Semua Bab Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge : Bab 121 - Bab 130

"Make sure it’s done tonight. No trace.”Selena’s voice was cold as she handed an envelope thick with cash to a man in a leather jacket. Standing on the balcony of her luxury hotel suite, her face remained composed—masking the seething revenge in her heart.“Make Evelyn understand that happiness never lasts for someone like her.”---Night crept over the Tokyo skyline as a hooded figure slinked through the narrow alley behind Evelyn’s Diamond Gallery. In his hands were two gasoline bottles, and with practiced fingers, he unlocked the back door using a duplicated key.Silent as a shadow, he spread gasoline along the wooden walls and over the old carpet covering part of the floor. Then, striking a lighter, he ignited the rag stuffed into one of the bottles—a makeshift Molotov cocktail—and hurled it into the storage room.WHOOSH!Flames burst to life, devouring the racks filled with exhibition materials, dancing wildly over the stacks of cloth and wood.Five minutes later, the fire alarm

“Zoom in on that part.”Sandra pointed at the laptop screen in a cramped room filled with investigation files. Two men from her security team sat beside her, replaying the CCTV footage from the night of the fire.“The license plate is barely visible,” one of the analysts said, squinting at the grainy image. “But if we enhance the contrast…”The footage was processed. The silhouette of an old black car with a cracked tail light became clearer. On the rear right panel, a small skull-shaped sticker was visible.Sandra tensed. She recognized the symbol.“That car belongs to Tommy Watanabe. A thug-for-hire who used to work for Selena,” she said coldly.“This can’t be a coincidence anymore,” one of the investigators added. “We can start tracking him through parking logs and GPS data in the area.”Sandra stood and shut the laptop. “Proceed immediately. I want that name in an official police report within 24 hours.”---Meanwhile, at Sandra’s home—now serving as Evelyn’s temporary recovery sp

“Buildings can burn. But ideas… can’t.”Evelyn’s voice rang clear and steady in front of the large screen displaying the digital blueprint of a new diamond gallery—sleeker, more modern, more visionary.Inside the conference room at the Tokyo Design Center, dozens of journalists and investors watched her presentation with rapt attention. The gallery that had once been reduced to ashes was now being reborn—not just physically, but with a stronger foundation: technology, exclusivity, and an immersive art experience.William stood beside her, eyes sharp with conviction. “We’re bringing the legacy of diamond craftsmanship into the digital age. With maximum security and an interactive experience unlike anything Japan has seen before.”Evelyn added, “This time, no one can destroy our dream. Because we’re not building it alone.”Applause rose from several investors—some of whom had previously pulled out. The media, once skeptical, began reversing their narratives, with headlines like:"Evelyn

“Good morning, Miss Evelyn. You have a flower delivery,” said the receptionist, handing over a bouquet of white roses tied with a golden ribbon.Evelyn frowned slightly, accepting the bouquet. Tucked between the stems was a small card.Keep shining, but remember… even the brightest light can be blinded.Evelyn stared at the card for a long moment. No name, no signature—just a threat wrapped in praise. But the tone wasn’t unfamiliar. She kept the card, then whispered to Sandra, “They’ve started again.”That very day, Evelyn accelerated a meeting with her logistics team. The diamond distribution to Southeast Asia had to be reactivated—or her new gallery would be nothing more than an empty stage.---Meanwhile, at a hidden luxury restaurant in Tokyo’s business district, Clarissa sat across from a man wearing dark glasses. A laptop in front of them displayed photos of Evelyn in various locations, along with a list of her international contacts.“Give me one week,” the man said. “I’ll make

“Your mother’s full name was Amara Lestari,” said the archive officer, placing an old file with an official seal on the table. “She was originally an Indonesian citizen who became a senior jewelry designer in Japan in the early 1980s.”Evelyn stared at the name printed at the top of the aged document—her heart pounding, thoughts racing. Beside her, William held her hand tightly.“Does this file contain any immigration records, or a list of inherited assets?” William asked.The officer nodded. “There’s one particular file that was removed from public access due to legal disputes… involving Zhao Corporation.”Evelyn immediately straightened. “Zhao?”“Yes,” the officer confirmed. “In 1985, Amara Lestari filed a plagiarism lawsuit against Zhao Jewelry House… and lost.”William turned to Evelyn, eyes wide. “That’s Selena’s family company.”---That evening at Sandra’s house, Evelyn sat with red-rimmed eyes, reading a copy of Amara’s lawsuit—one that never saw justice.“They stole my mother