All Chapters of Divorced on Our Wedding Night: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The scandal broke at 6:40 a.m.Not in London.Not in Berlin.In Stockholm.A Swedish investigative outlet released documents alleging that a senior sovereign wealth fund director one of the early backers of the Green Bond Initiative had approved preliminary infrastructure allocations before environmental compliance audits were finalized.The implication wasn’t corruption.It was acceleration.Political opposition parties framed it differently.“Improper pre-commitment of state-backed capital.”“International pressure overriding domestic safeguards.”“Foreign financial interests dictating Swedish policy.”By 8:15 a.m., the Prague Pact was trending across European financial media.By 9:00, Avelyn’s phone hadn’t stopped vibrating.Cassian stood in the kitchen reading the translated article silently.“They’re implying external pressure influenced approval timelines,” he said calmly.“Yes.”“Specifically referencing Geneva.”“Yes.”Her tone remained controlled, but her posture had sharpene

The message arrived without a sender. Not anonymous. Just unsigned. It appeared in Avelyn’s encrypted inbox at 5:03 a.m., buried between overnight market updates and council communications. Three sentences. Nothing dramatic. But the implication stopped her breath for a moment. You are looking in the wrong direction. The narrative campaign is not coming from outside the council. Check the advisory drafting team. She read it twice. Then a third time. The drafting team. Not the arbitration council. Not political opposition. The internal policy advisors responsible for preparing council briefings. Which meant someone close enough to influence language before it even reached council members. Subtle. Quiet. Invisible. Exactly the kind of influence that could shape perception without appearing responsible for it. Cassian walked into the kitchen just as she closed the tablet. “You look like you didn’t sleep.” “I didn’t.” “Another article?” “No.” She slid the screen t

Three days passed without another article. Which worried Vivian more than if ten had appeared. Silence, she had once told Cassian, was the most dangerous phase of a narrative campaign. It meant the strategist was preparing something stronger. And Dr. Elena Varga was not known for wasted moves. The Prague operations office felt unusually tense that Thursday morning. Not because of markets. The Green Bond had stabilized. Infrastructure funding continued moving smoothly. Governments were cooperating. Structurally, the pact had never looked stronger. But perception had become the battlefield. And perception was unpredictable. Cassian walked into the conference room where Avelyn was already reviewing briefing papers. “You’re expecting something.” She looked up. “Yes.” “What?” “I’m not sure yet.” “Varga’s next move?” “Yes.” He sat down across from her. “You think she found something.” “Everyone has something in their past.” Cassian studied her carefully. “You’re not

The message arrived at 2:17 a.m. Avelyn was still awake. Sleep had become unpredictable ever since the articles about Brussels began circulating. The investigations weren’t explosive, but they had created a quiet pressure around her name. Her phone vibrated once on the nightstand. Unknown number. She opened the message. Only one line. “You left Brussels because you refused to cooperate. Someone else did not.” No signature. No explanation. But Avelyn felt a slow chill settle in her chest. Because only a handful of people knew why she had truly left the European Financial Reform Institute. And none of them would casually send cryptic warnings in the middle of the night. She sat up slowly. Cassian stirred beside her. “What is it?” She handed him the phone. He read the message once. Then again. “You recognize this?” “Yes.” “Who?” “I’m not sure yet.” “But the reference to Brussels?” “That’s real.” Cassian leaned back against the headboard. “Explain.” Avelyn took

The answer arrived from an unexpected place. Vivian found it. Three days after Cassian’s meeting with Orlov. She didn’t call. She walked straight into the Prague operations office with a thin folder in her hand and the kind of expression that meant the puzzle had finally clicked. Cassian and Avelyn were already inside the conference room. “You found something,” Cassian said. Vivian dropped the folder on the table. “I found the messenger.” Avelyn leaned forward slightly. “Who?” Vivian opened the file. A name stared back at them. Lukas Petrov. Cassian frowned. “I don’t recognize it.” Avelyn did. Immediately. Her expression changed. “Of course.” Cassian looked between them. “You know him?” “Yes,” Avelyn said quietly. “He worked at the Brussels institute.” Vivian nodded. “Junior analyst. Quiet reputation. Excellent data researcher.” Cassian frowned. “And now?” “Now,” Vivian said, “he works for a political consultancy firm in Vienna.” Cassian’s eyes narrowed.