All Chapters of My Husband Chose His Ex When I Was pregnant: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Damien’s POVThe grand ballroom of the St. Regis was a blinding display of crystal chandeliers, sparkling champagne flutes, and hushed corporate whispers. Hundreds of the world's most powerful executives, board members, and high-society elites filled the space, their laughter echoing off the high gilded ceilings.I stood near the edge of the mezzanine balcony, completely isolated from the crowd. I wore a plain black tuxedo, but I had refused the ceremonial lapel pin. My face was haggard, my jaw unwashed, and dark circles shadowed my sunken eyes. I held a glass of scotch in my right hand, but I hadn't taken a single sip all night."Mr. Cole," Arthur, my assistant, whispered cautiously as he stepped up behind me on the balcony. "The event organizer asked if you would like to review your acceptance speech before they announce the Corporate Expansion Award in twenty minutes.""I don't care about the award, Arthur," I said, my voice low, gravelly, and flat. I didn't turn my head to look at

Damien’s POVThe air inside the thirty-fourth-floor boardroom of Cole Enterprises was suffocatingly hot, thick with the sharp scent of stale coffee and pure, unadulterated panic. Fifteen board members sat around the massive oval glass table, shouting over one another as paper financial reports were slammed onto the polished surface."Vance Global served us with an eviction notice for the Munich assembly plant an hour ago!" old Mr. Harrison yelled, his frail hand shaking violently as he pointed at the glowing monitor on the wall. "Our European supply chain is dead in the water! The stock has plummeted thirty-two percent since the opening bell!""Where is Damien?" another director demanded, slamming his fist onto the glass. "He has ignored seven emergency summonses! He is letting Alistair Vance tear this company apart brick by brick!"I sat at the far head of the table, staring blindly down at my unlit phone screen. I wore the same dark suit from two days ago. I hadn't shaved, I hadn't

Elena’s POVThe heavy rain pounded relentlessly against the concrete floor of the underground valet garage, casting long, dark shadows beneath the flickering overhead fluorescent lights. The sharp scent of damp earth, exhaust fumes, and cold cement hung thick in the stagnant air. I stepped out of the private executive elevator flanked by two Vance Global security guards, holding a dark leather portfolio tightly beneath my arm. We had just finalized the legal acquisition of another key urban real estate tract from Cole Enterprises, systematically severing yet another major revenue stream from Damien's rapidly shrinking domain.As we crossed the wide bay toward the waiting armored sedan, a sudden, ragged scream shattered the quiet hum of the garage."You dirty, scheming little rat!"A disheveled figure scrambled out from behind a massive concrete support pillar, lunging wildly toward me with frantic, uncoordinated strides. She was virtually unrecognizable at first glance—her filthy desi

Elena’s POVI sat behind my teak desk, staring blindly at the glowing tablet screen in front of me. The morning financial reports were already rolling in: Cole Enterprises had entered emergency corporate receivership. News outlets worldwide were running front-page headlines detailing the total, shocking financial collapse of Damien Cole's empire following his erratic, fatal overbid at the Continental auction.A quiet chime sounded from the security console on my desk.I tapped the screen, bringing up the live security feed from the perimeter gates down at the coastal highway. Through the driving rain and thick fog, a single figure was walking up the long, winding driveway on foot.It was Damien.He didn't have an umbrella, an escort, or an armored car. His suit jacket was gone, his white shirt was soaked through and plastered to his skin, and he was walking barefoot across the freezing gravel driveway, having dragged himself five miles from the main road in the middle of the night."M

Elena’s POVThe heavy mahogany doors closed behind me with a firm, echoing click, locking out the quiet hum of the federal marshals in the hallway.Margaret stood in the center of the vast, dusty drawing room, her hands shaking violently as she clutched a heavy velvet jewelry box to her chest. Her eyes were bloodshot, surrounded by dark, sunken shadows, and her expensive velvet robe was streaked with dirt and grey dust from dragging old trunks out of the attic."Get out of my house," Margaret spat, her voice trembling with an volatile mix of outrage and pure terror. "You have no legal authority to stand on these floors! This estate is protected under the Cole family trust! My attorneys will have you arrested for trespassing before the afternoon is over!""Your family trust was dissolved at eight o'clock this morning by executive order of the federal bankruptcy court, Margaret," I said smoothly, taking three deliberate steps forward. My heels clicked against the polished parquet floor