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Philip’s POV To my surprise, I literally could not believe what I was seeing. And there she was, Kendra – my ex-wife – pictured on every television and in every magazine. The woman I’d so callously tossed aside was now a global icon, a self-made billionaire. I felt a lump in my throat as I came to the terrifying reality of what I did wrong. “How the hell did you get these?” I whispered to Adrian. Adrian looked at me and raised his shoulders. “It’s all over the media, man, she is all over the media!”

Just a few minutes ago, she was so poor that she only had five dollars, not even enough for hailing a taxi. If her mother-in-law who hated the low-class families and never had any likeness towards Ximena suddenly finds out Ximena Was Ximena Antonio, the youngest daughter of the Antonio family, the richest family in the country, that she was a super-rich woman with a net worth of billions of dollars, how surprised would she possibly be? She remembered before she had regained her memory, her good friend in the orphanage was almost dying. She knelt, begging her mother-in-law, Evelyn Ricardo, to lend her some money.

I dont want to share anything with him as i felt he wont understand. Lets go, I went to put him back to sleep. I needed to sleep too so i as to prepare for the court, Tomorrow is the official day for us to divorce. I was standing in front of the courtroom at exactly nine o'clock.All that i have passed through in these years in this house is,humiliation and disrespect.I dont think i married here but rather came here to serve micheal as a slave. She looks in his way and cleans her eyes and the words crop out of her mind asif she has rehearsed them several times,

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."

“Just shut up! Lucien dumped you, not the other way around! You’re worthless and not worthy of his love!” “Not worthy? Look in the mirror, Octavia. I’m by far more attractive, wealthy and smarter than you are. Last I checked I was recorded as the richest woman in Seattle while you, a whore on Wall Street, so who exactly isn’t worthy of Lucien’s love?” She tilted her head to the side with a devious smile adorning her lips as she stared at Octavia’s distort form. It was a sight to see, one that-even though she was not dead or crippled- still brought bliss to the pit of Alexandra’s stomach.

Fred moaned at Damien's ignorance. Hell, this was the woman he was getting married to. Such an amazing woman such as this, and he could not even remember anything about her. So sad. "Lana Fernandez, your fiancee, is one of the most feared woman in the business world," he revealed, "She singlehandedly took charge of Romero Empire while you were gone and what's more, she's a freaking Billionaire heiress!" Damien arched an eyebrow, "A billionaire heiress? Most formidable woman in the business world?" He asked in a skeptical tone.

"It’s serious money for you, huh? Take it and push off, will ya? Stop dreaming of becoming a wealthy socialite." Amanda keeps her mouth shut until she sees the amount. “A mere million? Is the Aiken family going bankrupt? And since you went to such lengths to find my parents’ graves, you must know I’m actually married to Riley. It’s not heavy money for Griffin CEO’s wife.” Amanda shrugs, looking askance at Aiken. Faye’s face flushes with anger as she erupts in a fit of rage, spewing words like venom. “Amanda Courtney. You should be thanking your lucky stars. No wonder your parents passed away in your early age. And Morris...”

The angle of the video got clearer as the panic attack overtook her as she stood completely alone and defenseless while someone methodically dismantled her credibility in front of hundreds of witnesses. “What the hell?” "Sir?" Margaret's voice was small and uncertain. "Isn't that... isn't that your dead wife? Am I imagining things?" Dead wife. The words felt surreal and impossible, but the woman on the screen was unmistakably Cynthia. "Pull everything," I said, my voice rough. "Social media, news outlets, university statements. Everything you can find. Now."

* The woman’s face came into focus. Kira. His wife. Adrian’s world tilted. The anchor’s voice continued: “Sources confirm the woman is Kira Ashford, daughter of business mogul Richard Ashford and heiress to the Ashford International empire, estimated at over three billion dollars. Ms. Ashford disappeared from public life nine years ago and has not been seen until today…” The screen showed more footage. Twelve black SUVs. Security. Paparazzi. The Ashford Estate gates. Catherine’s glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor.

And there she was. The photo nearly knocked the wind out of me. She was walking out of the summit, that high ponytail sleek and commanding. Her pantsuit clung to her curves in a way that demanded respect more than admiration, though there was plenty of that too. The smile on her face wasn’t wide, but it was enough. Calm, composed and untouchable. “Tech savy Ex-wife just silenced a room full of billionaires,” the caption read. I sat up before I realized I was moving.