Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

"Really?" a female guest asked, her voice filled with undisguised astonishment as she turned toward the people standing beside her, her eyes moving back and forth between Malcolm and Petra repeatedly."Petra's brother is the CEO of Chapman Corporation? The very guy everyone in New York City respects and fears?"Her words spread through the hall the way sparks spread across dry grass, fast, catching on everything they touched, unstoppable the moment they found fuel.Murmurs rose immediately, rippling outward from where she stood until they had reached every corner of the room.The name Chapman Corporation was already powerful enough on its own to command immediate attention in any gathering of people who moved in business circles.But the revelation that its CEO was standing right here, right now, in the middle of this hall, and that he was Petra's brother, was something else entirely.It changed the geometry of everything that had already happened tonight, recontextualizing each momen

Pete stood stiffly, staring at the closed doors as if they had personally insulted him. His jaw tightened, and the veins along his neck bulged faintly.The humiliation of being thrown out in front of reporters, guests, and business partners burned through him like acid.Around them, a few people who had also stepped outside lingered nearby, whispering quietly while pretending not to stare.Zoe was the first to break the silence.“Mr. Jordan Sr., don’t be absurd,” she said with a scoff, folding her arms across her chest. Her tone carried that familiar sharpness she used whenever she believed she was the smartest person in the room. “Petra’s just riding on someone else’s coattails. Don’t fall for it.”Her eyes moved quickly between Pete, Eric, and Martins as if she was trying to pull them back under her control before doubt settled in their minds.Without waiting for anyone to respond, she quickly slipped her phone out of her handbag. The screen lit up instantly, reflecting across her f

The makeover salon occupied an entire wing of the luxury mall, its interior glowing under warm golden lights that made every polished surface shine.Tall mirrors lined the walls, reflecting rows of elegant chairs, shelves of cosmetics, and racks of clothing arranged with careful precision.Petra sat quietly in the center chair while three stylists moved around her with professional focus.One was carefully adjusting her hair, trimming and styling it into soft layers that framed her face. Another worked gently with makeup brushes, adding subtle tones that brightened her natural complexion.The third stylist was arranging clothing options nearby, occasionally stepping forward to check the fitting.At first Petra had felt slightly overwhelmed by all the attention.But slowly, as the process continued, she began to relax.The exhaustion from the past few years seemed to melt away little by little. Every small adjustment brought out a different part of the woman she used to be.Outside the

“What do you mean?” Petra asked, her voice filled with surprise as she stared directly at Oscar.The breeze moved gently through the campus trees, rustling the leaves above them, but she barely noticed it.Her attention was entirely fixed on the calm man standing before her, the same man who had once been her fiercest academic rival many years ago.Oscar studied her expression for a moment before responding. There was a quiet confidence in the way he carried himself, as though he had already anticipated this moment long before it arrived.Finally, he spoke with a calm, matter-of-fact tone. “Oh. I’ve established a company in New York and I’m currently working on the eCloud AI project,” he explained.As he spoke, he slowly moved one hand toward the breast pocket of his milk-colored suit. “I’d like you to join as CEO and provide technical support.”Petra blinked.For a brief second, the words didn’t fully register in her mind. CEO? Technical support? Southwind AI?Before she could process

The baby’s cries continued to echo across the living room, sharp and relentless, filling every quiet corner of the house.The sound seemed to bounce off the bare walls and scattered furniture, growing louder with each passing second.Pete sat stiffly on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, his head slightly lowered as if he were trying to shut the noise out of his mind.But the crying didn’t stop.It only grew louder.Pete’s jaw tightened as frustration slowly twisted across his face. His mind was already drowning under the weight of failed calls, collapsing business deals, and the silent accusations buried inside his own thoughts.Now the baby’s cries drilled into his head like a constant reminder that nothing in his life was under control anymore.He pressed his fingers against his temples as if the pressure there might burst.The baby cried again.Louder.Pete suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with irritation. He turned his head sharply toward the crib, glaring at the tin