2026-08-11 20:30:53Chapter 2
Sandra pulled a heavy manila folder from her leather briefcase and slammed it onto the glass table, sliding it aggressively across the polished wood until it hit Liam’s chest. "I want a divorce," she said, her voice completely devoid of emotion. "The papers are already drafted. Sign them." A harsh, mocking laugh burst from the female director sitting near the head of the table. "Finally! Honestly, Sandra , we’ve all been waiting for this day. You deserve a real man who actually matches your status, not a parasitic dog clinging to your designer coat heels." "He’s lived off your dime for years," Julian added, crossing his arms and smirking at Liam. "Look at him standing there, frozen like a frightened rabbit. He knows the free ride is over. Back to the soup kitchens for you, church rat!" Sandra stepped closer to Liam, her eyes burning with a mixture of cold disdain and disgust. "I’ve outgrown you, Liam. Years ago, in fact. Looking back at our marriage, you were never my partner. You were nothing but a mere, pathetic phase." Her assistant snatched an expensive Montblanc pen from the table and tossed it at Liam’s chest. It struck his faded shirt and clattered to the floor. "Pick it up, sign it, and disappear," the assistant hissed, glaring at him as if he were venomous roadkill. Liam’s hands trembled visibly as he bent down to pick up the pen. Slowly, he flipped through the harsh, clinical pages of the divorce settlement. Every line was designed to strip him of his dignity and throw him into the street with nothing. Not a single word of gratitude for three years of taking care of her house, cooking her meals, and standing by her side. Not a single acknowledgment of his devotion. Just calculated, cold detachment. While he stood there in a silent stupor, trying to process the sheer depth of her cruelty, Sandra turned her back on him and addressed the entire boardroom. "I built this multi-billion dollar empire with my own sweat, intellect, and talent!" she proclaimed, her voice echoing with pride. She turned back around, pointing a sharp, manicured nail directly at Liam’s face. "And you? You were nothing more than background noise in my success story. Moreover, my real man will be arriving shortly—the sole heir to the most prestigious, powerful clan in this entire city." The boardroom erupted into enthusiastic applause. The directors cheered her on, showering her with praise while throwing direct, unhidden jabs at Liam. "Congratulations, CEO Sandra !" "Good riddance to the dead weight!" "A stray dog can never become a lion!" Liam stared at the woman he had loved more than his own life. The deep, agonizing heartbreak in his chest slowly hardened into an icy, impenetrable composure. He set the papers on the edge of the table, gritted his teeth, and signed his name with a swift, steady stroke. He capped the pen, looked directly into Sandra ’s eyes, and spoke in a voice so soft and calm it chilled the air in the room. "Then from today onward... I’ll make you understand that even background noise can possess irreplaceable importance." Julian burst into a roar of laughter. "Listen to the beggar making threats! What are you going to do, sweep the floors harder?" Ignoring the mocking laughter echoing behind him, Liam turned around and walked out of the boardroom without hesitation. He walked past the sneering eyes of the staff, down the private elevator, and stepped out into the brisk cold of the street—humiliated, stripped of his reputation, but entirely free. Standing on the bustling sidewalk, Liam pulled his phone from his pocket. He scrolled past years of photos showing Sandra ’s bright smile before opening a hidden, encrypted folder on the device. Inside lay the master shareholding documents. Every shell company that held controlling interest in Sandra 's enterprise belonged directly to him. He had handed her an empire on a silver platter while playing the useless husband in the background. A bitter, painful chuckle escaped his lips as he stared at the screen. "To think I rejected my family, my wealth, and my entire life... just for you," he muttered, his chest aching with lingering pain. Suddenly, his phone vibrated violently in his palm. Liam froze. The incoming call showed a private, international number he hadn't seen in ten long years. Ten years ago, after an intense conflict, he had angrily walked away from his family's global empire, cutting all ties to live in secret. No one had been able to reach him since. He hesitated for a second before swiping to answer. "Hello?" "Young Master!" The frantic, trembling voice of his family's old butler Mr. Anderson filled his ear. "Thank goodness! Thank goodness I was finally able to reach your private line!" Liam frowned, his brow furrowing at the panic in the old man's voice. "Old Master Blackwoods? What's going on?" "Master is dead!" the butler gasped out, his voice cracking with urgency. "The global council is falling apart, and the rival branches are trying to seize control! As the sole true heir, you must return home immediately... and take your rightful position as the new Patriarch of the Blackwoods Consortium Empire!"
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