Chapter 6
“President, your speech just made the trending list!” My assistant hurried in.
“Must Watch For Career Women–over 100 million views in just two hours!”
I stood in the banquet hall of a five–star hotel, gazing at the radiant woman in the mirror.
Dressed in a Chanel haute couture gown, a million–dollar diamond necklace sparkling at my neck.
These were luxuries I’d once only dared to dream of.
“President, Forbes wants to put you on the cover!” The assistant handed me
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another invitation. “The theme is ‘2024 Businesswoman of the Year“!”
From the corner of the venue came the sound of a glass shattering.
It was Anthony.
He was in a cheap suit, bending down to pick up the shards of glass.
This was the third highball glass he’d broken this month. At this rate, he wouldn’t even be able to keep his job as a waiter.
How ironic.
Three months ago, he was still a powerful and influential financial giant.
Now, he was reduced to a mere servant at his ex–wife’s business gala.
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“President, the fifth venture capital firm has sent over the contract! The financing amount is 200 million!” My assistant exclaimed, brimming with excitement.
Yes, the company I founded, “Truth Finance“, had already become the new rising star in the industry.
The first episode of our show directly tackled Anthony’s education fund fraud case, and within a single night, it racked up over ten million views.
Now, every episode sent shock–waves through the financial world, sending CEOS and investors into a panic.
“Marie! Please, look at your son!” A frantic voice reached my ears.
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Anthony’s mother shoved her way through the crowd and rushed toward me. “He’s been burning with fever for three days!”
I sneered. “Is that so? Why doesn’t Fiona go take care of him? Didn’t she say she’d give my son the best love?”
“That bitch ran off with another man!” The old woman fumed, stamping her feet in frustration.
“You’re so heartless, just standing there watching your own son suffer?”
I surveyed the crowd, noticing some socialites and wealthy women eavesdropping.
Perfect.
“Speaking of heartlessness,” I raised my
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voice, “Who was it that poisoned my son’s mind, telling him his mother didn’t love him? Who was it that made my son call another woman ‘mom‘?”
The old woman’s face turned ashen.
“Well then,” I continued, “I’ll do you a favor.” I pulled a check from my bag.
“This is for his hospital expenses. Consider it… charity!”
“Marie! You…”
“President!” My assistant quickly intervened, holding up her phone. “Anthony’s apology post has already been shared over 200,000 times! Should we respond?”
I glanced at it:
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“I, Anthony, sincerely regret my stupidity…”
“I have wronged the person who loved me most…”
“I am willing to pay any price to seek her forgiveness…”
I scoffed. “Just retweets he boosted with fake accounts. Why bother responding?”
I signaled the waiter to approach.
Anthony walked toward me, trembling.
“Another glass of champagne,” I said coldly, “Make it the finest vintage.”
His hands shook even more.
The champagne splashed all over me.
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“I… I’m sorry!” He hurriedly tried to wipe it off.
“Get away!” I stepped back in disgust. “You really think I would ever forgive you after all this?”
The entire room was astounded.
“President! Good news!” My assistant hurried over, her voice filled with excitement. “We’ve received the contract for acquiring the old headquarters of Anthony’s group! They’re offering it at 30% below market value!”
Anthony’s face drained of color.
That was his last hope. Without this deal, he wouldn’t even be able to afford his son’s
surgery.
“Marie… Please…” He collapsed to his knees.
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The bodyguards immediately surrounded him.
“Give me a chance. I’ll do anything!” He clutched the hem of my dress.
“Anything?” I looked down at him coldly. “Alright then, get on stage and tell everyone what you’ve really done.”
His whole body trembled.
“Tell them how you scammed investors. How you bought luxury homes for your mistress. How you incited our son to betray his own mother?”
“… …”
“Not willing to speak?” I sneered. “Then stay down there. Let everyone see the end of a
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fraud.”
The next day, social media exploded with headlines:
“Business Tycoon Marie: From Full–time Housewife to Billionaire CEO”
“Fallen Ex–husband Kneels and Begs at the Gala: She Only Said One Word: Kneel”
“Truth Finance: Shaking the Financial World with Sharp Words and Exposing Dark Secrets”
ent, Anthony sent over a box of
old items, claiming they are your wedding memorabilia.”
“Send it to a charity auction,” I said without looking up, “The theme will be ‘The End of a Fake Marriage.”
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“And… Your son’s attending physician said that if the surgery fees aren’t paid within three days…”
I paused for a moment.
“Transfer the money to the hospital. After all, he’s my son. I can’t let him die in the hands of that fraud.”
I gazed out of the window.
The building I had just purchased stood proudly, its towering structure casting a long shadow. The old “Anthony Group” sign had been taken down.
Workers were busy installing the new “Truth Finance” logo.
Below, that man knelt in the dirt, disheveled
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and worn.
And here I stood, on top of the world,
finally standing taller than him, looking farther.
From a housewife to a business queen,
from the comfort of my home to the road of
vengeance,
I used truth and strength,
not only to avenge myself but to reclaim my life.
This… was the perfect revenge.
