My Wife Killed Me, Now I’m the Apocalypse Billionaire

Chapter 5: Part 2

Zach pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. "Derek specializes in post divorce asset recovery. He's gone after hidden accounts, offshore funds, all kinds of stuff. If Sean made even one mistake with his timing, Derek will find it."

"Call him." Margaret spoke for the first time, her voice sharp and final.

"Already texting him." Zach typed with one thumb, his other hand still resting on Jessica's back. "But listen, babe, lawyers take time. Courts take time. You know what doesn't take time?"

Jessica turned to look at him, her eyebrow raised slightly.

"The internet." Zach's grin widened.

"What do you mean?" Jessica's eyes narrowed, but there was curiosity underneath.

"I mean you record a video. You tell your side of the story. A woman who gave six years of her life to a man who was secretly hoarding wealth, who abandoned his wife and child the moment he got rich. You cry a little, you mention Jack, you talk about how he left you with nothing. The internet eats that stuff alive." Zach was leaning close now, his voice low and smooth.

Jessica stared at him for a long moment. The calculation was already running behind her eyes, Sean could always see it when she was working something out, and right now every gear was turning.

"That could backfire. If people dig into it and find out the timeline..."

"Nobody's going to dig into timelines, Jess. People watch a pretty woman cry about her deadbeat ex husband and they pick up their pitchforks. That's how the internet works." Zach tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice dropping softer. "Trust me on this one."

Margaret uncrossed her arms and leaned forward. "The boy's right. For once he's actually useful. You make that video tonight, Jessica. Make sure you mention the child. Nothing moves people like a mother fighting for her baby."

"Mom." Jessica's voice carried a thin edge of warning.

"What? I'm just saying use what you've got. That man humiliated this family. It's time to humiliate him back." Margaret's eyes were bright and hard.

Jessica looked down at the table for a few seconds, then back up at Zach. He gave her a small nod and squeezed her hand.

"Fine. But I do it my way. No screaming, no ranting. I sit down, I talk calmly, and I let the facts speak for themselves." Jessica pushed back from the table and stood up.

"That's my girl." Zach smiled warmly at her, and she let herself lean into him for just a second before pulling away and heading for the bedroom.

Twenty minutes later, Jessica sat in front of her phone camera in a soft cream sweater, her hair down, minimal makeup, a single framed photo of Jack on the nightstand beside her. She had thought carefully about every detail. The lighting was warm. The background was simple. She looked like a young mother sitting in her modest bedroom, not a woman plotting a financial ambush.

She pressed record and took a shaky breath that she had practiced twice in the mirror.

"Hi everyone. My name is Jessica, and I never thought I'd be making a video like this. But I don't know where else to turn." Her eyes glistened. Not quite tears, but close enough. "Three days ago, my husband of six years asked me for a divorce out of nowhere. He said he wanted nothing. No assets, no custody, nothing. I thought he was having a breakdown, but I respected his wishes."

She paused, looked down, then back at the camera with watery eyes.

"The next day, I found out he won the lottery. Hundreds of millions of dollars. And he had timed the whole thing so that the money would come after the divorce papers were signed. He planned it. He tricked me into signing away my rights, and now he's living in a twelve million dollar mansion while my son and I have nothing."

She held up the photo of Jack. "This is my baby. His father won't even look at him now. He threw us away like garbage the second he got rich. I just want what's fair. For my son. That's all I'm asking."

She ended the video with a long, trembling exhale and tapped the stop button.

Zach was standing in the doorway, arms folded, nodding slowly. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Jessica uploaded the video to TikTok, I*******m, and T*****r within the hour. By midnight, the TikTok alone had crossed two million views. The comments section was a wildfire.

"This man is DISGUSTING. He planned the whole thing."

"Someone find this guy. He needs to pay child support at MINIMUM."

"Girl you need a lawyer. This is financial abuse."

"Name and shame him!! Drop his name!!"

Jessica sat in bed scrolling through the comments, Zach beside her with his arm around her shoulders. The glow of the phone screen lit up her face, and for the first time since the divorce, she looked genuinely pleased.

"Three million views now, babe." Zach kissed her temple. "By morning it'll be ten."

Jessica smiled, then opened her messages and tapped Sean's name. She typed slowly, choosing every word with care.

"Hey Sean. I made a little video about our situation. It's doing really well. 3 million views and counting. If you don't want to share your money, that's fine. I'll just keep posting. Your call."

She hit send, locked her phone, and set it face down on the nightstand. Then she settled back against Zach's chest and closed her eyes, her lips still curved into a small, satisfied smile.