All Chapters of DIVORCE ME, MR. BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

"Say it," Amelia said, her voice barely holding steady. "Whatever name you think I'll recognize, just say it."Damian didn't turn from the window right away. When he finally spoke, his voice had lost some of its earlier confidence, like even he understood the weight of what he was about to hand her."Margaret Brooks," he said.Amelia's breath caught somewhere in her chest. "That's Lillian's grandmother's name.""Yes," Damian said, turning to face her now. "Your best friend's family. Margaret Brooks worked as an accountant for Whitmore Global in its earliest years, back when it was still barely more than warehouses and shipping contracts. She discovered discrepancies in the books long before my grandfather ever raised a complaint. She tried to report them to the board.""And," Amelia said, though some part of her already knew the shape of the answer waiting for her."Arthur fired her within the week," Damian said. "Buried her complaint. Made sure no other company in the city would hire

 Amelia sat on the edge of a worn floral couch in a small house in Brooklyn, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. Across from her sat Rose Brooks, Lillian's mother, a woman in her sixties with tired eyes and hands that hadn't stopped moving since Amelia arrived, folding and unfolding a dish towel like it gave her something to hold onto."I never thought I'd sit across from Whitmore," Rose said quietly. "My mother used to say that name like it left a bad taste in her mouth.""I understand if you don't want to talk to me," Amelia said. "I came because Lillian said there was more to the story. Not to force you into anything."Rose looked up, something sharp flickering behind her exhaustion. "You want to know the truth. Fine. But once I say it, you can't unhear it, and I don'

 Amelia's whole body went still. "Who," she said. "Gregory, whatever it is, just say it. I can't do another slow reveal right now. I don't have anything left for that."Gregory sat down heavily across from her, his hands folding together the way they always did when he was steadying himself for something he didn't want to say."Your mother didn't only have an affair with Robert Kingsley," he said. "There was a child."The room went silent except for the hum of the ventilation overhead."A child," Amelia repeated slowly. "You mean I have a sibling.""A half-sibling," Gregory said. "Born a year before you. Given up quietly, arranged through a private adoption your mother handled without telling anyone in either fam