All Chapters of The Goddess of Divorce Made Me His Boss : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Vanya POVI stood in my penthouse apartment holding the latest bouquet of white roses Richmond had sent, reading the note he had written in his careful handwriting: "Thank you for giving me the chance to earn back your trust. I will spend every day proving that my love for you is real. - Richmond"It was the fifteenth bouquet he had sent in three weeks, along with handwritten letters, thoughtful gifts, and invitations to dinner that he never pressured me to accept. He was courting me properly this time, with complete honesty about who he was and what he could offer.But forgiveness wasn't as simple as receiving flowers and apologies.Every time I looked at Richmond, I saw both the man I had fallen in love with and the man who had lied to me for months. I saw the humble restaurant worker who had listened to my dreams and supported my ambitions, but I also saw the billionaire who had let me worry about money while he could have solved all my problems with a single phone call."Ms. Reed,

Nina Fernandez POVI sat in my living room holding a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, staring at the invitation to Richmond and Vanya's engagement party that had arrived in the morning mail. The elegant cream-colored card was beautiful, but all I could think about was how I had almost destroyed their relationship with my well-intentioned matchmaking."Mrs. Fernandez, your son is here," my housekeeper announced as Richmond walked into the room carrying a bouquet of my favorite white orchids."Hello, Mother," he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek. "You look troubled. What's wrong?""I've been thinking about Vanya and how badly I handled the situation when I tried to introduce you two," I said honestly. "Richmond, I had no idea you were already in love with her when I arranged that dinner."Richmond sat down across from me, his expression gentle but serious. "Mother, you couldn't have known. I never told you I was seeing anyone, and I certainly never told you her name.""But I

Richmond POVI sat alone at the corner table in the same restaurant where Vanya and I had shared our first lunch together eighteen months ago, checking my watch and trying to calm my nerves. The small velvet box in my jacket pocket felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, and my hands were shaking despite my attempts to stay composed.Everything about this moment was deliberate. The same restaurant, the same table, even the same waiter who had served us that first day when I was pretending to be a humble restaurant worker and she was a newly divorced woman trying to rebuild her life.But this time, there would be no lies between us. No deception about who I was or what I could offer her. Just complete honesty and the hope that she would choose to spend the rest of her life with the man I really was."Mr. Fernandez, Ms. Reed has arrived," the hostess announced, and I stood up to greet the woman I had been in love with since the moment I saw her defending my mother from harassment in a sh

Elena POVI sat in my eight-by-ten prison cell at the Federal Correctional Institution in Texas, staring at the newspaper article about Vanya Reed's engagement to Richmond Fernandez. The photo showed them at some charity gala, looking radiant and successful, surrounded by Sacramento's elite who were celebrating their upcoming wedding."The couple plans to establish a fifty-million-dollar endowment for domestic violence survivors," the article read. "Ms. Reed's Goddess Foundation has already helped over fifteen thousand women escape abusive relationships and achieve financial independence."I crumpled the newspaper and threw it across my cell, but the gesture felt hollow and meaningless. No amount of anger could change the fact that the woman I had tried to destroy was now more successful and respected than I had ever been."Westbrook, you have a visitor," the guard announced, unlocking my cell door.I followed him to the visitor room, expecting to see one of my few remaining lawyers.

Vanya POVI stood at the altar in the rose garden at Richmond's estate, wearing my grandmother's antique necklace over a wedding dress I had designed myself, looking into the eyes of the man I was about to marry. Three hundred guests filled the white chairs arranged across the perfectly manicured lawn, but all I could see was Richmond's face glowing with the same love and admiration I felt for him."Dearly beloved," the minister began, "we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Richmond Fernandez and Vanya Reed, two people who have found in each other the courage to love completely and the strength to build something beautiful together."I thought about how far I had traveled from the broken woman who had caught her husband cheating in a hospital room five years ago. That woman had accepted abuse as love and betrayal as normal. The woman standing at this altar had built a business empire, survived a criminal conspiracy, and learned that true love supports your strength ins