Semua Bab The First Wife’s Revenge : Bab 51 - Bab 58

The boardroom was so quiet. A cold place, sharp edges and hard light. Ethan moved like he owned every corner of it, his voice deep and commanding as he explained the numbers glowing on the wide screen.“Q3 projections are strong,” he said, tapping the chart. “Expansion is possible. We survived worse storms than this. What matters now is loyalty, trust in this room. If we fracture, the company dies.”His presence filled the space, the way it always did. Ethan Henderson, never looked weak. He never bent.Olivia sat near the end of the long polished table, her hands clasped tight in her lap. Her wedding band cut into her finger from how hard she was squeezing. She hated these meetings. She hated the way the board members glanced at her, then away, as if she were only furniture in Ethan’s shadow.But today something was different. She could feel it. The air felt thicker, heavier. The people around the table weren’t leaning in with respect. They weren’t listening. Their eyes flickered like

The holding facility didn’t look like a prison. Not on the surface. It was too clean, too clinical. White walls stretched endlessly down long corridors, lined with steel doors. Cameras followed every step, their small red lights blinking like unblinking eyes. Olivia felt them burning into her back as the guard led her deeper inside.Her heels echoed in the silence. She hadn’t slept. She hadn’t eaten more than a bite of toast in the last thirty six hours. But she walked tall. She had to.The guard stopped at the final door, pressed a code, and it clicked open.“Ten minutes,” he said flatly.She nodded, even as her stomach twisted.The door opened, and there was Ethan.He sat on the edge of the cot, head in his hands, his suit rumpled, his once, commanding presence dimmed under the fluorescent light. He looked up when she entered, his eyes bloodshot but blazing.“Olivia.” His voice cracked with desperation. He stood quickly, stumbling toward her, stopped only by the invisible weight of

The office smelled of static and fear. Olivia sat before three screens, the video looping again and again, her, entering the company vault at 2:14 a.m., her hair pulled back, her own coat on her shoulders, her own hand pressing her keycard to the door scanner.Every time she watched it, her breath hitched. Her movements looked deliberate, confident. She even turned to look straight into the camera and smiled.The video was clean. Too clean.She’d never been there. Not that night. Not at that hour. She remembered falling asleep on her couch with papers on her lap, exhaustion swallowing her whole. Or had she?The IT head, Martin, stood beside her desk, hands jammed into his pockets. His face stayed neutral, but his eyes didn’t meet hers.“It’s real, Mrs, Henderson ,” he said. “Metadata checks out. No signs of tampering. Timestamp, location, access logs… everything matches.”Olivia turned to him. “You’re saying I broke into my own company vault.”“I’m saying… someone using your card did.

The morning came gray and cold, the kind of light that makes the city feel hollow. Olivia hadn’t slept. She sat in her office with a mug of untouched coffee and Ethan’s blood stained wedding ring on her desk. It glimmered in the weak light like something alive.The headlines were already spinning online: ETHAN HENDERSON UNDER INVESTIGATION. CEO’S WIFE UNDER SCRUTINY.Her assistant, Cara, entered quietly. “They’ve called another board meeting. Everyone’s waiting.”Olivia didn’t look up. “Who called it?”“Hayes.”That name tasted sour in her mouth. Hayes, the man who’d offered sympathy, who had told her don’t let them make you doubt yourself.She slipped the ring into her pocket and stood. “Tell them I’m on my way.”The corridors of the top floor felt colder than usual. Glass walls reflected her image, pale skin, dark circles, eyes that no longer looked sure of anything. She passed employees whispering near the elevators. Conversations stopped when she looked their way.When she entered