From Disgraced Son-In-Law to Billionaire King

Chapter 6: The Call That Changes Everything

“Get out of here, Cayden. You have no place in this family anymore!" It's too direct, like he didn't do anything good for them.

“I said leave! Don’t drag this out any longer.”

“I…” Cayden’s voice was faint, almost lost under the harshness of their words. His eyes moved toward Isabella, searching for a sign. He's hoping that she might run onto him, but it didn't happen.

“Isabella, can you at least look at me once?” She kept her head lowered. She did not speak nor look at him.

Cayden’s hands tightened around the divorce papers. “So it’s true. This is the end.”

“Stop talking and go.” Her father’s tone was final.

Cayden’s lips trembled, but he gave no answer. He turned, opened the door, and stepped outside. The villa door shut behind him with a dull sound, leaving him alone under the pouring rain.

“Why does it have to be like this…” he muttered, his words blending with the storm. He's blaming himself for being useless, for being poor.

The water fell hard on his hair, jacket, and the papers he carried close to his chest. He walked slowly along the stone path, as his shoes splashing in puddles. Each step felt heavy, he can't just endure the rejection he had just faced, especially from the woman he thought loved him as well.

At the gate, his knees buckled. He sank onto the wet curb, his back hunched forward, he hugged the paper tightly, like it can absorb all the pain he's feeling, as his breaths came unsteady.

“Was I really that useless?” His voice cracked as he spoke to the empty night. “Was I nothing but a burden to them? To her?”

No answer came. Only the sound of the downpour filled his side. His hands shook, his grip on the documents tightening as though they might slip away.

“I gave her everything I could,” he whispered. “I stayed, even when they called me worthless. I endured all of it because I loved her. But in the end… it still wasn’t enough.”

The rain soaked through the thin paper, blurring the ink. His vision blurred too, and stinging. His heart felt hollow on that moment , the finality of her signature is just a proof that she really doesn't love him.

He bowed his head lower, whispering again, “I was never good enough, was I?”

His body trembled with exhaustion. His breaths were shallow. Then, through the storm, a sudden vibration jolted him.

Ring. Ring.

The sound came from his pocket. His phone glowed against the dark, the screen showing an unknown number.

He stared at it for a moment, uncertain if he had the strength to answer. But the ringing continued. Slowly, he pulled it out, pressed the screen, and lifted it to his ear.

“Hello,” he said quietly, his voice weak.

“Am I speaking to Mr. Cayden Ramirez?”

“Yes… this is Cayden.”

“This is Attorney Lopez,” the voice continued. “I am calling on behalf of the Ramirez family estate. It is about your grandfather, Mr. Zayn Ramirez.”

Cayden sat up slightly, water dripping from his hair. “My grandfather?”

“I am sorry to inform you that he passed away early this morning.”

Cayden’s throat tightened. His eyes shut as the words sank in. “So… he’s gone.”

“I understand this is painful news,” the lawyer said steadily, “but there is something important I must explain. Your grandfather left behind a final will. In it, you are named as his heir.”

Cayden blinked, struggling to process. “His… heir?”

“Yes,” Attorney Lopez confirmed. “You have been appointed as the sole successor to his estate. This includes his companies, investments, and all personal assets. The scale of the inheritance is significant. You are now the legal heir to everything he left behind.”

Cayden froze, raindrops rolling down his pale face. Cayden's lips parted, but his voice was faint. “W-Why me?”

“Your grandfather’s instructions were clear,” the lawyer replied. “He believed in you, Mr. Ramirez. He entrusted everything to your name. We need you to come to our office tomorrow morning for the reading of the will. The process will begin immediately after.”

“I… I don’t understand,” Cayden whispered. His free hand trembled, still clutching the crumpled divorce papers.

“There will be time to explain,” the lawyer said. “For now, I only ask that you prepare yourself. Again, my condolences. I will see you tomorrow morning.”

The call ended with a soft click, leaving only the storm around him.

Cayden slowly lowered the phone, staring blankly at the soaked ground. His heart pounded unevenly, torn between grief and disbelief. His grandfather, the only person who had ever treated him with kindness, was gone. Yet that same man had left him everything.

His hand loosened. The papers slipped from his grasp.

The bundle hit the ground with a dull sound. Rain spread across the sheets. Isabella’s name blurred, her signature dissolving on the paper.

Cayden stared at them, motionless. His breaths quickened. He leaned forward.

“Why me, Grandfather?” His whisper was lost in the rain.

The water kept falling, erasing the lines and shapes on the documents until they were nothing more than streaks of ink on soaked paper.

His hands shook as he pressed them against his knees. His mind spun with fragments of memory, his grandfather’s stern voice, the rare but firm pats on his shoulder, the words that once told him to endure even when the world mocked him.

Now those words returned, colliding with the cruel voices of his in-laws, the heartless Isabella, and the lawyer’s declaration that he was heir to a fortune. He bowed his head, his body is trembling.

The divorce papers lay ruined at his feet. The future his in-laws had forced upon him was already washed away. Yet another path, unexpected, had just opened before him. Cayden could only sit there, frozen.

His grandfather was gone. His marriage was gone. And now, everything was about to change...