He Spoiled Me for Three Years… Because I Look Like the Woman He Couldn’t Have Chapter 08
“Regarding the recent fluctuations in the stock
price, I will give everyone a satisfactory
explanation…”
Before he could finish, the conference room doors
were pushed open.
Every eye in the room turned toward the entrance.
Wearing a crisp white suit, I walked in step by step with my divorce lawyer and Adrian Locke beside
- me.
Everyone froze.
Callum shot up from his chair and stared at me as
if he were looking at a ghost.
“Sien…na?”
His voice shook.
I walked straight to the empty seat at the
conference table and sat down.
Then I smiled faintly.
“Long time no see, Mr. Whitaker.”
“You don’t seem to be doing very well lately.”
“You…” He took a few steps toward me. “You’re not
dead?”
I picked up the cup in front of me and blew lightly
over the tea.
“Thanks to you, I got lucky.”
“And thanks to Mr. Locke’s sharp reflexes for
arriving in time.”
I turned my head toward Adrian.
Adrian looked at Callum with a smile that carried
more meaning than warmth.
“You always did like to leave people with no way
out, Mr. Whitaker. Unfortunately for you, this time
you miscalculated.”
That day, when Callum had turned without
hesitation and swum toward Elowen, I had truly
thought I was going to die.
It was Adrian who pulled me up from the depths.
He was indeed Callum’s business rival.
And he was also the person I had arranged to
make a deal with.
Callum’s gaze moved back and forth between my
face and Adrian’s before finally settling on me,
complicated and raw.
Shock. Joy. Anger.
All of it twisted together.
Through gritted teeth, he said, “So this whole thing
was an act? You and him planned it together?”
I set down my cup with a sharp click.
“Right back at you.”
“Compared with the three–year performance you.
put on for me, my little trick was hardly worth
mentioning.”
Beside me, my divorce lawyer cleared his throat
and opened a file.
“Ladies and gentlemen, my client, Ms. Sienna Vale,
is the legal wife of Mr. Callum.”
“Today, she would like to speak with you about
serious financial misconduct within the firm, specifically corporate fraud and embezzlement],
as well as Mr. Whitaker’s suspected attempted
murder.”
The moment my divorce lawyer finished speaking,
the entire conference room erupted.
Callum looked at me with a sharp frown.
“Sienna, when did I ever try to kill you?”
“Really?” I took something from my bag, placed it on the table, and slid it toward him.
It was the private phone he had prepared for me.
“This phone has excellent water resistance,” I said.
“And full–time audio recording.”
Then I pressed play.
The phone clearly played the conversation from
that day on the yacht and at sea.
From the moment he carried me into the water
and said he would help me sober up, to the
moment he held my wrist and kept me from
surfacing.
Then came the part where he abandoned me to
save Elowen, coldly ordering me to swim back to
shore by myself before letting go.
The evidence was undeniable.
Callum staggered back a step.
He looked at me, disbelief filling his eyes.
“Why…” His voice cracked. “Sienna, why would you
do this to me?”
“I thought we…”
I cut him off. “We?”
“Callum, from the moment you forced me to lose
my child for Elowen’s sake, there was no ‘we‘ left
between us.”
“There was only hatred.”
His lips moved but no sound came out at first.
“That baby,” he finally asked, “was it really mine?”
In the end, he still asked.
I looked at him and suddenly laughed, the sound
cold and hollow.
“Of course it was.”
“But now, it doesn’t matter.”
I turned to my divorce lawyer behind me.
“Submit all the evidence to the NYPD and the
SEC.”
Then my gaze swept across every shareholder in
the room.
