Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex
Chapter 124: It Is Time

Chapter 124: It Is Time

Diane’s POV

Liam’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock and desperation as he looked around the table. But there was no mercy in any of the faces staring back at him.

"The motion passes," Guerrero announced. "Liam Ashton is hereby removed as CEO of Synergy Sphere, effective immediately and for real this time."

Then came the moment I’d been waiting for, the moment that would change everything.

"Now," Guerrero continued, his voice warm as he looked at me, "the CEO position is vacant and has been vacant for some time. I’m pleased to announce that Diane Evans will be taking over as the new CEO of Synergy Sphere."

The room erupted in applause. My heart soared as I stood, accepting congratulations from board members who had once viewed me as nothing more than Liam’s wife. Now they saw me as their leader.

But the applause was interrupted by the sound of the boardroom door opening. My father walked in, his presence immediately commanding attention. His silver hair was perfectly styled, his suit impeccable, but it was the power he radiated that made everyone turn to look at him.

"Congratulations, sweetheart," he said, his voice carrying across the room as he walked directly to me. His eyes were bright with pride and love as he pulled me into a warm embrace.

"Everyone," I said, my voice shaking with emotion, "I’d like you to meet my father, Andrew Evans. He’s the owner and CEO of Elite Group."

The reaction was immediate and electric. Every person in the room recognized the name, recognized the power it represented. Elite Group wasn’t just any investment firm—it was one of the most influential financial institutions in the country.

But it was Liam’s reaction that caught my attention. His head snapped up at the sound of my father’s voice, his eyes widening with recognition and something that looked like terror.

"Actually," Guerrero said, his voice carrying across the suddenly silent room, "I have one more announcement to make."

He reached for his phone, and I watched as he sent a quick text. "I’m transferring my shares to my daughter," he announced. "She’ll be joining us as a board member."

The door opened again, and Natasha walked in. She was breathtaking in a green silk blouse and fitted black skirt, her hair gleaming under the boardroom lights. She moved with the confidence of someone who belonged here, who had every right to be in this room.

"I present to you my beautiful daughter," Guerrero said, his voice thick with pride.

Natasha walked directly to me, pulling me into a warm hug. "Thank you," she whispered in my ear, her voice emotional. "Thank you for everything."

I looked over her shoulder at Liam, and what I saw there almost made me laugh. He looked like a man trapped in a nightmare, his face cycling through expressions of shock, confusion, and dawning horror.

The woman he’d been sleeping with, the woman he’d thought was just Guerrero’s side piece, was actually Guerrero’s daughter. The daughter of one of the company’s executive. The implications were staggering, and I could see Liam’s mind racing to process what this meant for him.

But my father’s voice cut through the moment like a knife.

"Liam"

The single word carried such menace, such controlled fury, that the entire room went silent. My father’s eyes were locked on Liam’s, and I saw recognition pass between them—and terror on Liam’s part.

"You remember me, don’t you?" my father continued, his voice deadly quiet as he moved closer to Liam’s chair. "You cost me everything. You destroyed my life with your lies and your manipulations."

Liam’s face had gone white as a sheet. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes wide with the look of a man who knew he was doomed.

"I told you then that I would never forget," my father continued, now standing directly over Liam. "I told you that someday, karma would catch up with you. And here we are."

My father’s smile was cold, predatory. "You ruined me, Liam. And now, you’ve done the same thing to my daughter. You try to destroy her, betrayed her trust, stolen from her."

He leaned down, bringing his face level with Liam’s. "But here’s the beautiful irony—in destroying my daughter, you’ve given me the perfect opportunity to destroy you. Karma really is a bitch, isn’t it, Liam? Don’t you think so?"

The tension in the room was suffocating. Everyone sat frozen, afraid to move, afraid to breathe. The confrontation between my father and Liam was decades in the making, and the raw emotion, the promise of vengeance, was palpable.

Liam tried to speak, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, but no sound came out. He was trapped, cornered, with nowhere to run.

"I’m going to finish you," my father said, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. "I’m going to make sure you pay for every lie you’ve told, every life you’ve destroyed, every heart you’ve broken. Starting with my daughters."

The intensity of the moment, the weight of decades of pain and betrayal, the stunning revelation of connections I’d never known existed—it all crashed over me at once. My chest tightened, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.

A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, and I gasped, my hand flying to my belly. The twins. Oh God, the twins.

"Diane?" Noah’s voice seemed to come from very far away.

Another pain, stronger this time, radiating from my back to my front. I doubled over, gasping for air, my vision blurring at the edges.

"The babies," I managed to say, panic creeping into my voice. "Something’s wrong."

The room erupted into chaos. Chairs scraped against the floor as people rushed toward me. I heard my father’s voice, sharp with concern, heard Noah calling my name.

But through the chaos, through my own pain and fear, I saw something that stopped my heart.

Liam had stood up. His face was no longer the mask of defeat and terror it had been moments before. Instead, there was something else there—concern, genuine worry. His hand was outstretched toward me, as if he wanted to help, as if some deeply buried part of him still cared.

For just a moment, our eyes met across the chaos of the boardroom. In that instant, I saw not the man who had betrayed me, not the husband who had stolen from me, but the father of my children. The man who, despite everything he had done, despite all the pain he had caused, still had some small part of his heart that belonged to them.

He took a step forward, his face etched with worry, but then he stopped himself. He knew he had no right. He knew he had forfeited any claim to care for me, to comfort me, to be there when I needed him.

Instead, he stepped back, his hand falling to his side, his face crumpling with a pain that had nothing to do with his professional downfall and everything to do with the family he had destroyed.

"We need to get her to the hospital," my father said, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Now."

Noah was already moving, his arm around my waist, supporting me as another contraction hit. My father was on my other side, his face tight with worry and determination.

"The car’s outside," Noah said. "I’ll drive."

As they helped me toward the door, I looked back one more time. Liam was still standing there, alone in the middle of the boardroom, watching us leave. His face was a mask of anguish, and I realized that in losing me, in losing his children, he had lost everything that truly mattered.

The other board members were standing around uncertainly, unsure what to do, how to react to the sudden transformation of what should have been a routine business meeting into a deeply personal drama that spanned decades.

But all of that faded away as another contraction hit, stronger than the others. My babies were coming, and nothing else mattered now except getting to the hospital safely.

"Hold on, sweetheart," my father said as we reached the elevator. "Everything’s going to be okay."

"I’ve got you," Noah added, his voice steady and reassuring. "We’re going to take care of you and the babies."

As the elevator doors closed, shutting out the chaos of the boardroom, I felt a strange sense of completion. The battle for Synergy Sphere was over. The confrontation with Liam had reached its conclusion. The secrets and lies that had shaped my life for so long had finally been exposed.

Now, as we rushed toward the hospital, toward the birth of my children, I realized that this wasn’t just an ending—it was a beginning. The beginning of my new life as CEO of Synergy Sphere, as a mother, as a woman who had finally learned her own worth.

The twins kicked hard against my ribs, and I smiled through the pain. They were ready to enter the world, ready to meet their family—their grandfather who had fought for them, their father figure who had chosen to love them, and their mother who had moved heaven and earth to give them the life they deserved.