All Chapters of MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

VivianThe words Damien said still hung in the air between us. He had never expected me to do what I did, and for a moment I thought he might be upset about it. Instead, warmth settled into his expression, and he told me he respected what I had done. My bravery had come through in that moment, he said, and something in his tone made my chest tighten.He offered to donate to the charity himself. I hadn't expected that either. He asked if I had thought of a name for it yet, and I told him I planned to name it after my daughter. The idea had come to me weeks ago, but saying it out loud to him felt different, like I was finally letting someone else into that part of my life.Then I mentioned that he should visit her soon, so she could know who her father was. The moment the words left my mouth, I watched surprise flicker across his face, followed by something heavier. He looked worried, and I understood why. He wasn't her father, not by blood, and he was afraid that claiming that role mig

VivianNothing could have prepared me for the sight of Adrian standing there, not after everything I had learned about the three hundred society in the past few hours.Shattered glass scattered across the floor near his feet, and for a brief moment, I could have sworn the fractured pieces reflected a man who looked as broken as the glass itself."Is that my daughter?" he demanded, his voice rising just enough to draw a few curious glances from nearby guests.I ignored the question completely, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Damien stepped forward immediately, positioning himself between us with a firmness that left no room for argument."Back off, Adrian," Damien said, his tone low and controlled despite the tension radiating off him.I watched anger flash across Adrian's face, though he seemed to catch himself before it fully surfaced. A few people nearby had already turned to look at him with expressions of quiet disapproval, and I could tell the attention unsett

VivianSettling my daughter into bed took longer than usual that night, her small hands gripping the edge of her blanket as she fought against sleep despite how tired the day had clearly left her. I finally tucked the blanket around her shoulders and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before slipping quietly out of the room.Damien stood near the doorway when I stepped out, his expression carrying a weariness that hadn't been there earlier in the evening."I think I found someone willing to tell us who Adrian met with tonight," he said, his voice low despite the empty hallway around us."You've been making calls this entire time?" I asked, surprised he had managed to work through everything while we were still at the park with our daughter."Since we left," he admitted.Guilt settled heavily in my chest as I processed his words. "This is because of me, isn't it? Because of what happened tonight.""You didn't do anything wrong," he said firmly, stepping closer and resting a hand gentl

ADRIAN The silence in the boardroom settled my thoughts, and for the first time that morning, I felt completely in control. Every person around the long table had stopped speaking. No one moved unnecessarily, and no one seemed willing to meet my eyes for longer than a few seconds. The tension was obvious, but I found it calming. After everything that had happened, I needed them to understand that I was still the one making the decisions.A board member sitting at the far end of the table finally broke the silence.“Your actions are nothing short of treachery, Adrian. You have shown complete contempt for this board, and sooner or later, you will answer for it.”Several people shifted in their seats, but I kept my attention on him. His voice carried more confidence than the situation deserved, and I could already tell that he believed the rest of the board would support him.He was mistaken.“You seem very certain of yourself,” I said.“I am certain that what you are doing is unaccepta

VivianThe officer staring opposite me was already sweating bullets.His nameplate said District Supervisor Cole. He was a small man in a cheap suit that was too tight around his belly. His office was small too, with no windows, just flickering fluorescent lights and stacks of files that looked like they hadn't been touched in years. An American flag in the corner, faded.I sat across from him, my hands folded neatly in my lap, my coat still on. I had not been offered water. I had not been told why I was brought here. Two men in suits had shown up at my office that morning, flashed IRS badges, and asked me to come with them for a "routine clarification." Damien told me not to go. I went anyway.Now Cole wouldn't look me in the eye. The sweat was beading on his forehead and dripping down into his collar.He calls out to me and claims that they might have made the wrong check due to their records not being updated."Miss Sinclair," he stammered, shuffling papers that he clearly hadn't r