Ascension Of The Almighty General

CHAPTER 5

The entire room fell into a still silence as Scott stepped forward with his fists clenched by his sides.

He stopped in front of the crowd, his broad shoulders squared. Everyone thought he was out of place, his cloths showed it all.

“This company was mine,” he said with a trembling voice.

Some people exchanged looks, having no idea what he was talking about. They looked between themselves constantly trying to understand what he was saying.

“I built it from nothing. With my own hands. With sleepless nights and sacrifices most of you will never understand. What you’re celebrating tonight… is theft.”

A few gasps rippled through the audience. Others stared, confused at what he was saying, while some scoffed, amused by what they assumed was a madman. It sounded stupid, how could someone dressed like that own this kind of company? 

Gale Harrington stood still for a moment on the stage. Then he chuckled. Loudly.

“Alright,” he said, smirking as he descended the steps. “Who let the village storyteller in here? Someone’s clearly had too much cheap whiskey.”

Gale didn’t know Scott in person. He had no idea the man standing in front of him used to be Laura’s husband. Laura only told him about Scott, but she didn’t even show him a picture of him.

Scott’s jaw tightened, but he stayed calm.

“You took what wasn’t yours,” Scott said, locking eyes with him. “I built this from scratch. I was the one who started it. I was the one who gave her everything.”

Gale waved him off like a buzzing fly.

“I have no time for delusions tonight,” he said loudly, turning to the uniformed officers stationed at the side. “Officers! Kindly escort this lunatic out of here before he ruins someone’s dessert.”

The two officers stepped forward immediately, firm hands reaching for Scott’s arms.

Scott didn’t resist. “Wait,” he said. “Just hear me out. This company… my name was once on the founding documents. The title, the shares, the deeds, everything was—”

The first officer cut him off with a shake of the head. “Sir, we’re not here to debate. This venue has legal protection. The documents presented show Laura Grayson as the official owner and lawful seller. The transaction is binding.”

The second officer produced a printed file, flipping it open.

“Signed and notarized. Sold with full consent and authority. If you have an issue, you’ll need to take it up in court.”

Scott glanced at the papers. His eyes scanned the names. Laura Grayson. Her signature was truly there, staring back at him like a slap. He was the one that personally gave her everything.

He felt anger and regret rising through him like fire.

It was true.

He had given her everything before prison. Out of love. Out of blind, stupid trust. He had handed over the company, the house, the cars—all of it, believing she would keep it safe. That she would wait.

Instead, she sold it all.

And now here he stood, having everything he had worked for in his former life thrown into someone else’s possession.

He could’ve yelled. Could’ve flipped the tables. Could’ve dragged Gale off the stage and reminded everyone exactly who he was.

But he didn’t.

Not because he couldn’t but because he knew it would only make him look like a madman. Gale had the crowd. Laura had the papers. And the law was on their side For now.

With composure, he stepped back, raised his hands slightly, and nodded to the officers.

“It’s fine,” he said hoarsely. “I’m leaving.”

The crowd parted as he walked out, some people were still whispering, some chuckling softly.

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After leaving the venue, Scott hung around for just a few hours, before he finally decided it was time to go back to Laura’s new address again.

The mansion looked even bigger to him this time around.

Scott sat alone on the edge of the fence just outside the gates with his elbows on his knees and his fingers fingers put together. His head was lowered slightly.

He remembered painting the gates with Laura. Laughing as she accidentally spilled a bucket of paint on his boots. He remembered the first night they moved in, sleeping on the floor with nothing but a mattress, promising to build a life together.

And now... she was somewhere in a different man’s house all because of what? All because he went to jail for her? probably laughing again—with another man. A man who had used Scott’s name, his wealth, his legacy, to create a his empire.

A lie everyone now believed.

As he sat there, a gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Evening, sir.”

Scott looked up slowly. A younger security guard, dressed neatly in a navy uniform, approached from inside the gate.

“I don’t mean to disturb you,” the guard said respectfully, “but I noticed you’ve been sitting here a while. Can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Laura,” Scott said, his voice was calm.

The guard nodded slowly. “Ah. Mrs. Harrington. I’m afraid she’s not home at the moment. She left about an hour ago with Mr. Harrington. They went to the central bank downtown. Something about a deposit related to tonight’s event.”

Scott gave a short nod, staring ahead.

“She’ll be back soon,” the guard added, sensing something strong but not asking.

Scott didn’t reply.

He sat still for a long while after that. The minutes dragged like hours until it was 9:00 pm

Just then, all of a sudden, he heard the sound of a car approaching the house.

Headlights turned the corner and glided toward the mansion gates.

Scott stood up slowly, recognizing the vehicle instantly.

It wasn’t just any car.

It was his.

A black Bentley Continental GT. Midnight black paint, silver trims, custom leather seats. He had worked for five years straight without a vacation to afford that car. It had been his dream—to own something that represented his success. It was more than a car. It was a piece of his journey.

And now… it was pulling into the mansion like it had never belonged to him at all.

The gates opened.

The Bentley rolled past him.

Behind the wheel, with one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, was his ex wife, Laura.

She looked different. Sharper and Richer than he remembered her to be. She had used his sweat to build another man’s dream. And they both were enjoying the wealth now.

She didn’t even glance at Scott as she drove by.

In the passenger seat sat Gale Harrington. He wasn’t even looking outside. His attention was on his phone, his fingers tapping casually, probably checking how much richer they had become that day.

Scott didn’t move. He didn’t shout. He didn’t bang on the gate.

He just watched, watched as they parked his car in their driveway.