My Husband Divorced Me To Marry His Mistress, Thinking He Owned My Family’s Multi-million Dollar Company. He Just Found Out He’s Actually An At-will Employee. Who Should Tell Him He’s About To Get Arrested At His Own Wedding?

A New Beginning

Meanwhile, in a quiet green area outside the city’s hustle and bustle, a very different situation was unfolding. A large building with modern yet welcoming architecture stood majestically. A plaque at the entrance read: Alcazar Education Foundation.

On the green lawn, orphan children ran about happily in clean, decent uniforms. On the building’s terrace, Eleanor watched them with a sincere smile on her lips. Her face looked much fresher and more radiant than a month ago.

The heavy burden that had oppressed her chest was completely gone. She wore an elegant work outfit combining professionalism and simplicity. Mr. Hayes came out the main door of the building carrying a folder with a monthly report.,

He approached Eleanor and handed it to her. “This month’s financial report, Miss Eleanor. Since the management restructuring and clearing out the parasites in the company, our profits have increased by 30%. Investors have regained confidence in the Alcazar Group.”

Mr. Hayes smiled with satisfaction; he was proud to see his niece taking full control with wisdom. Eleanor accepted the folder, glanced through it briefly, and nodded in pleasure. It turns out running a company wasn’t as scary as Damian used to say; with honesty and the right team, everything ran smoothly.

“Thank you, Uncle Alexander. Without your help, I would probably still be trapped in that illusion of fear,” Eleanor said sincerely.

She closed the folder and looked at the clear blue sky. “From this month’s profits, please allocate 50% to renovating the girls’ dormitory out back and to scholarships for these children’s education through college. The rest to the company’s reserves for expansion capital.”,

Mr. Hayes nodded. “A wise decision. By the way, the lawyer just reported Damian’s sentence is out. He has been sentenced to 12 years in prison and ordered to pay restitution. The old house where you lived has officially reverted to you.”

Mr. Hayes delivered the news in a neutral tone, like a simple report. Eleanor was silent for a moment. Upon hearing Damian’s name and the house, she felt a little nostalgia, but no longing.

It was a feeling of relief because that dark chapter of her life was truly over. “Sell the house, Uncle. I don’t need the memories there. Donate the proceeds from the sale to build a community center in the town we sponsor. I want to cleanse every trace of that past and turn it into something useful.”

Eleanor then walked toward her new black sedan parked in the driveway. Her driver opened the door for her respectfully. Before getting in, Eleanor turned one last time toward the foundation building.,

She saw the children laughing freely, living a simple life but one full of affection. She realized something important: true happiness doesn’t lie in $100,000 parties, in flaunting on social media, or in false recognition from others. True happiness is in inner peace, in an intact dignity, and in the ability to be useful to others.

Eleanor got into the car. The cool air from the climate control greeted her. She leaned back in her seat, feeling light.

Now, she took out her phone, opened the photo gallery, and deleted an old album containing her wedding photos with Damian. One by one, the photos disappeared from digital memory, just like the pain from her heart. Then she put her phone away and looked at the straight road through the window.

“To headquarters, please,” Eleanor ordered her driver softly.

The sedan started moving slowly, leaving the foundation behind, making its way through the busy city streets toward the skyscraper where Eleanor would preside over her first board meeting as the sole recognized owner. The sun shone brightly, illuminating the road ahead as if the universe were blessing her new beginning.,

Eleanor smiled, this time a smile for herself. She knew her life had just begun, and the greatest lesson she had learned from all this was that sometimes a woman’s silence doesn’t mean she is weak or foolish, but that she is devising a strategy to win the war without needing many words. A perfect checkmate.