Divorce Me, Look Who Wants Me Back Now

Chapter 3: Welcome To Your Inheritance

Hailey's POV

I straightened, and that’s when I saw it, the spectacle I’d been trying not to look at.

Black umbrellas spread across the hilltop like a carefully planned design, designer fabrics gripped by gloved hands. Polished shoes that probably cost more than my car sank into the grass without leaving a mark. Everything was immaculate, so curated it felt unreal, like a scene staged for effect. Cameras lined the iron gates, lenses trained inward, capturing every tear, every embrace, every perfectly calculated moment of public grief.

Cyrus Ramsey’s funeral wasn’t a service. It was a performance. A coronation in reverse.

The casket sat beneath a canopy of white roses—thousands of them, layered and pristine, their scent thick in the air. A string quartet played something slow and elegant, a piece I didn’t recognize but knew had been chosen for its drama. At the front, his widow clutched a black handkerchief to her face. Her shoulders shook with sobs that came at all the right moments, delicate and controlled, as if rehearsed.

She didn’t know me. She didn’t glance my way.

And I was certain she didn’t know I existed.

“Ms. Ramsey?”

I turned. A woman in a tailored gray suit stood beside me, perfectly composed, like she belonged wherever she decided to be. Sharp cheekbones. Sharper eyes.

“I’m Georgina Cruz,” she said. “We spoke on the phone.” She extended her hand. “Thank you for coming.”

“I almost didn’t,” I said, shaking her hand briefly. Her grip was firm, efficient. Gio tugged at my coat, already drifting toward the sea of white flowers, and I pulled him back to my side without thinking.

Georgina’s gaze dropped to him. Took him in. Her eyes lingered a second too long.

“I wasn’t aware you had other relatives.”

“He’s five,” I said. “I’m not leaving him with strangers.” My tone came out harder than I meant, edged with something defensive.

“Of course.” She nodded, but her attention flicked back to Gio again, pausing on his eyes before returning to mine. “The will reading is tomorrow. One p.m. My office.”

I swallowed. “What exactly am I walking into?”

Her mouth curved, just slightly, not a smile. “A feeding frenzy. Your father’s estate is… substantial. There are multiple parties with vested interests.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”

“Meaning everyone wants a piece,” she said calmly, “and you’re standing between them and billions.” She reached into her pocket, pulled out a card, and pressed it into my hand. “Don’t be late, Ms. Ramsey. And please, prepare yourself. This won’t be pleasant.”

I glanced down at the card, then back up.

She was already gone, melting seamlessly into the crowd.

Ramsey & Associates occupied three floors of a shining glass building that seemed to scrape the sky. The kind of place that made you feel small before you even stepped inside. The lobby alone probably cost more than everything I’d ever owned put together, marble floors, steel accents, the air smelling faintly of something expensive and clean.

“Wow.” Gio’s eyes went wide as he tilted his head back, staring at the crystal chandelier hanging above us. “Are we in a castle?”

“Something like that,” I said, squeezing his hand a little tighter as we crossed the floor. My shoes sounded too loud against the marble. I suddenly became aware of every scuff, every worn edge.

The woman behind the reception desk looked us over slowly, from my shoes to Gio’s backpack, her expression saying everything she thought before her mouth ever moved.

“Can I help you?” she asked, already sounding bored. Almost irritated.

“Hailey Ramsey,” I said, straightening my shoulders. “I have a one p.m. appointment.”

Something shifted immediately. Her posture changed. Her eyes flicked back to the screen, then up to me again, sharper now.

“Of course,” she said. “Top floor. Ms. Cruz is expecting you.”

She gestured toward the elevators, suddenly polite, suddenly careful.

The elevator ride felt unreal, like stepping into someone else’s life. The doors slid shut without a sound, and the floor began to rise. Gio pressed his face against the glass, breath fogging it slightly.

“Look, Mommy,” he whispered, watching the city shrink beneath us. “We’re so high.”

I watched the numbers climb and wondered how far I could fall.

"Mommy are we rich now"

The question hit like a slap. "What? No. Why would you say that?"

"The lady at the funeral said we were gonna be rich. That the dead man left us everything."

Ice flooded my veins. "What lady, Gio?"

"The one that was busy crying. She was talking to the man Gray one, and said...." He pressed his lips together tightly, , trying to remember. "She said 'that bastard left everything to his bastard daughter.'"

The elevator doors opened.

The conference room was full, a long table surrounded by people in suites that cost more than my annual income. They all turned when we entered, and the weight of their gaze nearly made me want to turn back to the hallway.

His widow sat at the head, dressed like they'd stepped out of a fashion magazine, she looking at me like I was something infectious. Board members lined the sides, men with silver hair and women with surgical precision faces, all watching.

"Ms. Ramsey." Georgina stood at the far end, documents spread before her. "Please,sit."

I moved to the empty chair, Gio pressed against my side. Every step felt like walking through quicksand.

"Is that a child?" Her voice dripped with hate.

" He's my son." I pulled Gio into the lsp, wrapping his arms around him protectively.

Georgina's mouth twitched. "Let's Begin."

She opened the leather, and the room fell into tense, suffocating silence.

"We're here for the reading of Cyrus Ramsey's last will and testament, excuted four months before he died he did that With three separate times."

"Four months?" the stepson, moved forward. "He was barely functioning four months ago. This entire thing needs to be thrown out..."

"Your stepfather," Georgina's voice reminded calm. " Was evaluated by three mature physicians. Complete mental competency. Would you like to see the documentation, or should we continue?"

His jaw clicked together, but he sat still.

Georgina turned pages with deliberate slowness. " The estate of Cyprus Ramsey is valued 3.9 Billionaire dollar. It includes the controlling shares controlling of Ramsey's industries portfolios, and various holdings." She paused. "However, the primary asset, one hundred percent ownership of Ramsey Industries, passes to a single beneficiary."

The room stopped breathing.

The window fingers dug into the armrests. The board members leaned forward like wolves. Georgina eyes found mine across the table.

''The sole heiress is Hailey Ramsey. His son can provide accomodation. " She paused" By blood and by law, uncomplicated by paternal disputes or claims. Effective immediately, Ms. Ramsey is the owner and controlling shareholder of Ramsey Industries and all associated assets."

The world exploded

The window screamed something I couldn't process. The brothers both lunged to their feet, their faces twisted with rage. Board members erupted into chaos, voices overlapping, shouting about legal challenges and company stability and impossible decisions.

But I couldn't hear any of it.

Couldn't process anything except the impossible, devastating truth.

My father, the man who called me an embarrassment. Who'd abandoned you.

3.8 billion dollars. His entire empire.

"Mommy?" Gio small voice cut through the noise. " Why is everyone with shouting?"

I looked down at his perfect face, and something inside me cracked and reformed simultaneously.

"Because everything just changed, baby."

Georgiana smiled across the table, sharp and knowing.

"Welcome to your inheritance, Ms. Ramsey."