I Married the Man My Ex Could Never Compete With のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Adrian POV The email arrives at 6:12 a.m. I’m already awake. Sleep has been unreliable lately. Too many moving pieces, too many calculations running constantly in the background of my mind. When the notification appears on my phone, I know immediately it won’t be routine. Messages from the board never arrive this early unless something has gone wrong. Or someone intends to make it go wrong. I open the message. The subject line is simple. Emergency Shareholder Meeting Request My jaw tightens slightly. So it begins. I read the rest of the message slowly. Arclight Holdings has formally requested an extraordinary shareholder vote. The stated purpose: “To review the current leadership structure of Cole Group and evaluate whether new executive management may better serve shareholder interests.” Corporate language for one thing. Remove Adrian Cole. I lean back in the chair and stare at the screen for several seconds. My uncle moves faster than expected. But not faster tha

Adrain POV My uncle gives his interview at 2:14 p.m. By 2:16, Cole Group stock drops three points. By 2:30, Damien is already in my office with three analysts on the line and a stack of reports that confirm exactly what I expected. The market believes him. Not completely. But enough. Enough for uncertainty to start spreading through the investor network. And uncertainty is the most valuable weapon in corporate warfare. I watched the interview replay once on my office screen. Just once. Richard Cole sits perfectly composed across from the reporter, delivering his calm little performance like a man explaining the weather. No anger. No accusations. Just doubt. That’s the part most people misunderstand about power. The loudest voice rarely wins. The calm one does. I pause the screen right at the moment he says the final line. Some inherit power. Others steal it. Damien exhales slowly behind me. “Well,” he says, “that was subtle.” “Not particularly.” “It was effectiv

Lydia POV The estate feels smaller every day. Not physically. The house is enormous. Too many rooms, too many corridors, too many quiet corners where security cameras blink softly from the walls. But the air feels tighter. Like the walls themselves are listening. Ever since the drone incident, Adrian has turned this place into something between a fortress and a command center. Guards patrol the gardens day and night. Vehicles rotate at the gates every few hours. Even the sky above the estate feels watched now. I understand why. But understanding something doesn’t always make it easier to live with. The television in the breakfast room murmurs while I push food around my plate without really eating. Financial analysts again. They’ve been talking about Adrian for three straight days. “Market instability continues as tensions between Cole Group and Arclight Holdings escalate” “Questions remain about Adrian Cole’s leadership following yesterday’s aggressive response” “Investo

Lydia POV The estate used to feel quiet. Now it feels like the center of a storm. Every television in the house seems to be broadcasting the same story. Every phone notification, every news alert, every conversation among the staff circles back to one thing. The board voted. Three days from now, the directors of Cole Group will decide whether Adrian remains CEO. Three days. It feels absurd that something so enormous could be reduced to seventy-two hours. But the market doesn’t care about emotion. It cares about numbers. And right now the numbers are unstable. I sit on the couch in the media room watching the financial channel replay the same footage for the third time this hour. Adrian’s uncle. Richard Cole. Calm. Elegant. Dangerous. The interviewer on the screen leans forward. “Mr. Cole, many analysts believe the upcoming vote will determine the future of Cole Group.” Richard smiles politely. “I believe the company deserves stable leadership.” “And you believe Adri

Lydia POV By the third hour of studying Cole Group’s structure, I realize two things. First, Adrian has built something far larger than the headlines ever suggest. Second, the people trying to take it from him understand the system almost as well as he does. Damien sits across from me at the long table in the estate library, flipping through another digital report on his tablet. The room smells faintly of old paper and polished wood. Sunlight spills through the tall windows, making everything feel calmer than it actually is. Calm is misleading. The company Adrian runs controls billions of dollars in assets. Hundreds of subsidiaries. Investments scattered across continents. Every decision made by the seven board members sends ripples through entire markets. And one of those seven might be working for his enemy. “That’s the parent structure,” Damien says, turning the tablet so I can see the diagram. The screen shows a complex web of companies. Cole Group sits at the center lik