All Chapters of After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Hannah’s POV:If someone had told me when this nightmare started that the hardest part of my battle to reclaim my family’s company would be sneaking into Uncle Chen’s house dressed as a maid, I would have laughed—maybe even waved them off—but definitely not believed it. And yet, here I was, crouching in the dim light under a heavy mahogany table, heart pounding like a drum, praying that the floor wouldn’t betray me.The whole thing began with Mr. August.The hardest shareholder to win over.Chen’s grip on him wasn’t just financial or legal, it was personal, deeply personal. He had a video, damning, humiliating of Mr. August cheating on his wife. Something no one in his circle knew about, and certainly not something he wanted the world to see. Chen was using it like a guillotine hanging over his head.I sat with Adam and Josh in Josh’s living room, our usual war room, the weight of this problem pressing down on us.“How do you get someone to stand up to a blackmailer when they’re scare

Hannah’s POVBy the time I finally sat in the quiet of my office one morning and looked at the mountain of folders stacked neatly on my desk, I knew we were ready.For weeks, I had planned the case for court with Adam's lawyer, Mr Peterson who would be representing us. Uncle Chen thought he was in control. But now, with most of the shareholders firmly standing behind me and enough evidence gathered from the flash drive, the bugged laptop, and the investigations Adam’s team had helped run, the feeling in my chest wasn’t fear anymore.It was certainty.I picked up my phone and called our lawyer.“Mr. Peterson,” I said, my voice steady, not even a tremor betraying the storm inside me. “Let's do this.”There was a pause on the other end, then a calm breath. “Alright, Hannah. Let’s take Chen to court.”**The courthouse loomed like a monument to judgment—gray stone walls, tall columns, and doors that looked like they had swallowed both the innocent and the guilty for decades. But I didn’

Hannah’s POVThe morning of the party arrived with a strange mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in my stomach.I stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, smoothing down my dress, staring at my reflection as if I were looking at a stranger. Six months ago, I had nothing but pain and anger in my eyes. Now there was something new. Strength. Quiet confidence.From my bedroom window, I could already see the compound coming alive. Strings of lights were being hung across the lawn like glowing veins, white and gold ribbons fluttering in the soft morning breeze. The decorators Dad had hired were putting finishing touches to the set up for the party.The house smelled of polish and flowers. Mom had insisted on fresh lilies in every corner. The scent filled the halls, light and clean, a sharp contrast to the stale air of grief we had lived in for months.Downstairs, Bryce was pacing the living room.“Why are there so many chairs?” he asked Micheal. “Is the entire city coming?”Micheal

Hannah’s POVThe hospital corridor felt colder than any place I had ever been.It wasn’t just the air-conditioning—it was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and refused to leave. The white walls were too bright, the lights too harsh, as if the building itself was indifferent to the storm tearing us apart inside. The smell of antiseptic burned my nostrils, making my head ache, my stomach churn.Dad was in surgery.Those words kept replaying in my mind like a broken recording. Dad is in surgery. Dad is in surgery. Dad is in surgery.Adam sat beside me, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders. I don’t even remember when I started crying. All I know is that I couldn’t stop. My chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself, my breaths coming out in short, painful gasps that didn’t feel like enough oxygen to keep me alive.Mom paced the length of the waiting room, wringing her hands until her fingers turned pale. Bryce sat with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor as

Hannah’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the light.It wasn’t the warm glow of chandeliers or the soft gleam of sunlight through silk curtains like in the bridal shop. This light was harsh, blinding, sterile. It pressed against my eyelids like a command.Wake up.I tried to turn my head, but even that small movement made the world tilt violently. My eyes fluttered open and all I saw was white—white ceiling, white walls, the blurred outline of machines humming somewhere close by.Hospital.The realization came slowly, like my brain was wading through thick mud.I inhaled, the scent of antiseptic filling my lungs, and then I heard a familiar voice.“Hannah?”I turned my head to the side, and there he was.Adam sat beside the bed, his eyes rimmed red, his fingers wrapped tightly around mine as if he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he had run his hands through it one too many times, and his jaw was clenched in that way he got when he was