My Chaotic Divorce

NEWEST BILLIONAIRE IN TOWN

Hugh gritted his teeth so hard that I could hear it. His face twisted with anger. He slammed his fist against the table before jolting up from his seat. “This won’t be enough!” he yelled, his voice filled with rage.

I smirked, tilting my head slightly. “Are you sure about that? I wonder what Savannah would think.”

His anger vanished in an instant. His whole body tensed. His hands, once clenched in fists, loosened as the weight of my words sank in.

We both knew the truth. If the news got out that the CEO of one of the biggest business empires was having an affair with an employee—who also happened to be the Director—it would be the scandal of the century.

Hugh sat back down in his chair, his face tight with frustration. His lawyer leaned in close, whispering something to him. But Hugh cut him off quickly, his voice sharp. “Shut up. We’ve already lost.”

The lawyer gulped, his eyes widening. He stepped back, no longer offering any advice.

Hugh turned his attention to Tate, his gaze cold. “I’ll give you 70% of my wealth,” he said, trying to sound confident.

Tate and I exchanged a glance. Without hesitation, we both spoke at the same time. “90%.”

Hugh’s eyes widened. “What?” He shouted, disbelief in his voice. “Why is it higher?”

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. “The extra 10% is for wasting my time today.”

Hugh closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He then sighed. “Fine. 80% of my wealth and all my shares at Titan Co. as the annulment.”

He signed the paper and slid it across the table to me.

I picked up the pen with a smile, my hand steady. “Good doing business with you,” I said, adding just a touch of sarcasm.

I could feel the weight of the moment. Just like that, I had become a shareholder in one of the top ten companies in the world.

"Don't think this is over." Hugh approached us. “You played games with us, made us jump through hoops. You don't get to walk away with just a fraction of what you owe.”

Tate nodded, his expression serious but calm. “You should have thought about this before you tried to play us. You didn’t think we’d come this far, did you?”

Hugh's frustration turned to anger. His face turned red, and he clenched his fists. “This isn’t over,” he muttered through gritted teeth, but there was an unmistakable trace of defeat in his voice.

I leaned forward slightly, my gaze unflinching. “It is over. The deal is done. You’ve lost. You gave up your leverage when you underestimated us. Now, you pay the price.”

Hugh’s lawyer stepped forward, visibly nervous but trying to regain some control over the situation. “Mr. Hugh, we need to think about the next steps carefully—”

Hugh cut him off again, his voice low but dangerous. “There are no next steps. We’ve already lost.”

His defeat was palpable. The tension in the room thickened as Hugh sat back down in his chair, his shoulders slumped, the fight gone out of him. His eyes flickered between Tate and me, his gaze lingering on the offer we’d made. He didn’t want to give us what we were asking for, but deep down, he knew he had no choice.

I could feel the weight of the moment settling in. The power had shifted completely. Hugh had underestimated us, thought he could outplay us. But here we were, with the upper hand, ready to take everything he had left. We hadn’t just won; we had dominated.

“You’ll regret this,” Hugh said, but his voice lacked conviction.

Tate didn’t react, his focus on the deal that was now sealed. “I think it’s you who’ll regret it,” he said, his tone cool. “But it’s too late now. This is your new reality.”

We stood up together, making our way toward the door. I glanced back once, just to see the defeated look on Hugh’s face. He knew it was over. He had lost, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

Tate gave me a small nod, acknowledging our victory.

I stood across the street and stared at the Titan Corporation building. The glass walls still gleamed under the sun like they did years ago. Back then, I walked out of that building with nothing—no money, no job, no dignity. But today felt different.

“I can finally start my fashion designer company and brand,” I muttered with a small smile.

“Easy there, tiger,” Tate said beside me, his voice light but his eyes sharp. “Hate to ruin the moment, but we might’ve won the battle, not the war.”

“I know. He’s not done. Not yet.”I said softly, almost to myself. “We’ve only scratched the surface.”