Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE’S EX-WIFE BECAME HIS GREATEST RIVAL: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The first file I opened contained Elena’s handwriting on the second page. The third page made me wish I had never asked for the archive.I started with the document I’d noticed at the end of the day before — an expansion decision from several years into our marriage. I reconstructed the situation before reading her notes at all. Blackwood had been considering a rapidly growing market. The executive team had been optimistic, the projections attractive, the promise of increased revenue and a stronger market position hard to argue against at the time. I had supported moving forward. The board had approved it.It had seemed, back then, like an obvious business decision. Reading it now, I noticed assumptions I wouldn’t accept nearly as easily today.Elena’s handwritten page was attached near the back. Her recommendation wasn’t a rejection of the plan. She questioned its structure instead — the projected demand leaning too heavily on current market conditions, the need to test before commit

I looked at the date on the internal document and recognized the decision immediately.One of Blackwood’s most significant acquisitions during our marriage. The company we’d bought had looked genuinely promising at the time — strong revenue growth, an attractive customer base, real expansion potential, projections that made the board lean forward in their chairs, a management team that appeared entirely capable, a market Blackwood had wanted to enter aggressively for years.I remembered the excitement surrounding the deal.I also remembered Elena. She had been uneasy about it.She had warned me.I pulled the complete acquisition file and reviewed everything methodically — the original valuation, projected revenue, expected growth, customer numbers, market assumptions, integration plans, the projected return, the executive recommendations, the board’s final approval. Everything looked familiar, and I remembered clearly why I had supported it at the time. It hadn’t been reckless. The nu

Adrian's PovI stared at the handwritten note. *If Adrian invests in this company, he needs to know what they’re not telling him.*I checked the date again. Written before Elena and I had ever met. My first thought arrived immediately and refused to let go. Why had Elena been analyzing a company connected to Blackwood before she even knew me?I called my assistant and asked for the original file.The company’s name came back to me the moment I saw it. Blackwood had considered investing in it years earlier — small at the time, growing rapidly, a service model that had looked genuinely promising, several other investors circling with interest. Blackwood’s investment team had considered taking a significant position. The company had eventually gone forward with funding from someone else entirely.I remembered the decision only vaguely. Blackwood had passed. I’d never thought much of it since.Elena’s note made me look at it differently now.Her analysis was careful. She’d flagged that th

Adrian's POV I sat holding the document, looking at the name of the executive who had requested Elena’s assessment.Someone I had known and trusted for years. I remembered, now that I was looking for it, that he had occasionally spoken well of her judgment during our marriage — offhand comments I’d never thought twice about at the time. The memory felt entirely different now.He hadn’t discovered her abilities recently. He had noticed them years ago.I had simply never asked why.I found myself remembering ordinary moments from our marriage, nothing dramatic — Elena reading documents while I worked, listening quietly during business conversations that weren’t hers to be part of, asking questions over dinner, noticing details in reports I’d skimmed too quickly, remembering figures I’d forgotten, pointing out risks without ever demanding I agree with her, suggesting alternatives and then falling quiet the moment I dismissed them.She had never once demanded recognition. She had simply

Adrian's POV Elena’s voice continued from the recording, discussing an acquisition everyone in that old room seemed to consider an obvious opportunity.She didn’t reject it outright. She asked the room to separate three things instead — what the company was actually worth now, what everyone assumed it would eventually become, and what Blackwood would genuinely be risking to get there.I recognized the thinking immediately from the acquisition file I’d already spent days studying. The same principles. The same questions. The same Elena, sitting in a different room, years apart, asking the exact same kind of question every time.I understood, watching it, that the acquisition hadn’t simply been another example of her being right about something.It was another example of how consistently she thought.I paused the recording and looked at everything spread across my desk — the handwritten notes, the acquisition reports, the investment analysis from before we’d even met, the executive req