All Chapters of The Wife He Divorced Became A Billionaire Heiress : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Damian's POVI stood up slowly, gathering both reports from the desk without another word.Sophia watched me, her tears still fresh, clearly waiting for some response, some indication that her denial had landed the way she'd intended."Damian." She said, her voice smaller now. "Say something."I looked at her for a long moment.Two independent investigations. Rachel Ferris's direct confession. Photographic evidence. Financial records tracing back through multiple channels, all confirming the exact same conclusion.And Sophia, sitting there crying, offering nothing beyond denial and deflection, no actual counter-evidence, no explanation for how two separate firms working independently could have arrived at identical fabricated conclusions."Goodnight, Sophia." I said finally.I walked out of the study without waiting for her response, leaving her sitting there alone.Sophia's POVI heard the study door close behind him, the sound echoing through the mansion's quiet hallway, and I sat f

Damian's POVThe flight delay notification appeared on the departure board just as I settled into the airport lounge, an unwelcome two-hour wait added onto an already exhausting travel schedule for a meeting in Chicago I'd rather have avoided entirely given everything currently unraveling with Sophia back home.I ordered coffee and found a seat near the windows, pulling out my laptop to review the Chicago negotiation materials, though my concentration proved harder to maintain than usual.A newsstand near the lounge's entrance caught my attention eventually, rows of magazines and newspapers arranged neatly across several racks. I stood, deciding a walk might help clear my head before the meeting materials required my full focus again.I nearly missed it initially, scanning past the usual collection of business and financial publications lining the international section. Then the cover caught my eye properly, and I stopped walking entirely.Amelia and Adrian, laughing together, the pho

Sophia's POVI lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying that single word over and over, his voice saying her name instead of mine, so easily, like it belonged there.By morning I convinced myself I could fix this. I always could. I just needed to see him again, properly, without the weight of that earlier scene hanging over everything.I texted him around ten. “Can we talk? Properly, I mean. Not like last night.”He replied within minutes. “I can come by tonight.”He arrived at my apartment just after seven, and I spent most of the day preparing exactly how I wanted this conversation to unfold. Soft lighting. Wine has already poured. Nothing that would suggest I spent the previous twelve hours furious and humiliated."Thank you for coming." I said, letting him in."Sophia." He said. "About last night….""Let's sit first." I said, guiding him toward the couch, handing him a glass of wine he accepted without much enthusiasm.We sat in silence for a moment before he finally spoke aga

Amelia's POVThe harbor district site looked different from my previous visits, emergency vehicles crowding the perimeter, their lights cutting through the late afternoon haze, workers gathered in stunned clusters near the entrance while paramedics moved between several stretchers positioned near the north tower's base.Adrian was already there when I arrived, deep in conversation with the site foreman, his expression tight with concern as he gestured toward the damaged section three floors up."Amelia." He said, crossing toward me quickly. "Three workers hospitalized, none life-threatening, thank God. But this is bad.""Show me." I said.He guided me toward the foreman, a heavyset man named Torres who looked shaken despite his obvious years of construction experience."Miss Hart." He said. "I don't understand how this happened. That support beam passed inspection two weeks ago, along with everything connected to it.""Walk me through exactly what occurred." I said."The crew was fini

Amelia's POVGrace led us toward a makeshift command tent the site team had assembled near the entrance, several monitors already set up displaying security footage from the surrounding cameras. Damian followed, keeping a careful, professional distance as we walked, I noticed him glancing occasionally toward the damaged tower with concern rather than mere obligation."We've pulled footage from every camera covering the north tower's access points." Grace said, gesturing toward the monitors. "Two nights prior to the accident, someone entered the restricted zone after hours.""Show me." I said.She pulled up the relevant clip, grainy but workable, showing a figure approaching the site's security checkpoint around eleven that evening. The person wore a jacket with a company logo clearly visible, though the resolution made specific facial features difficult to discern immediately."That's the Blackwood Group logo." Damian said, stepping closer to the monitor, his face tightening as he stu