Rise of the Formidable Ex-wife (Lucia and Alex) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

The clock read 4:30 AM when Lucia’s eyes snapped open. Sleep had become a luxury she could no longer afford. Not with so much ground to cover, so much to learn.

She showered quickly, the hot water washing away the last traces of drowsiness. The bathroom mirror reflected her new self. Sharp haircut, defined features no longer hidden behind long hair. Lucia Smith. Even after weeks, the name still felt like trying on someone else’s clothes. Not uncomfortable. Just new.

By five, she sat at the desk in her suite, reviewing yesterday’s notes. Pages filled with terms she’d barely understood weeks ago now made perfect sense. Derivatives. Hedge strategies. Arbitrage opportunities. The language of finance was becoming her native tongue.

A soft knock interrupted her concentration.

“Come in,” she called, not looking up.

Alex entered, two steaming cups in hand. “I thought you might need this.” He placed a coffee beside her notes, the rich aroma filling the room. “Another early start?”

“The markets wait for no one,” Lucia replied, a phrase she’d picked up from her first lesson. “Especially not for women with seventeen years of catching up to do.”

Alex studied her with an expression she couldn’t quite read. Pride? Concern? “Most people would be taking time to rest after what you’ve been through.”

Lucia put down her pen, meeting his gaze. “Rest is for people who have nothing to prove.”

“And

you do?”

“To myself.” She sipped the coffee, letting the bitter warmth spread through her chest. “To them.” She didn’t need to specify who. Marco. Her children. Margaret. The people who had thrown her away like garbage.

Alex nodded, understanding in his eyes. “James will be here at eight. He’s bringing the quarterly reports from my European divisions. I thought it might be good practice for you to analyze them.”

A flutter of anxiety rose in Lucia’s stomach. James Weber was Alex’s head financial advisor, a stern man with three decades of experience and little patience for amateurs. His sessions were the most demanding, leaving her mentally drained and sometimes near tears of frustration.

“Real company data? Not practice sets?”

“You’re ready,” Alex said simply.

After he left, Lucia returned to her notes with renewed focus. Being ready meant being prepared. Being prepared meant studying until her eyes burned and her hand cramped. A small price to pay for what she planned to accomplish.

“Wrong.” James declared, his German accent making the word sound even harsher. “Try again.”

Lucia stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers swimming before her eyes. Three hours into their session, and she felt like her brain might melt James had dismissed her first two attempts at analyzing the quarterly reports, finding flaws in her reasoning she hadn’t considered.

“I don’t see it,” she admitted, hating the weakness in her voice.

James sighed, removing his wire–rimmed glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. “Look at sector performance compared to overall market trends. What does that tell you?”

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Lucia forced herself to focus, ignoring the headache building behind her eyes. She studied the columns of figures again, this time looking for patterns rather than individual numbers, Slowly, something came into focus. A relationship between seemingly unconnected data points.

“The technology investments are outperforming market expectations,” she said slowly, “but the returns don’t match the risk profile. Unless…” She paused, a possibility forming. “Unless Alex is using them to offset losses in the manufacturing division?”

James’s eyebrows rose slightly. The closest thing to approval she’d seen from him. “And why would he do that?”

“Tax advantages,” Lucia replied, more confident now. “But also to mask the true performance of both sectors from competitors. It looks like manufacturing is stable when it’s actually volatile, and tech appears modest when/it’s actually exceptional.”

A thin smile cracked James’s stern face. “Now you’re thinking like someone who wants to build wealth, not just count it.”

For the first time in the session, Lucia felt a spark of excitement. This wasn’t just about understanding numbers. It was about strategy, psychology, seeing the game behind the game.

“Show me more,” she demanded.

James’s smile widened. “Good. Now you’re asking the right questions.”

By afternoon, the session had transformed. No longer was James the stern teacher correcting her mistakes. Now they sat side by side, diving deep into Alex’s operations, with James pointing out subtle strategies that had built his empire.

“Most people never see beyond surface numbers,” James explained, pulling up another spreadsheet. “But the real story lies in relationships between figures. The patterns. The anomalies.”

“Like reading between lines,” Lucia murmured.

“Exactly. Finance is a language. Anyone can learn vocabulary, but few develop true fluency.” He glanced at her with newfound respect. “You have an instinct for it.”

The compliment warmed her more than it should have. For seventeen years, Marco had handled all their finances, dismissing her questions with patronizing explanations about not worrying her pretty head with complex matters. Now here was one of Europe’s top financial minds telling her she had natural talent.

“What about this?” she asked, pointing to a section James hadn’t covered. “These investment patterns in the Asian markets seem deliberate. Almost like Alex is positioning for something specific.”

James leaned closer, studying the area she’d indicated. His eyebrows rose again. “Impressive catch. Yes, this is part of a long- term acquisition strategy. Alex has been carefully building minority stakes in complementary businesses, staying just under the threshold that would require public disclosure.”

“So when he’s ready to make his move, competitors won’t see it coming,” Lucia concluded, a thrill running through her at having spotted something significant.

“Precisely.” James sat back, regarding her with new interest. “I’ve trained many analysts over the years. Most take months to develop the instinct you’re showing after just weeks.”

Pride swelled in her chest, but with it came a shadow of anger. How different might her life have been if someone had recognized this ability years ago? If Marco had seen her as a partner rather than a possession?

I’ve spent most of my life being underestimated,” she said quietly. “It won’t happen again.”

When Lena returned from her classes that afternoon, she found Lucia still in the study, surrounded by reports and journals. “Dad said you’ve been at it since before dawn,” Lena commented, dropping onto the sofa. “You know this isn’t a race, right?“.

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Lucia looked up, blinking as she refocused. “It feels like one. Against time. Against expectations.”

“Against Marco?”

The name hung in the air. Lucia hadn’t spoken it aloud in days, as if saying it might summon him across oceans to this sanctuary.

“Yes,” she admitted. “Against Marco. Against the life he forced me into. Against the years I lost believing I wasn’t capable of

more.”

Dinner that evening felt like a celebration, though nothing was officially being celebrated. Alex had opened an exquisite bottle of wine, and the chef had prepared Lucia’s favorite meal of the past weeks. Roasted duck with cherry reduction.

“James gave me a full report,” Alex said, refilling her wine glass. “He’s impressed. Says you spotted patterns in my Asian investments that his junior analysts missed.”

Lucia felt her cheeks warm, not just from the wine. “It’s fascinating work. Once you understand underlying principles, it’s like seeing the matrix behind everything.”

“That’s how it felt for me too, when I first started,” Alex admitted. “Like discovering a secret language that explained how the world really worked.”

Lena, sitting across from them, rolled her eyes. “Great, now I have two finance nerds at the table.”

They laughed, the sound echoing through the dining room, and Lucia realized with a start that she felt happy. Not just distracted from pain, but genuinely content in this moment.

“Which brings me to tomorrow’s agenda,” Alex continued. “I’d like you to join me for a meeting with the board of my European holdings. As an observer.”

Lucia nearly choked on her wine. “The board? Alex, I’ve only been studying for weeks.”

“Sometimes the best learning comes from immersion.” His expression grew serious. “Besides, there’s something I want you to see. Something that might help with your education.”

The way he emphasized the last word made it clear he wasn’t talking about financial education.

“What kind of something?” Lucia asked.

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