Semua Bab He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Aaliyah’s POV “Aaliyah is not only my wife but also the co-host of this event. And, more importantly, allow me introduce to you all, the CEO of ELEVATIONS, the firm some of you have been so eager to partner with.” The statement had just ripped the ground out from under Aurora and Henry, and the look on their faces was worth every second of the months I spent clawing my way to this moment. Aurora’s mouth was a thin line and her eyes were wide with shock, the red of her gown suddenly garish against her paling skin. Henry looked like he’d been punched. His eyes darted between me and Orrin. Regret and humiliation—it was all there, written across their faces, and I drank it all in, satisfyingly. I stepped forward and spoke with icy precision. “You’ve made quite the spectacle tonight. Throwing wine, hurling insults—it’s classy, really. Now you owe me an apology. Or would you prefer to be escorted out? I’m sure my security would be happy to assist.” The room went deathly q

Henry’s POVThe sting of Aurora’s slap burned across my cheek, a pain that was nothing compared to the humiliation that followed. The sound of her hand meeting my face echoed in the hall like a gunshot.I stood frozen, my head still turned from the force of the blow, my heart pounding as the weight of the moment crashed over me. Aurora had always been a bitch—her venom, her need to control, her relentless ambition were nothing new—but this? Laying her hands on me in front of this elite crowd, with cameras flashing and whispers rising like a tide? I hadn’t seen it coming. My hand lifted to my cheek, the skin hot under my fingers, and I raised my head, meeting a sea of stares—some shocked, some pitying, some gleefully recording the spectacle for the world to dissect later.And then my eyes found Aaliyah. She stood there with her lips curved into a wicked smile then she lifted her hand to cover it with the back of her palm.Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, with a cold, triumphant

Aaliyah’s POVBy the time I opened my eyes again, I was cradled in Orrin’s arms as he carried me through the newly purchased duplex we marked as our home here in New York.His cologne, woodsy and warm, enveloped me, and my gaze drifted to his face, the sharp line of his jaw shadowed in the dim light. My heart skipped, a flutter of heat spreading through my chest as I realized I was staring, drinking in every angle of him like some lovesick teenager.“Hey, Firecracker,” his lips twitched into a teasing smile as he caught my gaze. “You’re awake.”I flushed, the heat creeping up my neck, and swatted his chest. “Why did you let me stare at you like a freak?” I muttered, my voice thick with embarrassment and the lingering buzz of the champagne.He chuckled as he carried me into our bedroom with the door clicking shut behind us. “Because it’s cute. And I like it when you look at me like that.”He set me down on the bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, and I felt a jolt of awareness

Henry’s POV“Smith Enterprises CEO Slapped by Wife in Public Meltdown!”“Aaliyah Hayes Humiliates Henry Smith at Gala!” “Aurora Smith’s Outburst Tanks Company Stock!”The headlines had been merciless since this morning. Each one was a fresh wound to Smith Innovations’ already battered reputation.I sat at the head of the table in the boardroom which seemed like a battlefield with the air thick with tension and the bitter aftertaste of failure. My jaw tightened and my hands clasped to hide the tremor in my fingers. The board members’ voices clashed around me, their faces a mix of anger, panic, and accusation as they tried to salvage what was left of our image.“Sir, we’re bleeding investors,” Margaret, my assistant, said, her voice low as she leaned down to speak to my hearing only. “The stock’s down twelve percent since those videos hit the internet. We need a plan, and we need it fast, Sir.”Mike, the CFO with a bald head glinting under the fluorescent lights as he waved a tablet

Henry’s POVMy heart pounded in my chest when I heard her voice. My grip tightened on the phone as I stood in my office, the frozen image of her running from the scene of my betrayal still showing on the computer screen. I was surprised, curious, and nervous all at once. My mind was scrambling to make sense of why she’d reach out now. Was it about the partnership? Or a chance to gloat? Or something else entirely? My throat was dry and my voice caught somewhere between an apology and a plea, unsure where to start.“Aaliyah,” I managed to say hoarsely, barely recognizable. “I… I didn’t expect you to call. I—”“I’ll make this fast,” she cut in briskly with that same edge of control she’d wielded last night. “I want to meet you. Just you and me. I’ll text you the time and place.”My breath caught, a rush of hope and dread flooding me.Just us? Her silence after that statement gave me intuition that she'd end the call so before she could, I blurted, “Wait!” My voice cracked, and I w