During my divorce hearing, the judge ruled that I would leave the courtroom with nothing. My husband stood beside his mistress wearing a smug expression that made it obvious he thought he had already won. “We’ll see how you and that baby survive without me,” he sneered. I lowered my head and swallowed the humiliation, until the courtroom doors suddenly exploded open. A billionaire walked inside, his eyes locked directly on me. “Without you, my daughter and grandchild will live like royalty.” The smile vanished from my husband’s face instantly.

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The loud laughter in the room died instantly.

Patrick turned around to look at the door.

Every bit of color drained from his face in a second.

“Serena?” he stammered out. “What are you doing here? The news reported you were resting at home.”

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He looked around at his colleagues, quickly trying to put on the act of a caring husband.

“Sweetheart, you should not be moving around like this. The baby—”

“Do not take a single step closer to me,” I said coldly.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

I walked directly to the head of the long boardroom table, breathing through a sudden contraction, and placed my leather briefcase onto the dark wood.

“I am not here to discuss our personal life, Mr. Sterling,” I said clearly. “I am standing here as the Vice President of Acquisitions for the syndicate that funded your emergency loan. I am officially declaring your loan in default and calling in the fifty million dollars immediately.”

Patrick let out a nervous laugh.

“You cannot do that. The funds were transferred an hour ago. The legal agreement gives my firm five full years to repay the balance.”

“Section Four, Paragraph B,” I stated smoothly. “Immediate acceleration of the loan and forfeiture of all pledged collateral in the event of pre-existing, undisclosed corporate fraud.”

His mouth dropped open in shock.

“Fraud?” he stuttered out. “My financial records are completely clean!”

“Your records are completely fabricated.”

I opened the briefcase and tossed a thick folder of financial audits onto the table.

“Our forensic team discovered the four million dollars you secretly stole from your client pension funds to cover Chloe’s debts and maintain your lifestyle.”

The entire boardroom erupted into frantic whispers and shocked looks.

Patrick staggered backward, his hands shaking violently.

“You are officially in default,” I said, looking him dead in the eye.

I took a step closer, ignoring the intense wave of pain tearing through my lower body.

“I now own this investment firm. I own your penthouse. I own your luxury cars. I own the chair you were sitting in a moment ago. Based on the exact terms of your agreement, you walk away today with absolute nothing.”

His knees buckled under him.

He fell to the floor, grabbing the edge of the table as tears filled his eyes.

“Serena, please! I will be sent to prison! I am the father of your child! You cannot do this to me!”

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During my divorce hearing, the judge ruled that I would leave the courtroom with nothing. My husband stood beside his mistress wearing a smug expression that made it obvious he thought he had already won. “We’ll see how you and that baby survive without me,” he sneered. I lowered my head and swallowed the humiliation, until the courtroom doors suddenly exploded open. A billionaire walked inside, his eyes locked directly on me. “Without you, my daughter and grandchild will live like royalty.” The smile vanished from my husband’s face instantly.
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