All Chapters of The Wife He Divorced Became A Billionaire Heiress : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damian's POVThe alarm went off at six,I reached over and silenced it without opening my eyes,a brief pause followed. Some unconscious part of me, still half-asleep, expected to hear movement on the other side of the bed.I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment, registering the silence for what it was.I sat up and rubbed a hand across my jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath my palm. The room curtains were drawn just enough to let in a controlled amount of morning light. Suits hanging in precise order in the closet across the room, organized by color and occasion the way I preferred.I crossed toward the bathroom and started the shower.The hot water hit my shoulders and I stood beneath it longer than necessary, letting it work through the tension that had settled into my muscles overnight. I didn't think about the dining room downstairs. I didn't think about the untouched plates that had probably already been cleared by the staff before I woke. I didn't think about

Damian's POVSophia stared at the photograph for a moment longer than necessary.The neutrality in her expression was practiced, the kind she deployed whenever something bothered her more than she intended to show. I knew Sophia long enough to recognize the difference between genuine composure and performed composure.This was the latter. "You still have this." She repeated, softer this time, as though confirming it to herself rather than asking me."I did not notice it recently." I said."Hadn't noticed it." She turned toward me slowly, one eyebrow lifting just slightly. "It's directly behind your chair, Damian. Every meeting you've sat through, every phone call, every video conference. It's been there.""I don't spend much time looking behind me." I said.She exhaled lightly through her nose. She looked back at the photograph once more, studying Amelia's face in it for a second too long before returning her eyes to mine."Would you take it down?" She asked.The question was posed ca

Amelia's POVI didn't move from the alcove for a long time after the two executives disappeared around the corner.The corridor settled back into its ordinary state. Phones ringing behind closed doors. The distant sound of a printer. Two junior employees walked past with coffee cups, talking about something completely unrelated to everything I just heard.Nobody noticed me sitting there,I looked down at my notebook and uncapped my pen.‘Significant deficit by end of quarter if overseas contracts don't close.’I wrote it exactly as I heard it, then underlined it.This wasn't a rumor. That wasn't speculation between disgruntled employees venting frustration. Those were senior executives, speaking with clipped vocabulary.I turned to a fresh page and began working.The financial gap was the most urgent problem, but deficits rarely appeared without warning. Something upstream had created the conditions for this. I thought back through everything I had observed since stepping off the eleva

Amelia's POVThe boardroom on the eighteenth floor was exactly what I expected,a long mahogany table. High-backed leather chairs occupied by men and women who spent decades making decisions that moved markets. Floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city skyline behind them like a backdrop designed specifically to remind anyone walking in that the people seated here operated at a level most of the world only read about in financial newspapers.I spent two days preparing for this room.Forty-eight hours of complete financial records, department audits, overseas contract files, and historical performance data spread across my old desk at the estate until the surface disappeared entirely under paper. I slept four hours total across both nights.I knew what was wrong with Hart Global,more importantly, I knew what could fix it.What I hadn't fully prepared for was the silence that descended over the boardroom the moment I walked through the door behind my grandfather.Twelve directors. Averag

Amelia's POVDirector Okafor's applause did not stay isolated for long.One by one, the sound multiplied around the table. Vera Osei was the second to join, her expression carrying none of the earlier skepticism, replaced now with something closer to respect. Then the director beside her. Then two more further down the table.Asante followed shortly after, his applause more measured than the others, but present nonetheless.Cole was the last.He sat with both hands still resting on the table for several long seconds, watching the room shift around him, watching his colleagues rise one after another until nearly the entire boardroom stood. Finally, slowly, he pushed his chair back as well, bringing his hands together with visibly less enthusiasm than everyone else.I sat very still through all of it, unsure what to do with a moment I didn't fully prepare for.My grandfather leaned toward me. "This is the part," he said, "where you stand up and accept it."I looked at him."Go on." He s