Vincent's pov
I stood frozen in the ballroom, unable to move and process what I'd just heard.
Rachel Horton.
The CEO I’d been preparing to confront wasn’t a man. It was Rachel.
My Rachel was the CEO of Horton Group.
The woman I'd married, the woman I'd dismissed, the woman I'd thought was dead, she was running a multi-billion dollar conglomerate.
She was the one who'd stolen my land deal, turned Mr. Seinfeld against me and systematically dismantled every plan I'd made.
And she'd done it all while I'd been wearing her necklace and drowning in guilt.
I watched as Rachel climbed onto the stage, smiling sweetly at the crowd. She looked radiant, confident, powerful. Nothing like the quiet, uncertain woman who used to wait for me to come home or the wife who'd looked at me with such des
