My Husband’s First Love Became My New Boss and Fired Me — She Had No Idea Who Really Owned the Company

Chapter 8

Charles Monroe disappeared before investigators could question him.

His house was empty.

His accounts had been closed.

His passport had been used to leave the country.

But he had made one mistake.

He had assumed Olivia was still just an employee.

She wasn’t.

Ethan had appointed her to lead the internal audit.

Victoria joined her.

Together, they uncovered years of hidden transactions.

Millions moved through shell corporations.

Properties purchased under false names.

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Payments made to executives.

Contracts secretly redirected.

The operation was larger than anyone expected.

Ethan watched Olivia work.

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She was brilliant.

Patient.

Relentless.

And he understood why she had been so difficult for Victoria to manipulate.

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She had never been afraid of power.

She had been committed to people.

One evening, after twelve hours of work, Olivia looked at Ethan.

“Are you okay?”

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“I’m fine.”

“You’re lying.”

He smiled.

“You know me too well.”

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She laughed.

“That’s my job.”

He touched her hand.

“You did the right thing.”

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She looked at him.

“Even when it cost me my job.”

“Especially then.”

Victoria watched from across the room.

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She didn’t feel jealousy.

Something had changed.

She finally understood that Ethan’s marriage wasn’t an obstacle to his success.

It was part of the reason he was successful.

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Olivia made him better.

And Ethan made Olivia feel safe enough to be herself.

Victoria didn’t want that anymore.

She wanted something else.

Justice.

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The investigation eventually found Charles’s location.

He had fled to a private property overseas.

Federal agents prepared an arrest.

But before they could reach him, a message arrived.

You don’t know the whole story.

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It was signed:

Ethan’s father.

Victoria stared.

Impossible.

His father had died twelve years earlier.

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Unless the message wasn’t from him.

Unless someone had been hiding something much bigger.

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