All Chapters of The Divorce That Made Me A Billionaire : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

VICTORIAThe next morning came too fast.I barely slept, but that didn’t matter. The moment I opened my eyes, my phone was already buzzing on the nightstand like it had been waiting for me.I had numerous messages, emails, and missed calls. Everything had started. The time change forced everything into motion.By the time I got to the office, the building already felt different. People moved faster. Voices were lower but sharper. Everyone knew something was happening, even if they didn’t have the full details.My legal team was scrambling. Investors had started calling. And the media had picked it up within hours.“Miss Hale, are you aware of the reports?” one of my assistants asked as she hurried beside me.“I’m aware,” I said without slowing down.“Do you want us to release a statement?”“Not yet.”“But—”“Not yet,” I repeated, a bit firmer this time.She nodded quickly and fell silent.The pressure I had felt before doubled instantly. But I didn’t show it.I walked into the first m

VICTORIAThe idea grew heavier in my mind, threading through everything I’d seen over the last few months.I went back through every interaction, every glance, every carefully measured word. The summit came first. The way he had anticipated every move, every question, every challenge. Nothing he did then had been casual or reactive. It had been precise. Then the aftermath. When the media had exploded, when investors had panicked, when the board had called emergency meetings. He had been calm, methodical, always one step ahead. It hadn’t struck me then, but now it was clear. He hadn’t been caught off guard at all.I leaned forward, elbows on the desk, pressing my hands lightly to my forehead. The realization didn’t make me angry yet. I wasn’t emotional. I was just cold. He hadn’t just stayed connected longer than he admitted. He had been guiding things, subtly and quietly all along.Every time I thought I had caught a mistake or a surprise, I noticed how quickly he corrected it. How h

VICTORIAThe confirmation email stayed on my screen longer than it should have.I didn’t react right away. I just stared at it, letting the weight of it settle properly before I did anything stupid.Clark. As a witness.I read the message again, slower this time, like it might change. But it didn’t, and somehow that made everything feel heavier.My fingers hovered over the screen for a second before I dropped my hand.Trent wasn’t just trying to win. He was trying to break me in a way that couldn’t be fixed later. And using Clark meant he knew exactly where to hit.I picked up my bag without thinking too much about it. Sitting here and overthinking wouldn’t help. I needed to see him and hear it from him directly.The drive back to the office felt longer than usual. The roads were clear, but my mind wasn’t. Everything kept circling back to the same point.Clark wasn’t on the outside anymore. He wasn’t just helping or watching. He was now part of the case whether I liked it or not.I st

VICTORIA The admission still rang in my ears when I finally walked away from Clark. I didn’t rush or shake. Every step I took felt measured.I didn’t look back as I moved through the hallway. The lights stayed the same, but everything felt quieter now. It was like something had shifted and the building could feel it too.People glanced at me as I passed, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t acknowledge anything around me. Nothing about me was supposed to look different.I got into my car and shut the door quietly behind me. For a second, I just sat there without moving. The silence settled in fast, but I didn’t break it.I didn’t cry. I didn’t react. I catalogued everything instead.Clark had helped design a legal fallback that could erase my claim completely. That was the only fact that mattered right now.I started the engine and drove out slowly. The road ahead was clear, but my thoughts were not. They were moving faster than I wanted.Every detail lined up in my head. Every conversation,

VICTORIASenator Elliot Vance talked like a man who had practiced every word before saying it. Each sentence was measured. Each pause was placed exactly where it needed to be. He was fifty-three, silver-haired, with the kind of face that had learned to stay still no matter what he was thinking about.We rode the elevator up to the top floor of the building. He didn't explain why. I didn't ask. I just followed and listened, which was the plan anyway. Let people talk. Let them show you everything they knew before you showed them anything.He led me to a small conference room that didn't belong to my company. Someone had arranged access. That told me enough.We sat across from each other at a narrow table. There were no staff, assistants, or witnesses. Or so he thought.He started talking. And the more he talked, the more I understood why he had stepped into that elevator in the first place.He knew about Daniel Rhodes' offshore accounts, not all of them, but enough. He knew how the mone