All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

VICTORIA“You actually did all this?” Trent’s cold voice came from behind me.I froze, the knife still in my hand as I sliced the cake. I turned slowly, smiling brightly at him. “Happy anniversary,” I said softly, hoping he’d at least smile back.He didn’t. He just looked around the dining room like everything disgusted him—the candles, the flowers, and the meals I had spent hours cooking.“You cooked?” He lifted his brow, his tone dripping with annoyance. “Why? We have chefs for that.”“I wanted tonight to be special,” I said. My voice had started trembling slightly. “It’s our third anniversary, Trent.”He loosened his tie and sighed. “You didn’t have to bother. You know I don’t like surprises.”My stomach sank. I tried to laugh it off, stepping closer to him. “It’s just dinner. I thought we could sit together, talk for a bit, and reminisce. You’ve been so busy lately…”He looked at me then—like really looked—but it wasn’t the way a husband should look at his wife. His gaze trailed f

VICTORIAI picked up my phone only to resume staring at the sketches on my screen, my mouth slightly open. They were all there—the dresses, the color palettes, even the outlines I used to stay up late perfecting before the wedding. Everything looked just how I remembered. And somehow, Clark Sterling had recovered them.My hands shook as I scrolled through the files. Trent made me burn them all. I could still hear his voice that night. “You won’t need this childish dream anymore, Victoria. You’re a Rhodes now.”How did Clark even get them?Isabella walked in with a cup of coffee and stopped when she saw my face. “What’s wrong?”“Look,” I said quietly, turning the phone toward her.She leaned over, her eyes widening immediately. “Those are your old designs.”“I know.”“Wait, how did he get them?”“I have no idea.”She frowned. “So this guy, Clark Sterling, just sends you your destroyed sketches like some kind of fairy godmother?”I gave a short, breathless laugh. “Yeah. Something like

VICTORIAI didn’t reply to Trent’s message. I stared at it for a while, then deleted it and went back to my sketches. He wasn’t part of my world anymore, and I wasn’t the same woman who’d once cried over him.Days turned into weeks, and weeks into years. Two years, to be exact.In those years, I rebuilt myself from scratch.I woke up early every morning, hit the gym, and pushed my body until it was exactly what I wanted to be—strong, fit, and curvy. My eyes didn’t look tired anymore. I learned how to walk into a room and command attention without saying a single word.The woman I used to be—shy, easily intimidated, and too forgiving—was gone.Now, I was Victoria Hale, CEO and Designer. The woman who had built Hale Couture from nothing into one of the biggest names in fashion.It started small with local features, appearances in a few online magazines, and whispers in the fashion world. Then my big break came: runway shows in Paris, London, and Milan; stunning red carpet dresses at the