The news about Owen Pierce cheating and hitting his wife hit the trending topics that same day.
In this narrative, he was the heartless bastard, and I was the poor abandoned wife.
Public opinion was on my side.
When fighting for power, you start with the battle for public opinion.
His once–solid reputation took a nosedive.
Plus, when I called the police and he was taken away, some of his company supporters started wavering.
His counterattack came quickly too.
The news about my assault ten years ago also hit the trending topics right after.
Photos of me with various men were flying around everywhere.
Someone caught him on camera, red–eyed, saying, “After everything we’ve been through, I just hope we can part ways amicably.”
“As for everything else, I don’t want to dig into it anymore.”
Those ambiguous words painted him as a man heartbroken by his cheating wife.
Online opinion swung to the other side again.
Owen called me. “Are you really going to drag us both down together?”
I hung up on him directly.
At this point, reconciliation was useless.
We fought so viciously at the company that everyone was on edge.
Owen hadn’t expected that after stepping back for so long, I still had so many supporters.
“I really underestimated you. So that’s why you wouldn’t give up your shares–you were waiting for this day, weren’t you?”
He glanced at the people standing behind me.
“Don’t celebrate too early. It’s not clear who’ll win yet.”
On the surface, I really didn’t have the advantage.
Over the years as the company expanded, my shares had been diluted quite a bit, and the leadership had been completely reshuffled–they weren’t the old friends anymore.
There were plenty of people Owen had personally promoted.
Fighting within the company, I couldn’t beat him.
But what if I had outside help?
Owen was reported for embezzling company funds.
The person who reported him was his beloved mistress, Ivy Wells.
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When Owen was taken in for questioning, he still looked at Ivy in disbelief.
That embezzled money had been used for their wedding.
Ivy had delivered the most crucial blow for me.
The company didn’t need a CEO with a criminal record.
Kicking someone when they’re down, adding insult to injury.
I immediately called a board meeting to remove Owen Pierce from all relevant positions, with me taking over as acting CEO.
I also issued a public announcement to settle the matter before Owen could get out.
The first thing Owen did after getting bail was to find Ivy.
With red eyes, he grabbed her throat.
“I loved you so much! I divorced Nora for you, wanted to give you everything, so why did you betray me? Why?!”
Ivy was choking and rolling her eyes, but her words were still merciless.
“Because you’re useless now!”
“Did you think I loved you? I was using you to get revenge on that woman. Who knew you’d be such a waste–fighting for so long and you can’t even beat one woman.”
Owen let go and slumped to the floor.
Ivy kicked him a few times.
“That bitch was right–you’re the one to blame. If you hadn’t destroyed my dad’s manhood, he wouldn’t have beaten my mom to death, and I wouldn’t have become an orphan. It’s all your fault.”
“You’re just trash, a wishy–washy waste. I deliberately got rid of two babies, and you still couldn’t divorce her. What good are you for anything?”
Ivy paced back and forth like a madwoman, rambling about getting revenge on me, on Owen, even mentioning my son.
She didn’t notice Owen’s bloodshot eyes fixed on her like a predator.
This time, he grabbed Ivy’s head and slammed it into the wall.
“You bitch! So that’s why you kept provoking Nora over and over–it was all calculated!”
“Go to hell!”
Ivy struggled briefly then went still.
After killing Ivy, Owen just sat on the floor motionless.
Soon after, police broke down the door and cuffed him.
Only then did I emerge from the guest room.
Owen looked at me with dead eyes and didn’t say a word.
Murder means prison time.
The divorce papers I’d sent demanding he leave with nothing–he signed them readily.
A few days later, he died in prison.
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Chapter 8
But I’d stopped caring about him long ago.
A new life had already begun.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.