Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex-Chapter 57: The Reckoning

Liam’s POV

The morning of the board meeting arrived with the grim inevitability of an execution. I stood before the mirror, adjusting my charcoal Tom Ford suit with mechanical precision. The man staring back at me looked composed, powerful—the very image of corporate success. Only the shadows beneath my eyes betrayed the turmoil beneath the surface.

My phone buzzed on the counter. Sophie’s name flashed across the screen, as it had dozens of times over the past week. I watched it ring, my jaw tightening. The last thing I needed was another complication, another demand for my attention. Let her go to voicemail. Let her wait.

Once, Sophie had been a delicious distraction, a forbidden thrill that made me feel invincible. Now she was just another reminder of everything crumbling around me. Another loose end.

I silenced the phone and slipped it into my pocket. The board wouldn’t wait, and I needed every ounce of focus I could muster.

My driver was already waiting when I emerged from the mansion. The morning air had a bitter chill that matched my mood perfectly. As I settled into the leather backseat, I pulled out my phone again, bypassing Sophie’s missed call notification to dial Noah.

He answered on the fourth ring, his voice clipped and distant. "Liam."

"Noah," I kept my tone casual, as if the weight of today’s meeting wasn’t crushing me. "Just checking if you’re coming to the board meeting in person."

A pause, then: "I’ll be joining through Zoom."

Something in his voice made me tense. Noah had always been my steadfast ally and best friend, the one person I could count on no matter what. But lately, there had been a coldness between us, a distance I couldn’t quite explain.

"You’ve been hard to reach," I said carefully. "Everything alright?"

"I’ll see you at the meeting, Liam," he replied, ignoring my question. "And don’t call me again before then. Be ready—I warned you to sort things out with Diane, and you refused. Don’t expect me to help put your shit together this time."

The line went dead before I could respond. I stared at my phone in disbelief, a flicker of unease crawling up my spine. Noah had never spoken to me that way before. What the hell was going on?

I had no time to dwell on it. The car was already pulling up to the Synergy Sphere headquarters, the gleaming glass tower that had once been my proudest achievement. Now it felt like a fortress I was struggling to defend.

The usual deference met me as I strode through the lobby—nods from security, respectful "Good mornings" from employees. But I caught the whispers, the barely concealed glances. Everyone knew about Diane. The king was wounded, and the vultures were circling.

Jackson had sent his first report yesterday evening, a meticulous accounting of Diane’s movements. She’d spent most of the day at the hospital, then had a picnic with her mom at the park. The thought of the two of them together, possibly plotting against me, made my blood boil. But there had been no meetings with competitors, no suspicious encounters with men. Not yet.

The elevator whisked me upward, each floor taking me closer to the confrontation I’d been dreading. I used the time to center myself, to review the strategies I’d outlined in my home office. I am Liam Ashton. I’d faced worse challenges than this and emerged victorious. Today would be no different.

The boardroom doors loomed before me, heavy mahogany panels that suddenly seemed like the entrance to a tribunal rather than a business meeting. I straightened my shoulders, adjusted my tie one final time, and pushed them open.

Fourteen faces turned to look at me—twelve board members, plus Guerrero and his assistant. The large screen at the end of the table showed three additional faces attending virtually. I spotted Noah immediately, his expression unreadable.

"Liam," Guerrero said, rising to his feet. "We were just getting started."

I took my seat at the head of the table, forcing a confident smile. "Perfect timing, then."

The meeting began with the standard formalities—approval of previous minutes, updates on ongoing projects. I participated with carefully measured engagement, neither too aggressive nor too passive. Just a CEO managing his company. Business as usual.

Then Guerrero cleared his throat, and the room went silent. This was it. The attack I’d been anticipating.

"Now, to address the elephant in the room," he began, his voice carrying that dangerous calm I’d heard on the phone. "The Reign Project."

Murmurs rippled through the board members. The Reign Project had been our biggest potential client this quarter, a contract worth nearly $60 million. Their CEO had been in my orbit for months, practically in my pocket. Until he wasn’t.

"As you all know," Guerrero continued, "we lost the bid last week. To Henderson Corp." He spat the competitor’s name like a curse. "A significant blow to our quarterly projections."

I leaned forward, my hands clasped before me. "A temporary setback, Sir. I’ve already—"

"I’m not finished," he cut me off, his eyes flashing with warning. "This setback comes at a particularly concerning time. The company’s public image has been... compromised by recent events. Personal events."

