All Chapters of The Divorce That Ruined Him: Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

Fray The heavy doors of the boardroom swung open with a quiet, hiss that sliced through the suffocating silence. I stepped through the threshold, my hand wrapped firmly around the upper arm of Dr. Vance. The old doctor’s high-end suit was rumpled, his silk tie crooked and loosened at the collar, his skin pale and slick with cold sweat under the bright overhead LEDs. He was breathing in short, shallow hitches as I pushed him forward, his polished oxfords slipping slightly on the marble before he stumbled against the edge of the mahogany table, catching himself with both hands. That made me wonder if he was an MI patient himself. "Tell them, Vance," I said flatly, my hand dropping back to my side, resting naturally against the hem of my trench coat. Dr. Vance refused to look at Rose. He knew the woman who had paid for his silence for years was currently pinned against a window pane, completely stripped of her authority. Instead, his eyes darted to Marcus and the two federal offi

Damien The silence in Arthur Holt’s former office was absolute, heavy enough to feel like a physical weight resting on my chest. I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, looking out over the sprawling skyline below. The storm had finally slackened into a light, misting drizzle, washing over the endless grid of amber streetlights and reflecting off the wet asphalt fifty-four floors down. Behind me, the room was being systematically picked apart, piece by piece, by men in dark windbreakers. They weren't taking furniture. They were taking the soul of the company. Technicians wearing thick rubber gloves were unbolting the server racks built directly into the executive mahogany walls, their power tools whirring with sharp, industrial whines. The custom-built terminals that had once monitored trading floors in London, Tokyo, and New York were dark and lifeless, their monitors stripped of power cords, their blue status lights dead. Every file cabinet stood open, wide