Fall For You( Love , marriage and divorce #3)

you think this little esc

vely calm voice, had everyone swea

her cold gaze

rtment's venomous remarks were like pouring gasoline on an already raging inferno. Each word felt lik

elentless assault, leaving Monique grappling with a mix of

less than anyone. What happened today was just the tip of the

an a life tainted by the shadows of gossip and cruelty. Monique was determine

and her daughter. The fearless keyboard warriors had been turned into meek mice. Given a chance to redo t

lective acknowledgment of the consequences t

ision. If not, then they were doomed. Who would want to

eight of their imprudent words loomed over them,

e. Beaumont Corp was one of the best companies in the country. It hadn't been easy

k in, and the price of their reckless behavior now

nt stance faltered under the weight of public scrutiny, his gaze flitting between

ly. Just because he had left Monique for Lydia didn't mean Sahara was less important than Alex

ion, suddenly, a shrill laugh pierced the quiet room,

ome people just didn't k

s like you have

vocal in the elevator and shamelessly took videos, had finally found

d out, her voice cracking. "W

meone, a child at that for your amusement is a joke? Sharing private, hurtful words with

rs. The other two women, emboldened by Sarah's breakdown, remai

d forward. "Monique, please," he started, his voi

que's laughter. It was a cold, mirthless sound tha

where we confront the consequences of our actions, where we learn that words, even digital ones, carry weight. Today, I wil

choed through the room. They were family-oriented people, with wives, children, aging p

a desperate defiance. "You have no right to throw your we

asp rippled th

Clinton

echoed, the word tasting bitter on her tongue. "Perhaps yo

on, it's the tr

he bit out. "Secu

Monique raised her hand

er weight around, where does that put Ms Lydia?

the subtle n

filled t

Lydia is the rightfu

bully; why can't she j

dia. She must want to vomit

woman; why can

s so aw

ad for Mr

he murmurs of agreemen

lain this, Mrs. Ex-wife. Why are you here, disrupting the

ntervened, his voice a stra

umiliation, ignored him. "No, Mr. Clinton," she declared, turning back to Monique.

ger at Monique.''You're just a

s spine. "Sarah James, Lydia Jones', secretary," she remarked, her v

Clinton growl

well as my own." Sarah puffed out her

e you so valiantly defending?" Moni

face like water down a drain. "She... she's the r

wner?" she repeated, the word echoing in the hushed room. "Interesting int

tatement.The direction of the c

he doors swung open, revealing a tall, broa

ique's secret weapon. A mischievous glint fl

her voice a stark contrast to the ic

y?" he inquired, his gaze sweeping the room, t

nd that sent shivers down Clinton's sp

hand. He cleared his throat, his voice

Monique Shetty." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Ms. S

ce a mask of disbelief. "Moni

. Clinton," he declared, laying a document on the t

and murmurs. Sarah's face drained of colo

!" Clinton sputtered, his voi

voice unwavering. "Ms. Shetty also owns 60% of the company shares, leaving you with a

pted from

phant smirk dissolving

nto his chair,

cardo's gaze with a flic

, Mr. Gwaba?" Clinton as

rity vote and therefore, the controlling interest in Bea

ne. "It means," she interjected, her voice like velvet-wrapped steel, "tha

crutiny. "Your incessant harassment and slander," she continued, her voice dripping with cold

weight of Monique's statement hit them. Sara

anged nervous glances, u

uttered, her voice regaining its edge,

er amusement momentarily rep

d baseless accusations at me, a shareholder and the one holding the power to make such decision

egal action against each of you for slander and emotional distress. The documents outlining the

ng at the screen with horrified disbelief. The other employees checke

er heart. They had underestimated her, dismissed her as

her expression unreadable. "It seems, Mr. Clinton," she said, her voice lace

d his mouth to speak, but the words failed him. Monique, her purpose fulfilled for

knew it had crum