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As soon as this video was posted online, people started leaving comments like, [This can't be true, can it? [Is she very good at seeming to be real? A certain CEO, who was divorced, became successful. I think I know who it is!] [By the way, that ex-wife is really unhappy] [Stop talking nonsense upstairs!" If it's indeed the one I thought it was, the ex-wife is doing great now!]

XAVIER'S POV I see it on page six first, which is humiliating in its own right that I find out the way everyone else finds out, scrolling through my phone at six forty-three in the morning with yesterday's bourbon still sitting in a glass on the nightstand, bleary and half-asleep and completely unprepared for the headline that loads under my thumb like a detonation. BILLIONAIRE XAVIER ADRIAN EX-WIFE TAKES DOWN THE WOMAN WHO STOLE HER HUSBAND: DR. SELENE HART BEHIND ARREST OF AURORA HART JUST DAYS BEFORE WEDDING

Her tone dripped with disgust as her gaze cut to Ivy. “I mean, we all know this lady here is extraordinarily poor. She has no class! If not for the connection she got from Mr. Morale, there’s no way she would even stand among the workers of WASTON Group! So how could it be possible for someone like her to be the CEO?” Gasps rippled through the audience. And before anyone could recover, Gracias stepped forward, adding fuel to the fire. “Yes, Mr. Moore,” Gracias said firmly. “We all know Ivy here is a gold digger. In fact, she married my son for money! So how can someone like her suddenly become the CEO of WASTON Group? That’s impossible! You must be mistaken!”

Meanwhile, I was working fourteen-hour days under constant supervision, being treated like a criminal by my own ex-wife. Something had to change. And if that something meant finding a wealthy woman who could invest in my future, then that's what I would do. I had spent the past week researching Sacramento's wealthiest single women, studying their business interests and social activities. Margaret Whitman was a widow whose late husband had left her a real estate empire worth fifty million dollars. Linda Harrison owned a chain of successful restaurants and was known for investing in promising entrepreneurs. And Elena Westbrook was a sophisticated forty-five-year-old businesswoman who had built

Carol stood beside me. “I’m not accusing you, I’m just telling the truth. You accused my friend first. She is the wife of the richest man in Valxina. Why would she seduce your husband, who is of unknown origin and not as rich as his husband? She is just a wife who is looking for the whereabouts of her husband, who disappeared because of an accident. You should know from the news on television and newspapers that run about the disappearance of Mr. Harris, the number one richest person in Valxina. If you have nothing to hide, please let my friend see your husband just once, so we can be sure.”

“Is it? Because from where I’m standing, you look like a man who’s realizing he threw away something valuable. And I’m the woman he chose instead. So forgive me if I’m not thrilled about being compared to Serena Moore, fashion icon and self-made billionaire.” “You’re being paranoid—” “I’m being observant. There’s a difference.” I sat on the edge of his desk, forcing him to look at me. “Let me tell you what I see. I see a man who spent eight years telling himself his ex-wife was weak, pathetic, not worth his time. And now that ex-wife has proven she’s none of those things. She’s powerful. Successful. Beautiful. And most importantly—untouchable. She doesn’t need you. Doesn’t want you. Doesn’t

“Mr. Enrique, let me tell you the truth about your fiancée. Do you really know who Meadow is? She’s a shameless slut and a p**nstar. Back in high school, she seduced Matt every chance she got. She dragged him into locker rooms after school, the backseats of cars in the parking lot, empty classrooms during lunch—anywhere they could be alone. She didn’t just hook up with him; she filmed every single time. Those videos are still online today, easy to find if you search her name. They have millions of views from all over the world. People leave disgusting comments calling her a cum dumpster, a public glory hole, a dirty whore who loves it rough. Everyone saw her naked, moaning, doing things no d

Leon Hart's ex-wife. The woman who supposedly disappeared after their divorce. Who everyone assumed had crawled away to lick her wounds in obscurity. Instead, she'd been building an empire. By midnight, the story breaks simultaneously across six major outlets. "MYSTERY GENIUS REVEALED: Dr. Aria Vale is Hart Industries CEO's Ex-Wife" "FROM SOCIETY WIFE TO TECH TITAN: The Aria Hart Story" "THE REVENGE EMPIRE: How a Scorned Wife Built a Billion-Dollar Business"

“That’s too fast, is it even possible?” She asked herself as she read the new article, finding out from the news she just became one of the richest people in the whole of Russia after her husband now ex-husband, signed those papers, it was overwhelming to read about and totally surreal. “He really did everything and made me out to be the villain, a gold digger? A freeloader, a vile disgusting woman who only marries men for money? I am none of those things,”

“But why would you take photos of two people having an affair, that is rude and-” “-For evidence, bitch. Anywho.. Since we're back to being friends again, you can stay here since you bought this place for me in the first place.. You should work on getting your shit back together and I'll advise you to sign your divorce papers asap so you can get half of Jarrod shares and properties, if you do you'll be rolling in cash baby and you'll be able to get a good lawyer to fight for the custody of your son, if you want”