoria's smile never wavered, but something sharp glinted in her eyes. "Please I don't mind it. I'm sure Ethan has had a long day. Haven't you, darling?"Ethan's hand fell to his side, hw closed his eyes, willing the headache coming on to recede. "Victoria, I didn't mean...""Haha, of course, of course you didn't." She moved toward him with measured steps, each on

Victoria sat in her corner office at McQueen gallery, her slender fingers scrolling through posts on her tablets, a slight smile playing on her lips as headlines scrolled past: /"Genius Curator V Strikes Again!" "McQueen Gallery's Guardian Angel!" "The Midas Touch of Victoria!"/She giggled as she swiped through each post.It's been three days now since McQueen gallery had held it's Exhibition and the topic was still drawing discussions.Everyone was praising Victoria's genius and calling her a guardian fairy of McQueen group she was particularly ecstatic as she saw that the posts not only talked about the recent exhibition, but other events she had done to bring McQueen prestige up.Other than that, the traffic Victor Odolo was getting was also noteworthy.Though there were negative comments sprinkled here and there, they were too few to matter.One that has caught her eye before it got buried in the sea of congratulatory and positive comments was a comment about Victor being a fugit

The very building of McQueen industries headquarters seem to gleam, the walls were beautiful, the floors shiny the faces of the employees plump. The building hummed with an energy that had been absent for months, the employees walked with spring in their steps, their conversations peppered with laughter instead of complaints. One week has passed since the exhibition one week of good rest and sleep turning the formerly deep eyed from lack of sleep employees into the bright eyed ones that roamed the hallways chattering happily looking like they could take on anything and everything. This light-heartedness spread throughout the hallways seeming to settle on every employee irrespective of their position evidence in the wide smiles the board members were spotting as they took their seats in the boardroom, as Ethan watched, his jaw tightening with every guffaw. Ethan scanned the faces of everyone in the room. There was Gary the head of McQueen constructions, his mouth split open i