All Chapters of I Ruined My Ex-Husband and It Was Worth It: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

‎Silas‎‎I arrived at the office with one clear goal in mind to make Sarah feel the sting of jealousy.‎She had been pushing me away, hiding behind her fear about Alexander, and fighting every step of the way. It was time she understood what it felt like when my attention shifted even if only for show.‎I spotted Victoria near the reception area and called her over loud enough for nearby ears to hear.‎“Victoria,” I said with a warm, charming smile I rarely gave anyone. “You look lovely this morning. I’ve noticed how well you’ve been handling the reports lately. Walk with me.”‎Victoria’s eyes brightened instantly, though she kept her tone perfectly respectful. “Thank you, Mr. Crowley. I’m happy to help in any way.”‎We walked down the hallway slowly, stopping right in front of Sarah’s slightly open office door. I placed a light, professional hand on Victoria’s shoulder nothing overt, but enough to look intimate from a distance.‎“You have a sharp eye for detail,” I continued. “I may

‎‎Silas‎‎The private dining room at Le Jardin was quiet and elegant, soft lighting casting warm shadows over the crisp white tablecloth. The Miami investor, Richard Harlan, sat across from us, talking numbers and expansion plans.‎But my attention wasn’t really on him.‎It was on Sarah.‎She looked stunning in that red dress. Her posture was perfect, professional smile in place, but I could see the tension in her shoulders. The way her fingers occasionally tightened around her wine glass. The subtle flush on her cheeks whenever our eyes met.‎She was still fighting the jealousy from this morning. Still wrestling with the doubt about how I knew about Alexander and sitting so close to me, our thighs brushing under the table, was making it worse.‎I let my hand rest lightly on her knee under the tablecloth, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles up her thigh. She stiffened but didn’t pull away.‎“...and that’s why we’re very interested in partnering with Bennett & Associates,” Harlan was

‎‎Marcus‎‎I sat in my car in the dark parking garage, staring at my phone.‎The message had been sent.‎My hands were still shaking, but for the first time in weeks, I felt something close to power and smiled to myself. A small, bitter smile.‎Finally...finally, I had something she couldn’t control, something she couldn’t hide from.‎Alexander...my son.‎I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes, replaying how I had found out.‎It was stupid, really. So stupid that I almost laughed at myself.‎A few days ago, I had been digging through old emails on my laptop, looking for anything I could use against Sarah. Anything that might help me get revenge and leverage, I opened a folder I hadn’t touched in almost two years. It was a old medical bills from when Sarah was pregnant.‎There it was.‎A hospital invoice dated nine months after she “died.” Payment for delivery and postnatal care. The name on the bill was Sarah Bennett.‎At first, I thought it was a mistake then I c

Crowley‎‎I stood alone in the private dining room long after Sarah had stormed out, the echo of her words still ringing in my ears. Fuck!! this was not how tonight was supposed to end. I had planned a different evening one where Sarah would finally lower her walls and the tension between us would finally snap, where I could show her that what we had was real. Instead, Marcus had thrown a bomb into the middle of it.‎How the fuck did he know about Alexander?‎The question burned in my mind. I had never told him or even hinted at the child’s existence. I had been keeping Marcus close, playing along with his desperate offers of information, feeding him just enough rope to hang himself with. ‎But this? This was something else entirely.‎I felt genuine confusion mixed with fury. Of course Sarah thought I had betrayed her, she believed I was working with Marcus and using her son as what?. The pain in her eyes when she looked at me had been real, and it hurt deeper than I expected.‎ I h

‎‎Sarah‎The next morning, Diane came to the office with me.‎We had stayed up late the night before, talking through every detail, weighing every risk, and finally agreeing on a plan. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the only move we had left. Diane insisted on being there when I made the announcement. She said I shouldn’t have to face it alone.‎By the time we arrived, the office was already buzzing with the usual morning energy. Designers were at their desks, marketing was on calls, and the familiar rhythm of Bennett & Associates filled the air. I kept my expression calm and professional as we walked through the open-plan floor, even though my stomach was in knots.‎Diane and I exchanged one quiet look before I asked my assistant to gather everyone in the main conference room for an urgent all-hands meeting.‎Within ten minutes, the room was full. Employees filed in with curious faces, whispering among themselves. Victoria was already seated near the front, wearing a triumphant littl