Beyond the Divorce

Orchestrating a Chance Meeting Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I overcame my trauma that night and lay on the tainted bed. To stay motivated, I repeatedly told myself

that overcoming all this was the first step to my revenge.

Matthew leaned over and wanted to hug me, but I pushed him away. I’m on my period. Don’t bother me,

please.”

He moved away and sighed, “I know it’s my fault you’re upset. Please don’t be mad.”

“Go to sleep. My mind’s back home, and I have no idea how my dad’s doing. I have nothing to be mad

about. Please spare me the drama,” I said, concealing my genuine emotions.

He smiled and leaned closer to give me a peck. “Don’t worry. Things will work out.”

I clenched my hand under the covers, feeling disgusted. I silently cursed, annoyed beyond measure because Matthew messed around with his sister. It made my skin crawl. I would’ve shattered his family’s

reputation if I didn’t need to reclaim what was mine.

However, I couldn’t rush in recklessly. The money was gone, and the house wasn’t even under my name. I

had promised Ava a big house, and I couldn’t break that promise.

My mind was a mess as I tried to find the quickest way to regain control over my life. I didn’t want to spend another moment with this sick bastard. Even sharing a bed with him disgusted me.

I was impressed by my composure and thankful I didn’t give in to my rage last night.

The following day, I met Adrian to present my evidence and financial data. I briefed him on the situation’s developments, and even he felt somewhat surprised. Still, he analyzed the current situation from a legal

perspective.

Despite evidence of his infidelity, my chances of winning were only fifty percent since he had solely

managed the company for years.

I asked if sibling relations could help my case, but Adrian said it would require confirming blood ties and only amount to moral condemnation. There wasn’t a precise legal verdict, so it didn’t matter who he

cheated on me with.

I repeated Adrian’s words to myself, “I only have a fifty percent chance, huh? No, I want everything.”

Matthew didn’t deserve my forgiveness, and I was determined to make him pay.

Adrian advised gathering more evidence and preparing for the possibility of a courtroom showdown, so l signed a representation agreement with him. We also discussed some strategies I wanted to employ.

My objective was evident when I left the law firm. Whatever the circumstances, I had to confront them head–on. I needed to rely on myself to change the current situation.

Foremost, I had to regain control over Tanum Corporation. Knowing my enemy inside–out was essential for victory.

I returned to the office since it was the source of Matthew’s success and failure. Every problem stemmed from this place, and I would end it here.

I began reconnecting with old clients, using Johnson as a bridge. Initially, he was reluctant and even a little dishonest. Although it took a while, I discovered his wife’s whereabouts.

On the day she went for a prenatal checkup, I coincidentally went to the same hospital for a gallbladder checkup. The orchestrated chance encounter with Johnson’s wife, Myra Starning, went perfectly.

We even went shopping together and bought numerous baby items for her unborn child. We had a delightful time. I also praised Johnson, mentioning my gratitude for his years of dedication to our

company.

Ultimately, we bought too many things and had to call Johnson to pick Myra up.

As we parted, Johnson witnessed how close Myra and I were. I knew Johnson’s heart must’ve dropped.