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ADRIAN’S POV
The media had been buzzing ever since the photo of Olivia and Julian hugging had surfaced. They wanted answers, and I was more than ready to give them exactly what they needed to hear.
I could have easily taken the photo down and buried it before it caused any damage,
but I didn’t. I left it there on purpose.
The photo was a weapon, one I intended to use to my advantage.
I kept my face neutral, taking a moment to let the silence stretch before answering.
“To be honest, I felt disappointed that my wife would even think of doing something like this,” I said, letting my voice drop slightly, just enough to make it sound like I was deeply hurt. A man betrayed.
The murmurs among the reporters grew louder. The cameras zoomed in, capturing every flicker of my expression. I wasn’t just speaking to them–I was speaking to the entire world.
“So, are you saying she might be having an affair with the man in the photo?” another reporter pressed.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as if I were struggling to come to terms with it myself.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I thought I knew my wife, but it’s clear that I don’t. It might just be a hug, but it still feels like a betrayal. And no one knows if this is just the beginning or if there’s more.”
A wave of chatter spread through the crowd. Some reporters nodded knowingly, their minds already spinning narratives far worse than what was actually implying. Good. That was exactly what I wanted.
“Yesterday, the WXSI stock (Westwood Industries) dropped by 20%. Can you explain why?” another reporter asked.
I let out another calculated sigh.
“Well, you see, it all comes back to what my wife did,” I said. “After the photo went public, some of my investors became skeptical. They started pulling their funds out, which caused the WXSI to drop massively. This isn’t just about personal matters anymore–it’s affecting my company, my employees, the people who rely on me.” The shift in tone was immediate. Successfully unlocked! ‘t just looking at a betrayed husband anymore–they were loo ut a pocoman who had been wronged, someone who was now forced to make difficult decisions.
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“And what do you intend to do about all of this?” another reporter asked.
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I exhaled sharply, then straightened my shoulders.
“Well, I noticed that we were growing distant. There was a crack in our marriage, and that photo only confirmed my suspicions,” I said, pausing just long enough to build suspense. “I have to do what’s best for my company, my employees, and myself. So I’ll do the only thing I can.”
Another pause. I could see the anticipation in their eyes.
“I’m letting her go. I don’t think we can carry on with this marriage any longer.”
The moment the words left my mouth, a wave of gasps rippled through the reporters. The questions started pouring in, their voices rising over one another.
“Are you filing for divorce?”
“Does Olivia know?”
“Is there any chance of reconciliation?”
I ignored them. My security team stepped in, making way for me to pass through the crowd. I kept my face impassive as I walked into the building, but inside, I was
smirking.
They had taken the bait.
By the time I reached the elevators, I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile. The entire world now believed I was heartbroken and ready to end my marriage. But in reality, I was just getting started. Olivia wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I was done with her and her family.
When I entered my office, James was already waiting for me.
“Good morning,” he greeted me as I removed my trench coat and hung it on the rack.
“James, I hope you slept well,” I said, pouring myself a glass of whiskey.
“Yes, I did,” he replied. “But Adrian, we need to talk.”
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we have a lot to talk about, has the problem with the investors been taken care of?” 1 asked while pouring myself a glass of whiskey.
“Yes their being handled, but that’s not the main topic,” James said.
I glanced at him, raising a brow
“And what is?” I asked,
“What you said outside,” he said.
I took a sip of my drink and leaned against my desk.
“You told the media you’re done with Olivia. Are you actually planning to divorce her?” James asked, watching me carefully.
I rolled my eyes. James was a good man, but he didn’t know the full picture. He didn’t know what the Graysons did. He didn’t know that this was personal, and I didn’t want
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him to know because if he did he would probably tell me to
“I know things look rough, but that doesn’t mean you should just end your marriage. You two should at least try talking things out,” James said.
1 scoffed.
“Look, James, Olivia betrayed me,” I said, swirling the whiskey in my glass. “And I can’t forgive that. There’s no fixing our marriage.”
My phone buzzed, and when I checked the screen, I saw a message from Mrs. Grayson–Olivia’s mother.
Figures.
They must have seen the news.
I opened the message.
We need to come over and speak with you and Olivia.
I smirked. They were already panicking. Good.
I typed out a quick reply:
Sure. I’ll be expecting you this week, ma’am.
Then I put my phone away.
They wanted a conversation? Fine. I was more than happy to entertain them. After all,
I wasn’t just aiming to break Olivia–I was aiming to destroy the entire Grayson family from the inside.
DORA’S POV
Sitting in front of my makeup mirror, I carefully applied a fresh coat of mascara to my lashes. My reflection stared back at me, flawless as ever.
I hadn’t gone over to Adrian’s place since our special night, but that didn’t mean I hadn‘ t thought about it. About him.
I tried reaching out a few days ago, but he didn’t answer. And I understood why.
He was still dealing with his mom’s death. But that was a few days ago. I had given him enough space.
Now, it was time for me to go over there and remind him exactly where his attention should be.
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