Unwanted Wife's Ultimate Vengeance

brink. Edwardo's relentless campaign had crippled us. Investors were pulling out, contracts were being terminated, and the public smear campaign continued

family. My former grandfather-in-law. My heart pounded with a mix of dread and faint hope. H

old money and power. Grafton sat behind a massive mahogany desk, his face grim, his e

rprisingly gentle. "I am truly

sting to my eyes. "Thank you, sir. But I

ne too far this time. He's blinded by that Shields woman. He al

said, my voice flat. "The marriage is over. I

, for both families." His eyes held a genuine sorrow. "But I also know Ben is innocent. Edwardo's narrative i

. "He simply tried to expose Cassie Shields for the fraud she is, sir. He wa

And yours. I will not have my grandson's foolishness tarnish the Steele name further." He looked at me, his gaze sharp. "What do you

. I want its assets unfrozen. I want lines of credit restored. And

eyes scrutinizing

ement regarding Edwardo's affairs and his... eccentricities. And I will leave the city, leave the country if neces

n, his family' s image, against the survival of a smaller, beleaguered company. A painful sacrific

ed. And the public narrative will shift. But understand this, Blair. T

t a hollow victory. A futu

o. He stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, a

s begging to grandfather,"

ve what you tried to destroy, E

He laughed, a short, humorless sound. "I've already destroyed your family, Blair. Your b

troy us. You just showed me what a monster you truly are. And my brother, c

hat little you have left. I can still ensure your brother rots in a fe

I have faith in people, Edwardo. Something you wil

e told me everything, Edwardo! She confessed to working wit

it was quickly masked by anger. "Cassie would never do su

ly blind. You choose to believe the lies because it's easier than facing the tru

Blair," he sneered. "D

e. "But the memory of your cruelty

ace a thundercloud. My heart was a stone in my c

Lines of credit were re-established. The public narrative slowly began to shift, painting Ben as a victim o

Blair," he whispered one evening, his voice weak but excited, "I found it. A recording. Cassie's c

You did it, Ben! Y

ategically. A leak to a trusted, independent journalist. The recordin

plan. Her casual contempt for Edwardo. Her gleeful admission of framing Ben. Her chillin

utation, already shaky, plummeted. Cassie Shields became

d from the internet. Edwardo, with his vast resources and power

ields. The results were swift and undeniable. Ben Pena was officially exonerated. Cassie Shields was charged with mu

ce report. He was pacing, his face haggard. Cassie, defi

y. "It's over. Ben is free. Cassie is charged. An

"You can't do this, Blair! You can't accuse Cassi

port. "And so does the recording. She confessed,

, don't listen to her! She's

e torn. He was finally seeing the truth,

his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. "Afte

ed you. She almost destroyed everything you had. And she almost killed my brother." I loo

lair! I won't let you!" He took a step towards me, his eyes burning. "I'll do everything

vering. "Try me, Edwardo. Because this time, I ha