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Malcolm's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor. The coworkers around him scattered like they were avoiding the plague.Winnie let out a shrill scream. "Raven Stone, you're slandering him! Malcolm would never do something like that! This is defamation!"She charged toward the stage, wanting to claw at me, but the security guards held her back with practiced ease.Fred was furious, too. He barked at the top of his lungs, "Security! Where the hell is security? Get this crazy woman out of here!"Unfortunately for them, the security at the venue had already been "invited" by my people to take a nice, long coffee break. Right now, I was the one in control.I looked at Winnie, my gaze cold. "The police will get to the bottom of this and let everyone know whether I'm slandering anyone. Oh, I forgot to mention that I've already called the cops. They should be here any minute now."My words hit Fred and Winnie like a bolt of lightning. They were dumbfounded.Winnie's face went fro

Fred stared at the divorce papers in my hand, his eyes turning bloodshot. "You want me to walk away with nothing? What gives you the right, Raven? I built this company from the ground up! You're not taking a cent from me!"He seemed to have forgotten he was about to be taken away by the police.Looking at him, I felt nothing but contempt. "Fred, did you forget where the startup capital for this company came from? When your first business crashed and you were drowning in debt, who used her wedding gifts to pay it off? Who even mortgaged the only apartment her parents left her?"In the first three years, when the company couldn't land a single contract and was on the verge of going under, who quit a high-paying job to come here as a sales rep, closing deal after deal to keep this place alive?"Every word I said was a sledgehammer that slammed right into Fred's heart. His lips moved, but he couldn't refute a single thing because it was all true.On paper, he was the company's legal r

The annual dinner ended on a sour note. I had the administrative department handle the aftermath, then went back to the place that I used to call home.When I pushed the door open, the whole place felt icy cold. My wedding photo with Fred was still hanging in the most prominent spot in the living room. In the picture, we were smiling so sweetly. Now, it just looked ironic.I spent the whole night packing up everything that belonged to Fred and throwing it out. His clothes, his shoes, his collection of expensive figurines, and all those so-called tonics Connie kept sending over every few days, supposedly to "nourish my body". All of it went straight into the trash.By the time I was done, the sky was already getting light. I took a shower, changed into fresh clothes, and went to the office.The entire company was on edge. News of Fred being taken away by the police had spread like wildfire to every corner. Many people were worried that the company would go out of business and that t

The press conference had an immediate effect. Public opinion flipped overnight. I went from being the "vicious wife" to the pitied "queen of revenge".Fred and Winnie, on the other hand, became public enemies. Everyone wanted a piece of them. Fred's "letter of remorse" also turned into a joke. The comments under it were nothing but mockery and insults."You're hands down the best actor of the year!""You can't perform in bed, and you blame your wife for it? A scumbag's logic is really something.""I feel bad for Ms. Stone. Imagine marrying such a loser."The company's stock price miraculously stopped plummeting and started to rebound. Potential partners who'd wanted to reconsider were now calling one after another, eager to work with us again.Fred panicked. He never imagined I had this much dirt on him, let alone that I would dare expose it all. He called me, his voice on the phone a furious roar."Raven Stone, you're insane! You ruined me!"I listened calmly and then said, "I

I saw Fred again on the day of the hearing. He'd lost weight, and he looked haggard. The once spirited CEO of a company now sat slumped in his seat, his gaze shifty.His lawyer was still putting up a dying struggle, trying to claim that everything we owned after getting married, including my 70% stake in the company, counted as marital property and should be split in half.My attorney, though, was Rita Ford, known in the industry as the Goddess of Divorce. She didn't even spare the opposing counsel a glance as she placed a thick stack of documents in front of the judge, her movements steady and unhurried."Your Honor, this is the prenuptial agreement between my client and Mr. Colson, notarized by a top law firm. The agreement clearly states that 70% of the shares belong to my client as her separate, premarital property. Any income generated from those shares is also hers alone."These are the bank records of my client's investments in the company. The funds came from her parents an