Elena had seen betrayal before—but not like this.
HR informed her that an anonymous report had been filed accusing her of internal fraud. Her access to company systems was temporarily frozen pending an investigation.
Adrian didn't call. Didn't text.
Just silence.
She stood in the empty corridor outside the boardroom, heels echoing softly as she stared at the Rivera Group logo engraved on the wall.
This used to be home.
Now it was a battlefield.
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That evening, she returned to the penthouse.
A courier was waiting with a large envelope.
Inside—divorce settlement documents.
Cold. Unapologetic.
Standard payout. No acknowledgment of her years of contribution, personal or professional.
And tucked behind the final page… a photograph.
A blurry image of Adrian with Claire at a private resort.
Elena's hands trembled—but not from heartbreak.
From the clarity of rage.
⸻
She poured herself a glass of wine, then lit the photo on fire over the sink.
As the flames licked the edges, she whispered:
"Adrian Rivera, you want war? I'll give you a legacy to regret."
Her phone rang.
Damian again.
This time, she answered.