The room temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. Everyone knew exactly what he meant.

"Furthermore," Guerrero pressed on, "there have been questions about leadership focus. The Boston incident, for example. A senior executive of this company chasing phantom meetings across the country doesn’t inspire confidence."

I felt heat rising in my neck, the humiliation of Boston still raw. Before I could respond, Noah’s voice came through the speakers, cool and precise.

"If I may, Guerrero." All eyes turned to the screen. "While I share some of your concerns, I think we should give Liam an opportunity to address them directly."

Guerrero nodded stiffly, and all eyes shifted to me. The moment had come. I rose to my feet, the weight of their judgment pressing down on me.

"Thank you, Noah," I began, my voice steadier than I felt. "Ladies and gentlemen of the board, I won’t insult your intelligence by downplaying recent events. Yes, we lost the Reign Project. Yes, my personal life has become more public than any of us would prefer. And yes, there was an... unfortunate miscommunication regarding the Boston meeting."

I paused, looking each board member in the eye, projecting contrition mixed with determination.

"But I ask you to remember what we’ve built together." My voice grew stronger, more passionate. "When I founded this company, we were two people in a rented office space. Today, we’re a Wall Street darling with global reach. That didn’t happen by accident. It happened because of vision, determination, and the ability to weather storms."

I moved around the table slowly, commanding the space.

"In the last five years alone, we’ve increased shareholder value. We’ve expanded into three new markets. We’ve acquired seven companies that have added nearly a billion to our portfolio."

I could see the impact of my words, the subtle shifts in posture as some board members began to nod.

"The challenges we face now are temporary. My personal situation is being resolved quietly. The Reign Project was one contract—I already have meetings scheduled with three potential clients of even greater value. What you’re seeing isn’t failure; it’s a momentary readjustment before our next leap forward."

I returned to my seat, my heart pounding but my exterior calm. "Judge me not on a single misstep, but on the path I’ve blazed for all of us."

Silence followed my speech. Guerrero’s expression remained skeptical, but several board members were nodding now. I’d made an impact.

The discussion that followed was tense, pointed. Questions about the divorce, about company stability, about market confidence. I answered each one directly, with just the right balance of confidence and humility. Slowly, I could feel the tide turning.

After nearly an hour of deliberation, Guerrero sighed heavily. "The board has concerns, Liam. Serious ones. But in recognition of your past contributions, we’re willing to give you time to right the ship."

Relief washed through me, though I kept my expression measured.

"However," Guerrero continued, his voice hardening, "consider this a formal warning. No more scandals. No more distractions. Focus on the company, or we’ll be forced to reconsider leadership."

"Understood," I replied solemnly. "You won’t regret this decision."

As the meeting adjourned, several board members approached to offer stilted encouragement. I accepted their words with gracious nods, playing the part of the chastened but determined CEO. Noah disconnected without a word, his silence more disturbing than Guerrero’s threats. freewebnoveℓ.com

By the time I escaped the boardroom, tension had hardened into a knot between my shoulders. I’d survived, but barely. The warning was clear: one more mistake, and I could lose everything I’d built.

Fury began to bubble beneath my composed exterior. This was Diane’s fault. All of it. She’d been the one to go nuclear. If she had just accepted the inevitable—accepted that our marriage was over—I could have handled things quietly, maintained control.

Instead, she’d chosen war. And now I was paying the price.

I stalked down the hallway toward my office, my mind churning with plans, counter-moves, vengeance. So lost in thought was I that I nearly collided with someone rounding the corner—a small, older woman pushing a cleaning cart.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ashton!" she exclaimed, hastily pulling her cart aside. Elizabeth, one of the building’s long-time cleaning staff. She immediately began fussing with her supplies, making a show of cleaning an already spotless section of floor.

"My fault, Elizabeth," I muttered distractedly. "Wasn’t watching where I was going."

Her weathered face creased in a smile. "Important meeting, sir? You look... troubled."

Something about her tone made me pause, but I brushed it aside. "Just business. Carry on."

I continued toward my office, the interaction already forgotten. What mattered now was damage control. I needed to accelerate my plans, to neutralize Diane before she could cause any more harm. Jackson’s surveillance would help, but I needed more. I needed leverage.

My office door closed behind me with a satisfying click, sealing me into my domain. I moved to the window, gazing out at the skyline—a view I’d earned through years of ruthless determination. No one would take this from me. Not Guerrero, not the board.

And certainly not Diane.