“Sign the divorce papers now! I’m sick of looking at your bloated, milk-stained body! I need a young trophy wife worthy of my CEO status, not a pathetic housewife like you!” My husband threw divorce papers in my face while I was still bleeding from an emergency C-section. He brought his mistress secretary to mock me. He didn’t know his CEO title was just a puppet role I created, and I was the real Chairman who owned everything.

“This is not an error,” the officer said. “It’s a termination protocol.”

Mark laughed sharply. “You can’t fire the owner.”

CHAPTER 5: THE CHAIRMAN RETURNS

DING.

The private elevator chimed.

The doors slid open.

The lobby froze.

Two bodyguards stepped out first.

Then Anna appeared.

Not the woman Mark remembered.

She sat in a sleek black motorized wheelchair, dressed in a flawless white suit. Her posture was immaculate. Her hair pulled tight and regal. Dark sunglasses concealed her eyes.

She didn’t look fragile.

She looked lethal.

Elias Thorne and Marcus Sterling flanked her as she moved across the marble floor. The crowd parted instinctively.

Mark stared. “Anna? What is this? You should be in the hospital!”

He rushed forward. “Is this some kind of stunt? Did you block my card out of spite?”

He reached for her chair.

“Don’t,” Elias warned, stepping in front of him.

“She’s my ex-wife!” Mark yelled. “She’s losing it!”

“Mr. Miller,” Elias said coolly, “you’re speaking to the Chairman of the Board.”

Mark blinked. “Chairman? That seat’s empty.”

Anna removed her sunglasses.

Her eyes were tired—but sharp, controlled, burning.

“It hasn’t been empty for five years,” she said. “I just didn’t sit in front.”

“You?” Mark scoffed. “You were home changing diapers.”

“I managed the trust,” Anna replied. “Approved mergers. Blocked reckless acquisitions. Wrote your speeches. Fixed your strategy decks while you slept.”

She studied him.

“I let you wear the crown because I wanted peace. You mistook permission for power.”

CHAPTER 6: THE DISSECTION

Chloe rushed in, breathless. “Mark, what’s going on?”

Anna turned to her. “Ah. The upgrade.”

She lifted the divorce papers.

“Yesterday, hours after surgery,” Anna said evenly, “Mark forced me to sign this. He threatened to take my children.”

A hush fell.

“He insisted on asset separation by legal title,” she continued. “Believing it protected him.”

She looked at Mark.

“Did you ever read the penthouse deed?”

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