Chapter 6 - The Fall of the King
Silence descended on the room like a heavy curtain.
Alexander felt the air leave his lungs. “Emma... you can’t do this. I built this company. My father’s name is on the building.”
“Your father built a reputation for honor, Alexander,” Emma replied smoothly. “You built a mountain of debt and hid it behind a mistress and fake invoices.”
She turned her eyes to the board members. “Shall we take the vote?”
Marcus Vance raised his hand first. “Aye.”
The second board member raised his hand. “Aye.”
The third board member followed immediately. “Aye.”
“The motion carries,” Emma announced, closing her folder with a quiet thud.
Alexander stared at the table, his world collapsing around him in a matter of seconds. In less than forty-eight hours, he had lost his funding, his reputation, his control over his family’s legacy, and his authority.
Two security guards stepped forward, standing on either side of Alexander.
“Mr. Carter,” the lead guard said respectfully, but firmly. “We have been instructed to escort you from the premises. You have one hour to collect your personal belongings from the building under supervision.”
Alexander looked at Clare.
Clare looked back at him, her eyes wide with terror—not for him, but for herself. She realized that without Alexander’s protection, she was facing federal fraud charges that could put her in prison for years.
“Alex...” Clare whimpered, reaching toward his arm.
Alexander pulled his arm away violently. “Get away from me,” he hissed.
For the first time, he saw Clare clearly—not as the glamorous, devoted secret lover who made him feel powerful, but as a parasite who had helped him dig his own corporate grave.
He turned back to Emma, his pride completely shattered.
“Is this what you wanted?” Alexander asked, his voice shaking with bitter rage. “To ruin me? To destroy my life because I didn't spend our wedding night with you?”
Emma stood up slowly. She looked down at him without a trace of anger, without a trace of pity—only a clean, absolute indifference.
“I didn't destroy your life, Alexander,” Emma said softly. “You destroyed it the moment you assumed that my silence meant I was weak.”
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She picked up her tablet and walked toward the door.
“Your personal effects will be delivered to your townhouse tonight,” she added over her shoulder. “And my divorce attorneys will serve you with the paperwork by three o'clock.”
