A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 67:

I narrowed my eyes, interrupting her usual self-absorbed yapping. “Vanessa, focus. This isn’t about you.”

She frowned, leaning back in her chair. “Fine. But you should know that Alex has been acting weird lately. Like, pining after Raina. It’s almost like he wants her back or something.”

Her words hit me like a slap, and I nearly screamed in frustration. “That bitch is ruining everything!”

Vanessa recoiled slightly, but I wasn’t done. “She knows, Vanessa. About Liam.”

Her expression faltered, her lips parting in that telltale way that meant she was hiding something.

“What?” I demanded, narrowing my eyes.noveldrama

“Well…” Vanessa hesitated, then blurted, “She found her phone. Technically, the SD card with the recording.”

My blood ran cold. “What recording?”

Vanessa fidgeted under my glare, finally admitting, “The one Raina made of you while you were… you know, trying to hurt Liam.”

I froze. Alex could never see that recording. If he did, he wouldn’t hesitate—he’d kill me with his bare hands.

I forced a calm I didn’t feel and said through gritted teeth, “I’ll figure out how to get it back. Don’t screw this up any more than you already have.”

After leaving the café, I didn’t waste any time. Vanessa had been useful, but her inability to think beyond her petty vendettas made her a liability. If I wanted to pull this off, I had to rely on someone much more reliable.

Slipping into the back seat of my car, I scrolled through my phone and called Alex’s secretary. The little mole had proven her worth time and again, eager to feed me tidbits in exchange for a few well-placed compliments and the occasional gift.

When she answered, her voice was hesitant, almost unsure. “Hello, Miss Eliza.”

I didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Tell me,” I said curtly, “what’s on Alex’s schedule this week?”

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: gαlոօѵɛʟs.ϲօʍ

There was a brief pause, the sound of shuffling papers in the background.

“Um… I’m not sure I should—”

“Don’t waste my time,” I cut her off sharply. “I’ve kept your secrets, haven’t I? Do you want me to reconsider our little arrangement?”

Her silence was answer enough. After a moment, she sighed.

“There’s a charity event at the end of the week. It’s… a big one. Everyone who’s anyone will be there. The Grahams are the headliners.”

Perfect.

I leaned back, a smile tugging at my lips as I imagined Raina’s downfall unfolding like a beautifully orchestrated play.

“Thank you,” I said, my tone suddenly sweet. “You’ve been very helpful, as always.”

I ended the call and stared out the window, my mind already racing with possibilities.

“Just you wait, Raina,” I murmured, the venom in my voice surprising even me. “I’ll make you the laughingstock of society.”

The thought of her losing that carefully crafted image of perfection filled me with glee. It wasn’t enough to simply embarrass her—I needed to destroy her, to leave her so humiliated that she wouldn’t dare show her face in public again.

As soon as I got home, I began planning. The charity event was only days away, which meant every detail had to be perfect.

First, I called my designer and ordered a dress that would guarantee all eyes were on me. It had to be stunning, elegant, and just provocative enough to remind everyone that I was a force to be reckoned with.

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