Semua Bab Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Three weeks after the incident at the clinic, the rumors surrounding Evelyn slowly faded. The media stopped reporting, netizens moved on to a new celebrity scandal, and to the public, Evelyn was as good as gone.But behind the scenes, Evelyn hadn’t disappeared.She had risen again.Not with fiery vengeance—but with a cold smile and a new strategy that cut deeper than rage ever could.That morning at Morgan Origin…Selena opened an email from the PR team. A message from one of their major sponsors flashed on the screen.> “We are currently reviewing our partnership due to public concerns surrounding your personal reputation. Some clients believe there may have been manipulation involved in previous media campaigns.”Selena’s brows furrowed.“What is this?” she muttered.Tasha entered, looking panicked. “We’ve got a problem. One of the senior investors just canceled their meeting. And… a leaked recording of our strategy meeting from three months ago is circulating online. It's been edit

The sky over the city was still blanketed in a soft mist when the massive LED screens across downtown lit up with Evelyn’s face. Dressed in a sky-blue satin gown, she smiled serenely, her image dominating every corner of the capital’s busiest streets—introducing the newest diamond collection from Wilhart Jewellery, a subsidiary of William’s company.> “Introducing Celestia Diamonds—where elegance meets power,”Evelyn’s voice echoed through every screen.Selena had just arrived at her office when she caught sight of the screen outside her window. Her eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat. Her heartbeat surged erratically. The Wilhart logo was unmistakable. And Evelyn… Evelyn was the face of the company’s biggest launch to date.“How is this possible...?” she whispered. “Why her?”Tasha entered with a stack of documents, but paused when she saw Selena’s pale face.“Something wrong?” Tasha asked cautiously.Selena turned and pointed to the screen. “Look for yourself! That’s Willi

The soft clicking of keys filled the room as Evelyn sat alone in her workspace. Outside, a cloudy sky hung low, matching the weight in her chest. On her laptop screen, a document sat open—an empty page slowly coming to life with the words from her heart."To those who feel they have no voice…" Evelyn typed, her fingers steady, but slow.It had been several days since her first open letter went viral. Support poured in from all directions: young women who felt inspired, members of the art community who felt seen, and even public figures she had never met.But behind all the praise, she knew one thing clearly—Selena wouldn’t stay quiet.Knock. Knock.“Come in,” Evelyn called out without turning.William stepped in, carrying a cup of warm tea. His expression was serious.“You haven’t taken a break all day,” he said gently.Evelyn gave a faint smile. “I’m writing something again. Not to defend myself. But… to say something bigger.”William looked at her with hesitation. “Are you sure this

The sky over Jakarta that afternoon was gray. Amid the noisy traffic, a woman stood anxiously outside a small café in the Senopati district. Tasha clutched her bag tightly, her breath shaky as she pushed open the glass door and stepped inside.In a quiet corner of the café, Evelyn was already waiting. Dressed in a simple white blouse, with no heavy makeup, her calm aura only made Tasha more nervous.“Tasha,” Evelyn greeted her with a flat tone.Tasha sat down slowly, lowering her gaze before speaking. “Thank you... for agreeing to meet me.”Evelyn folded her arms across her chest, her expression cold. “Why now? After everything that’s happened?”Tasha took a deep breath. “Because I can’t keep pretending. Everything Selena’s done... everything I helped plan... it was wrong. And I—”“You were part of it,” Evelyn cut in. “You stayed silent when my name was dragged through the mud. You knew they were spreading fake videos, and you said nothing.”Tasha bit her lip, her eyes beginning to we

The sky over Jakarta was bright that morning. In the heart of the city, a grand convention hall stood tall, surrounded by banners that read:> “International Forum on Women and Social Change.”Inside, the atmosphere was buzzing. Media from across the globe filled the main hall, while influential women from fields like law, art, and technology exchanged greetings and conversations.But all eyes that day were on one name: Evelyn.Backstage, Evelyn sat before a mirror, dressed in a crisp white suit, wearing no extravagant jewelry. Her expression was calm, though her eyes revealed a quiet vigilance. William stood beside her, holding a folder containing her speech draft.“You’re sure you want to speak without a script?” he asked.Evelyn nodded gently. “I don’t want to sound like a politician. I just want to speak from where the real wounds are.”William looked at her carefully. “And if Selena shows up?”“Let her come,” Evelyn said firmly. “I’m not running anymore.”---Elsewhere, Selena st