The Ex-Wife’s Billion Dollar Comeback Novel

---- Chapter 106: Celebrate Divorce ~ Soraya ~ Calum rarely said hurtful words. Instead, he would show it. In the past, he had done so through his absence in Soraya's life, the way he had ignored her, and the way he never acknowledged their relationship. He had shown it by flaunting Rose, deliberately bringing Sage closer to his mistress, but this was one of those tare occasions when he voiced just how much he despised her. It hurt. Soraya wouldn't deny that it hurt. How dare he?! It took everything in her to calm her nerves. Her head counted up to fifty, really fast.

'Control, Soraya, control. Feelings pass. Feelings pass. Control. Ideally, she should have slapped him, but there was nothing graceful about causing a scene in public. Instead, Soraya got up and said through gritted teeth, "You really are consistent, Calum - the only man | know who believes every voice but the truth." "| see Rose has trained you well. She probably says 'sit/ and you roll over. Bravo, Calum, Bravo!" "You-" Calum tried to react, but Soraya was faster. She picked up the check and shot back, "Thank you for the check.

Shame you're more generous with your money than with your judgment. That part is still cheap." ---- "I'm taking this money,' she added. "Consider it an investment in your own humiliation. You'll see what | mean soon enough." Soraya swiftly grabbed her things and walked away, her hands balled into fists while she muttered under her breath, "You've become worse, Calum. Maybe... you don't even deserve the truth." Though angry, she forced those feelings into a box, contained. She still had to meet Annette Grayson and her lawyer.

Soraya went straight to Summit Workforce Solutions, the manpower company her family owned. She was escorted to a private room where Annette met her. "Soraya, I'm glad you came. Please, take a seat,' Annette said, pointing to the chair in front of her. Wasting no time, Soraya asked, "Why are you so adamant about getting the NeuroSentinel license?" "We were hacked, a month ago. The personal identification of our job seekers and referred employees was stolen and sent to a competitor," Annette revealed.

" We know this because we reached out to some of them and learned they'd been pirated by another company." "Our payroll system had also been compromised, changing employees' direct deposit details. When salaries were released, we were stunned to find that half of our employees never received their money." "That's when we realized how deep the infiltration went." Annette added.

"Yet we never went public with it, because my husband was ashamed to admit that a senator ---- couldn't even protect his own company - my company." Yes, from what Soraya knew, Annette owned the company, but her husband managed it. "That's why we needed to shift to a better security system, one that offered real-time support," Annette explained. "| know | have wronged you, Soraya. | know | owe you," Annette said, her voice shaking a little. "So | thought | could make up for it." She reached for a folder and handed it to Soraya. "I'm sorry, | had to do some digging.

| found out you are the real daughter of Amelia and Harrison Dalton." Soraya opened the folder and saw how Annette managed to secure the recent adoption filing. She winced, saying, " They are not my real parents-" "But | bet the next set of documents will be interesting to you,' Annette suggested. When Soraya flipped through the next page, she found that Annette was a shareholder of Dalton Realty. She wasn't just a shareholder - she had majority ownership of one residential project that was failing miserably under Dalton Realty's care.

"The property management was handled poorly, and that' s why it's falling apart,' Annette said. "| wanted to manage it, but New Avenport was too far away. Everything you'll need is there - the financial records, the marketing plan, the current problems." She explained that she had relatives who moved to New Avenport, and that years ago she discovered this ---- investment opportunity, which was how she became part of Dalton Realty. Soraya pondered. This was just what she needed against her biological parents. She couldn't believe the opportunity would come knocking at her door!

"I'll go over this and see if | can turn things around," Soraya said. She kept the folder in her bag and turned to Annette. "I'll reinstate your license for NeuroSentinel tomorrow. And... I'm sorry about your divorce. But take it from me - an end can be the beginning of better things." Annette still bore the face of a woman in pain. Soraya saw it, and that was partly why she chose compassion over retaliation. "Thank you, Soraya," Annette said, teary-eyed. She wiped the corners of her eyes and continued, "I also found out about Calum Montclair.

He called my office, which made me curious about who he was to you. Again, | had to do some digging, but | promise I'll keep it a secret." "Please do," Soraya said. "I'll be away for a week. After | decide what to do with the information you gave me, I'll contact you again." Soraya arrived at her apartment around six in the evening. When she walked in, she noticed the lights were on. Her heart raced. She was ready to call the police, but then she saw a familiar pair of shoes. Jacob was in her apartment! She searched for him. His bag was in the living room, and so was his trench coat.

---- When she walked past the dining area, she saw dinner already prepared. The salad was ready, her steak cut into small portions, and lilies stood as the centerpiece on the table. Soraya heard the water running from her room and realized Jacob was showering. But before she could call his attention, she froze when she entered her bedroom. Gone was her double bed. It had been replaced by a king-size bed! Soraya was so stunned, she didn't even notice the shower stop. "Like it?" Jacob asked from behind her. "I came to celebrate your divorce and...

replace your bed." When Soraya turned to him, she felt like she was in a movie - the kind where the male lead leans against the doorframe like he owns the moment. Jacob stood there, fresh from the shower, a towel slung low on his hips, water still tracing the hard lines of his abs. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his eyes, dark and knowing, made him look less like a man and more like temptation personified. Soraya gulped, her eyes darting to the obvious tent forming beneath his towel. "Hey," he said, walking up to her with an amused expression.

"Eyes on me, Beautiful." He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her... hard. God, he was sinful.