CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Chapter 261 CCTV Doesn’t Lie, Bestie

Serena’s POV

When the doorbell rang around noon, I knew it was Eleanor before the housekeeper announced her.

"You look terrible," was her greeting as she breezed past me into the living room, pulling a sleek laptop from her bag.

"Good to see you too," I replied dryly, following her.

Eleanor’s expression softened momentarily. "Sorry. I’ve been up for thirty-six hours straight tracking this down, and what I found..." She shook her head. "You need to see this."

She placed the laptop on the coffee table and opened a video file. "I contacted everyone who was on that cruise three years ago. Called in favors, tracked down security footage. This is from the ship’s monitoring system."

The screen showed the upper deck of the luxury yacht where I’d attended that fateful charity gala. I recognized my younger self, wearing that emerald green dress I’d loved so much. The footage quality wasn’t perfect, but good enough to see that I was standing near the railing, champagne flute in hand.

"Look who keeps hovering around you," Eleanor pointed.

My stomach tightened as I recognized Olivia, circling me like a shark. She’d approach, say something, then retreat, only to return minutes later. The pattern continued for nearly twenty minutes of footage.

"The cameras don’t cover the exact spot where you went overboard," Eleanor explained, fast-forwarding slightly. "It’s a blind spot. But watch this."

The footage showed Olivia and me walking toward that blind spot. We disappeared from view. Then, remarkably, only Olivia returned – looking around furtively before quickly walking away from the scene.

"Eight minutes later, a crew member notices something in the water and raises the alarm," Eleanor continued, showing me additional footage of the resulting chaos. "But by then, Olivia’s already mingling with other guests, acting shocked when someone mentions you’re missing."

I felt sick. The woman I’d considered my best friend, whom I’d shared dreams and secrets with, had tried to kill me. The evidence was circumstantial but damning.

"I trusted her completely," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I would have done anything for her."

Eleanor’s hand found mine, squeezing tightly. "I know. That’s why she targeted you – your loyalty made you vulnerable."

"And now she’s back, trying to use me again to get to Ryan and Blackwood Enterprises." The realization made me angry – a cold, crystalline fury unlike anything I’d felt before. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Eleanor’s eyes gleamed with righteous indignation. "Let me confront her. One conversation with me, and she’ll be on the first flight out of the country."

"No," I said firmly, surprising even myself with my resolve. "If we confront her without concrete proof, she’ll just deny everything. I want her to admit what she did."

"What are you suggesting?" Eleanor asked, eyebrow raised.

"I’m setting a trap," I replied, my mind already formulating a plan. "At Vivian’s one-month celebration. Olivia will be there – she’s been hinting for an invitation for weeks. After the party, I’ll lead her somewhere private and make her confess."

"That’s dangerous, Serena," Eleanor warned.

"I’ll be careful. We’ll have security nearby." My determination grew with every word. "I won’t let her walk away from this. Not after what she did."

"Olivia," I called, approaching her with a champagne flute. "Before you go, there’s something fascinating I wanted to show you."

Her eyes brightened with interest. "Oh? What is it?"

"I’ve been going through some old recordings recently," I said casually, keeping my voice light. "Found some interesting footage from that charity cruise three years ago. You remember – the night I fell overboard?"

The change in her expression was subtle but unmistakable – a flicker of alarm quickly masked by curiosity.

"That awful night," she sighed dramatically. "I still have nightmares about it sometimes, thinking we’d lost you forever."

"Yes, quite terrible," I agreed. "The footage is upstairs in the attic study. I’ve been meaning to show someone who was there... get their perspective on what they see."

Olivia hesitated, but her curiosity – or perhaps fear – won out. "I’d love to see it."

As we headed toward the stairs, I caught Eleanor’s eye across the room. She gave me a barely perceptible nod, confirmation that everything was in place.

"After you," I said, gesturing Olivia up the stairs, my heart pounding not with fear, but with determination. The woman who had once tried to end my life was about to face her reckoning.

And I would be the one to deliver it.