All Chapters of The Ex-Wife’s Mega Comeback: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Veronica leaned closer, cheeks pink with excitement. “Do you know him?” she whispered as if revealing a forbidden secret. “That’s Franklin Roth, the richest man in Atherton, CEO of Titan Capital Group.”Thelma paused mid-sip, her eyes widening the moment the name registered.“This isn’t even his kind of place,” she muttered, lowering her glass slowly. “I read last month’s business report. He was promoted to chairman of the entire Roth Empire. Officially the richest man in America. Can you believe that?”Her voice swelled with enthusiasm, spilling over into a running commentary. “And apparently he’s never had a public girlfriend, never been married. Men like that? They’re practically extinct.”Drake shifted in his seat, visibly uneasy with how starstruck she sounded. “You seem to have a crush on him,” he teased, though his smile was tight.“Every woman does,” Thelma replied without shame. “And why wouldn’t they? Franklin Roth has no scandals. Not one. He’s ruthless in business, sure, b

Dropping the microphone, she hurried after him, practically sprinting to reach the entrance before he walked out. She grabbed a handful of his tailored suit sleeve, desperate to stop him.Franklin felt irritation explode through him, sharp, immediate, uncontrollable.He yanked his arm free and shoved her hand away like it burned.“Don’t touch me,” he snapped, voice low and cold enough to frost glass. “The deal is over. Now go fuck yourself.”The entire club went dead silent. Even the speakers seemed to hold their breath.The woman, his business partner, his supposed potential collaborator, stood frozen for half a second before stumbling after him, tears already forming.“Please! Give us a chance. I’ll be better, I swear. I can be professional!”She had thought that singing, showing off her talent, her charm, would soften him, maybe help her slip past his business-only exterior and land somewhere closer to his heart.But Franklin wasn’t interested in anything outside the deal. Business

Franklin Roth was minutes away from leaving for Manhattan when something on the monthly report froze him in place.A blinking alert.A transfer of ten billion dollars.His brows pulled together instantly. He didn’t remember approving that. But the system showed his confirmation, which meant it had gone through the Roth Empire’s investment branch, through channels that operated under his name.He sat up, jaw tightening.Yes, some partnerships were intentionally done anonymously. That was standard practice in the Roth Empire.Anonymity kept sharks from circling, kept companies from hiking prices or playing games when they sensed Roth money behind a deal.But this one, didn’t look right. It screamed for attention.CasRoe.He didn’t know why the name irritated him, but it did. He grabbed his phone and called his investment manager.***“Sir, I arrived as soon as you called. Is everything alright?” Celeste Carrington stepped in, mid-forties, sharp-minded, calm, and one of the most accurate

Cassie honestly expected Sebastian to show up. He’d been solid from the beginning, but seeing Scarlet there too nearly knocked the breath out of her.The woman rolled forward in her wheelchair, chin up, eyes steady, that familiar spark buried somewhere behind all the stillness in her body.Cassie’s throat tightened instantly. She hurried over and threw her arms around her. “Scarlet, you… you shouldn’t have come all this way.”Scarlet arched a brow, the only part of her that really moved with ease. “And why not? It’s your big day, Cassie. I wasn’t going to sit at home scrolling through updates like some stranger. Please.”Her tone was light, but Cassie felt every weight behind the words. Every insecurity Scarlet once confessed, every fear about the stares, the whispers, the pity.Scarlet never went out anymore, not since the accident. She hated the heated gazes, the whispered assumptions. Yet here she was, all the way in Atherton, just because Cassie mattered to her.Cassie leaned down

“It’s a young boy. Around twelve, maybe thirteen. He’s chubby. Said if we can’t give him a plan that works within a month, his father will shut down the business,” Ocean reported, Sebastian frowned.Who had the audacity to speak like that? Only someone he already knew. Someone used to commanding respect and attention without hesitation.“Seb, I’ll catch up with you later. Scarlet, do you want anything?” Cassie asked, glancing at the woman in the wheelchair.“I’ll tell Seb to take us to the pool,” Scarlet replied coolly.Sebastian nodded and leaned in. “Let me know if you get into trouble.”Cassie chuckled lightly, waving him off. “What can a twelve- or thirteen-year-old do to me?”Sebastian smiled knowingly but stayed quiet. He had a feeling Cassie might be in for a challenge this time if it was indeed the boy he thought it was. He was curious to see ho