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Chapter_43
Orchestrating a Chance Meeting
That night, I managed to push through the trauma, lying on the bed that had become a symbol of everything wrong in my life. To keep myself grounded, I repeated the mantra: overcoming this was just the first step toward my revenge.
When Matthew leaned over, hoping for affection, I pushed him away. “I’m on my period. Don’t bother me, please.”
He sighed, looking slightly defeated, but still trying to salvage his image. “I know it’s my fault you’re upset. Please don’t be mad.”
“Go to sleep,” I replied coolly, my mind far away. “My thoughts are with my dad, I don’t even know how he’s doing. There’s nothing to be mad about. Please spare me the drama.”
He smiled weakly, leaning in for a peck. “Don’t worry. Things will work out.”
I clenched my hand under the covers, repulsed. My disgust for him had grown beyond what I thought was possible. The thought of him with his sister made my skin crawl, but I couldn’t let my emotions destroy everything. If I had exposed his infidelity, I would’ve torn apart his family’s reputation—but I needed to reclaim what was mine first. I couldn’t afford to rush in recklessly.
The money was gone, the house wasn’t even under my name, and I’d promised Ava a better life. I couldn’t break that promise, not when there was still hope.
The next morning, I met with Adrian to go over the evidence I’d gathered, along with the financial data. After hearing me out, Adrian’s surprise was evident, but he analyzed the situation from a legal perspective.
Despite the overwhelming proof of Matthew’s infidelity, Adrian told me my chances of winning were still only fifty percent. Matthew had managed the company for years, and that gave him an upper hand. I inquired if sibling relations would help my case, but Adrian clarified that such claims would need to confirm blood ties, which would only lead to moral condemnation, not legal retribution. It didn’t matter who Matthew had cheated with—it wouldn’t change the outcome unless I had more concrete evidence.
I repeated Adrian’s words to myself, “Fifty percent? No, I want everything.” Matthew didn’t deserve forgiveness, and I wasn’t going to give it to him. He would pay for what he had done.
Adrian suggested I gather more evidence and prepare for a potential courtroom battle, which led me to sign a representation agreement with him. We also discussed possible strategies, but my objective was clear: I would confront them, head-on. I would rely on myself to fix everything.
Regaining control over Tanum Corporation was the first priority. If I understood my enemy completely, I could find a way to defeat them.
I returned to the office, where Matthew’s empire was both built and threatened. The place that had given him his success had also allowed his betrayals to flourish. I knew the end of all my problems started here.
I reconnected with old clients, using Johnson as an intermediary. At first, he was hesitant and even a bit evasive, but eventually, I managed to find out where his wife was.
Coincidentally, the day Myra Starning, Johnson’s wife, went for a prenatal checkup, I had a gallbladder checkup scheduled at the same hospital. I carefully orchestrated the encounter, making sure it looked accidental. Myra and I hit it off immediately. We went shopping together, buying numerous baby items for her unborn child, and had a pleasant time. I even made sure to praise Johnson, mentioning how grateful I was for his dedication to our company over the years.
Eventually, we bought so much that we had to call Johnson to pick us up. As we parted ways, I noticed the shift in his demeanor. Johnson must’ve realized just how close Myra and I had become. Seeing the concern on his face told me everything I needed to know.
I could almost feel the weight of his disappointment, but it didn’t matter. I was one step closer to my goal.