The Divorce That Brought Us Back novel Chapter 323

Seraphina was absolutely using Nora.

Ever since she seized power at the Sinclair Group, she had weathered betrayals from her most trusted executives, mutinies from her own blood relatives, brutal corporate warfare against her siblings, and the toxic manipulation of parents who disguised their blatant favoritism as love. She trusted absolutely no one.

The empire was her grandfather's life's work.

She would slaughter anyone who tried to destroy it.

Armed with his legacy and terrifying resources, she had sworn to carve the rot out of the company.

But as she dug deeper into the core operations, she realized the corruption ran far deeper than she could have ever imagined.

It was a bloodbath of hidden agendas and vicious power grabs.

She had discovered that Sebastian had been maintaining a secret alliance with Bella for years.

Bella was a vile, gutter-trash schemer, and Seraphina loathed her down to her very soul.

Her grandfather had expressly ordered the family to sever all ties with the Coles.

But Sebastian had completely ignored the old man's dying command.

And their parents had done absolutely nothing to rein in his reckless treason.

It was then that she fully realized she was completely alone, at war with her own family.

She orchestrated the arrest of her corrupt uncles, weeping crocodile tears to her parents about how much the men had stolen from the firm.

She systematically exiled her cousins from the boardroom, while publicly praising Sebastian's brilliance and hailing him as the rightful heir.

She harbored a vicious, burning hatred for the time her father had struck her, yet she still threw her arms around him and Sebastian, preaching about the absolute necessity of family unity during times of crisis.

She was drowning in a swamp of filth, completely lucid.

As for Nora.

Nora had been the one to seek her out.

Yes, she had used the girl, but Nora had extracted the exact intel she needed in return.

It was a flawlessly executed, mutual transaction.

He had zero right to lecture her about it.

"Nothing left to say?"

She arched an arrogant brow at him, chuckling coldly. "Look, Maloney, any intel you can dig up, my people can find too. Who I choose to manipulate, who I destroy, and how I run my game—that is none of your damn business."

She had said that Maloney Jameson was terrifyingly in love with his wife.

When she first heard it, she had written it off as a pathetic joke.

'Love' was such a colossal, devastating word. How could anyone possibly claim to know the depths of another man's heart?

Now, the sheer magnitude of it was suffocating her.

Or rather, she finally understood exactly what kind of psychotic, all-consuming devotion Diana had been talking about.

She flipped through the rest of the horrifying dossier with shaking hands.

He possessed absolute, god-like omniscience over the Cole family's entire sordid history.

Yet his wife remained utterly untouched by the carnage.

The man sharing her bed held all the bloody secrets to the universe, yet she had been forced to beg a stranger for breadcrumbs.

Seraphina's mind flashed back to the desperate scene at the airport.

So that was it.

That day, he hadn't been asserting his dominance. He had been desperately begging for his wife's forgiveness.