All Chapters of The Divorce That Ruined Him: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Serena Looking back, my heart finally settled. I have enough. After a year of running, I finally had something solid. Something that could not be argued away. I hadn't informed my team yet but — they were about to hear it for the first time. I kept this drive safely. It was encrypted, backed up across three separate servers in two different countries, copies held by Lawrence, by my lead attorney, and by a firm in Zurich that existed for exactly this kind of thing. I had built a fortress around that file, layer upon layer of protection, because I knew what it was worth. I knew what Rose would do if she ever suspected it existed. But I had been carrying the knowledge of it since the night I left. My memories flooded back to the car park outside the hospital where I had been too afraid to walk to my car and had stood in the shadow of the stairwell instead and heard Rose's voice come through the concrete. That night was etched into me. The cold seeping through my coat, the fluores

SerenaI was preparing to leave for the office when I got a call to hurry up because apparently, I had a visitor. I wasn't expecting anyone, but nothing prepared me for meeting investigators instead of a normal visitor.There were two of them. They presented a warrant to the office manager and asked for access to the document servers and the financial filing records for the last eighteen months.I was already in the building when they approached for it.Mara called me the night before. She stated she had someone inside the commissioner's office. I wasn't going to doubt her. She had never been wrong about these things. Moreover, it was better she kept that to herself. I wasn't going to pry.The same person informed her an investigative warrant was being processed. And we were to expect it the following morning.I called Phila and briefed her on the whole issue."Good. We have been expecting something like this." She responded. Her voice was steady, unbothered. That was Phila—she treate

Damien It was the last day my stay was meant to be over. I got to the entrance where the receptionist asked whether I wanted another week.Looking at the calendar on my phone, the office already expected me back three days ago. The emails had been increasingly diplomatic. Staying a few more days would cost me enough notifications.I extended anyway.Serena had told me to stay away. For once in my life, I intended to do exactly what she'd asked. I simply wasn't ready to leave London.The new hotel was smaller than the first. The room had a narrow window that faced a brick wall and a desk that wobbled if I put too much weight on it. I had chosen it for its anonymity.I stayed there for a few days when Nadia called.We'd only known each other again for a matter of days, yet Nadia spoke to me as if she had been my familiar all this while. I spent the last days getting used to calling her my sister. It still felt foreign. But she refused to let the years between us become another excuse t

SerenaThere was one person I trusted without hesitation. Mara. If she believed something would work, I didn't waste time questioning it.So when she brought me the idea, I was in before she'd even finished explaining it.The plan was simple: we would lead Rose to a table without letting her realize she was walking to one. Initially, I didn't think it'd be possible. We had been circling the problem for two weeks. The three filings were moving through their respective courts at their respective speeds. Dieter's version of the document was being prepared for formal submission. The recording was locked and timestamped and ready. We had enough for criminal charges, enough for civil judgment, enough for the kind of press that would make everything Rose had spent twelve years building impossible to maintain.But Phila had been right.If Rose understood the full scope before we took a step, she would burn everything she could reach and disappear into the parts she had prepared for exactly th

Serena I pressed play and let the audio fill the room. My voice wasn't clear cause it sounded like that of a broken woman. But you still could hear everything being uttered. " It's me. I need something done. Serena Whitmore. Permanently." The recording continued. Her voice filled the room, describing all that she wanted. I let it continue for a few more seconds. Then I pressed pause. The silence that followed was absolute. It was as if a curse had been placed on everyone. The air conditioner hummed. Somewhere in the building, a lift chimed. The sounds of the clock ticking were the only thing audible in the room. Rose sat perfectly still. But her face, it went pale. As white as a plain sheet. All colors had drained from her face for about three seconds before she went stone cold. Her hands moved in circles around each other. Amidst it all, I saw the tremor. The small involuntary twitch in her right hand. Fray's pen was suspended above his notepad. It was not moving.