All Chapters of The Wife He Divorced Became A Billionaire Heiress : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Amelia's POVPriya appeared in my office doorway just after eight in the morning, her face carrying an urgency that immediately pulled my attention away from the quarterly projections I have been reviewing."Ma'am, you need to see this." She said, already crossing the room with her tablet extended.I took it carefully, scanning the headline that filled the screen.‘Hart Global's "Self-Made" President Owes Everything to Ex-Husband's Connections, Sources Claim’I felt something tighten in my chest as I continued reading, the article suggesting, through vague sourcing and implication, than any direct evidence, that Blackwood Group had influenced several of Hart Global's recent successes. The Ferravanti negotiation. The Singapore contract. Even the embezzlement discovery itself, the article suggested, might have benefited from information Damian's own investigation team had somehow provided."This is completely fabricated." I said, scrolling further through the piece."I know." Priya said

Third Person POVThe fallout from Amelia's press conference continued building momentum throughout the following days, financial journalists across multiple outlets independently investigating the original tabloid story's sourcing given how thoroughly her documentation had contradicted its central claims.Renata Cole, the same journalist who originally broke the story of Amelia's hidden identity months earlier, found herself pursuing this new angle with particular interest, recognizing an opportunity to further establish her publication's credibility by properly investigating what had clearly been a fabricated narrative.Her investigation led her, within several days, directly to the tabloid responsible for the original article.The journalist who had written the piece, a less established writer named Trevor Hayes working for a publication known more for sensational speculation than rigorous fact-checking, initially refused to comment when Renata approached him directly for an intervi

Damian's POVDenise's follow-up call arrived the following afternoon, her voice carrying neutrality she maintained when delivering information she suspected would prove difficult to receive."Sir, we've confirmed the account authorization." She said, "I think it would be best discussed in person, if you're available.""Come up." I said, already anticipating that whatever she'd discovered warranted more caution than a simple phone conversation allowed.She arrived within twenty minutes, accompanied by Pruitt, her senior investigator, both carrying tablets loaded with what I assumed constituted their complete findings."Walk me through it." I said, once they'd settled into the chairs across from my desk."The discretionary account authorization traces back to an executive assistant position within our public relations department." Denise began. "Someone named Rachel Ferris, who's worked within that department for approximately two years.""I'm not familiar with her directly." I admitted

Damian's POVMarcus left, closing the door behind him, and I sat alone with the report for a long moment before finally turning past the summary page.The first section detailed the anonymous number that contacted Amelia the night of the divorce, the one that congratulated her on signing the papers within minutes of the actual event. Denise's team traced the number back to a prepaid phone, purchased with cash at a convenience store three blocks from Sophia's apartment, the security footage timestamped and included as an attachment.I stared at the grainy image for a long moment. Sophia, in a dark coat, purchased the phone two days before Amelia and I finalized anything.Two days ago.I flipped to the next section.The photograph. The one showing Sophia and me outside a restaurant, sent to Amelia's phone that same devastating night, timed precisely to arrive alongside the divorce papers. The report confirmed the photograph had been taken by a freelance photographer Sophia personally hi

Damian's POVI called Sophia that evening, keeping my voice level, giving nothing away. "Come by the mansion tonight. We need to talk.""About what?" She asked, something cautious already creeping into her tone."I'll explain when you get here."She arrived just after eight, dressed casually, clearly expecting some ordinary conversation rather than what actually waited for her. I met her in the study, both investigation reports stacked neatly on the desk."You sounded strange on the phone." She said, "Is everything okay?""No." I said. "It's not."I slid the first report across the desk toward her.She glanced down at it, then back up at me, her expression carefully composed. "What is this?""Open it."She did, flipping through the pages slowly, her expression giving away nothing as she scanned line after line of evidence connecting directly back to her. I watched her closely, searching for some flicker of guilt, some crack in her composure.I found none."This is absurd." She said fi