All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

TRENTThe city always looked calmer in the early morning. Traffic had not started yet, and most offices were still dark. I liked that time of day. It gave me space to think before everyone else started reacting to the news.I stood near the window of my office and watched the empty street below. The interview with the duplicate was scheduled for tonight. Every major media outlet was already talking about it.Exactly as expected.People always thought plans moved in sudden moments. They imagined big events that changed everything overnight. In reality, the most effective plans moved slowly, step by step, with quiet adjustments over the years. Then one small push at the right time.Victoria always focused on growth and expansion. She built an empire with speed and confidence. That worked well for business.But speed also created weaknesses. And I had spent years studying those weaknesses.The identity dispute was only one part of the structure. It was never the final move. It was simply

VICTORIAI watched the interview from my office.The room was quiet except for the television and the constant buzzing of my phone on the desk. Isabella sat across from me with her laptop open, but even she had stopped typing.Both of us were focused on the screen.The duplicate sat under soft studio lights, speaking calmly while the host listened with a sympathetic expression. Every part of the scene looked carefully planned.The lighting. The questions. Even the way the camera slowly moved closer when she talked about the baby.It felt strange watching it. Not because she looked like me. I was already used to that part. What felt strange was the way people reacted to her.The audience clapped softly after many of her answers. The host nodded gently. Every response she gave sounded reasonable and thoughtful. She spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully.“I never asked for any of this,” she said during one part of the interview.The host leaned forward slightly. “What do you mean?”

VICTORIAThe morning after the interview felt strange.It wasn’t quiet. My phone kept buzzing every few minutes. Messages came from investors, reporters, board members, and people I barely knew. Everyone wanted to ask the same question in different ways.What happens now?I sat at my desk reading the messages one by one. Some sounded worried. Others sounded polite but curious. A few sounded almost excited.Drama always attracted attention.The duplicate’s interview had done exactly what it was meant to do. Clips from the broadcast were everywhere online. News channels replayed the moment she said she planned to change her name.Every headline looked similar. They all had phrases like “Two Victorias”, “Identity battle”, “Pregnant rival challenges fashion empire leader.”I closed one news site and opened another. All I saw was the same story in the same tone.My reputation had not collapsed yet, but the pressure around it had clearly started growing. The company was feeling that pressur

VICTORIABy the time I left Daniel, the picture felt clearer. Not better. Just clearer.Trent was not only attacking my company. He was building a way to erase me from it completely. That kind of plan didn’t rely on speed. It relied on patience.I got back into the car and gave the driver one instruction. “Take me to her.”Clark turned his head slightly to face me. “You’re sure?”“Yes.”“She’s unstable.”“So is everything else right now.”He didn’t argue again.The hospital looked the same as before, but the atmosphere felt heavier this time. More guards stood near the entrance. More people whispered when I walked past.The news had reached everyone. The duplicate’s interview had changed how people saw her, and how they saw me.Clark stayed close as we walked down the hallway toward her room. I could feel his attention on every corner, and every movement around us.“You don’t trust this,” I said quietly.“I don’t trust anything about this,” he replied.“That makes two of us.”When we

VICTORIAThe recording didn’t leave my mind.Even after Clark stopped it, even after the room went quiet, the words stayed there like they had always been part of my mind. Trent hadn’t reacted to anything. He had built it.And he had not built it alone.I stood in my office later that night, looking out at the city through the glass walls. The lights stretched out in every direction, looking really bright like nothing had changed.From the outside, it still looked like I owned everything. Inside, it felt different.Clark moved behind me, quiet but present. He had been going through files again for the last hour, searching for anything that could connect Trent to that second voice.“You’re thinking too far ahead again,” he said.“I’m thinking exactly where I need to,” I replied.“That recording changes things.”“It confirms things.”He stopped a few steps away from me. “Not for everyone,” he said.“It will,” I answered.I kept my eyes on the city. Cars moved like lines of light below,