The sun was high when Adrian finally got the news he had been waiting for. Jack was finally arrested. A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he read the report sent by his men. Everything was going according to plan.Adrian took a sip of wine from his crystal glass, completely at ease. He wasn’t going to lose a single cent, especially after Jack had dared to scam and blackmail him. Using his connections, Adrian had set Jack up in a fake investment case. Now, his enemy was rotting behind bars—exactly as planned.Not long after, one of his men walked in with a tense look on his face.“Boss, I’ve got an update,” he said hesitantly.Adrian gave him a sharp look. “Have you found a replacement for Jack? We need someone reliable to finish his job. Jack was completely useless!”The guy swallowed hard, clearly reluctant to deliver the news. “Boss… there’s actually something more urgent.&rdquo

The executives’ faces were filled with satisfaction after Adrian made the decision to fire Celeste. She was just about to say something, but Damien’s voice cut through the room first."Are you guys out of your minds? What kind of bullshit are you spouting?" His voice boomed, filled with anger. "So, you dragged my wife here on her day off just to tell her this crap?"Adrian, dressed in a gray suit, sat across the table and casually snapped his fingers. His assistant immediately got the cue and hurried to the door to call security. But before he could even touch the door handle—BANG!The sturdy wooden door shook violently as Damien kicked it—while still sitting in his wheelchair.Everyone froze. Their eyes widened, breath caught in their throats. No one had expected that the man, rumored to be unable to walk, could do something like that.Celeste, who had been furious, was now more shocked than anyone. Her hand flew to her mouth in disbelief.

That night, the atmosphere in the Stratton family's dining room felt warmer than usual. The dining table was filled with fancy dishes they normally wouldn’t eat. The delicious aroma filled the room, while the chandelier lights highlighted the neatly arranged porcelain and silverware.As always, Damien had prepared everything. But tonight, something felt different. Even Eleanor and George, who were used to Damien’s surprises, sensed that something was off."Is it someone’s birthday?" Eleanor mumbled, glancing at Celeste sitting beside her. But Celeste shook her head, indicating she had no clue why they were having such an extravagant meal.Celeste raised an eyebrow. "If this is to celebrate Novatek separating from Stratton Enterprises, don’t you think it’s a bit much?"Just then, Damien walked out of the kitchen, carrying a huge platter with a giant lobster covered in buttery sauce. His smile was wide, full of triumph. "This i

Damien lowered his head slightly, leaning closer to Celeste, and whispered, "I'll explain everything when we get home. But for now, we need to go in."Celeste wanted to argue, but she knew this wasn't the right time. There were still so many questions in her head, but the most important thing now was how they were going to handle tonight.Damien opened the car door and got out first, maneuvering his wheelchair with ease. With confidence, he rolled himself towards the entrance of the hotel, signaling the others to follow. Celeste finally stepped out, followed by Eleanor, who still looked confused. George hesitated, but after taking a deep breath, he finally got out too.As they walked in, they were greeted with warm welcomes. Familiar faces from the business world smiled at them, though some seemed confused by their presence. The waitstaff bowed respectfully, and soft music played in the background.Eleanor whispered to her husband, "George, is this really

It was a quiet afternoon. George and Celeste were at work, while Eleanor had gone out to meet her friends—other wives of wealthy businessmen in town. The house was almost completely silent, except for the ticking of the clock in Damien and Celeste’s bedroom.Damien sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Ever since Celeste asked for a divorce, they had been sleeping in separate beds, even though they still shared the same room.His eyes drifted to the small bedside table next to Celeste’s bed. The drawer was slightly open, tempting him to take a peek inside. Initially, he only wanted to tidy up the room, but his hand froze when he found something unexpected—a divorce document hidden inside.His heartbeat quickened. His fingers traced over the paper, following the names printed on it. Celeste was serious about this. If she insisted on leaving, Damien knew she would be in danger. She was an easy target for the vultures l