Andrew mocked me online, his posts dripping with scorn:
“Hahaha! Defeated and fleeing in disgrace—what a shameful fall for someone so high and mighty!”
But Victoria panicked. She searched frantically, hiring private investigators across the globe, desperate to find me.
She even issued a bounty, offering thirty percent of Hayes’s shares to anyone who could find me, later raising it to fifty.
But no one responded.
A year later, fate arranged our meeting. At Disneyland, Victoria, with her son and daughter, suddenly ran into me—holding a child of my own.
Her gaze locked onto the infant in my arms. Tears welled in her eyes as she rushed forward.
“Hubby, I finally found you.”
She had no idea I had appeared on purpose—ready to bring them down.
