THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.
Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Chapter 23

At that moment everyone looked at him, he raised a hand and pointed straight at James. "You. Find the person you crossed. Whoever you insulted. Whoever you belittled. Whoever you disrespected find them."

Immediately James swallowed hard. "But I don’t even know who I offended!"

Darnell slammed his hand on the table. "Then start remembering! Because if you don’t, we’re all finished."

The weight of their anger, their desperation, fell hard on James’s shoulders.

Ashcombe continued, "There’s only one reason the Victor family would move like this swift, silent, and with no second chances. They’re not doing this just to punish us. They’re making an example. And unfortunately, we’re caught in the crossfire."

"So what do we do?" another businessman asked, panic creeping into his voice.

"We apologize," Bartholomew Ainsley said plainly. "To whoever it is. We find out exactly who James wronged, and we beg them. We go on our knees if we have to. We clear this up before it gets worse."

James looked around the table, no one was laughing anymore.

No one was smiling, they were all looking at him like he held the knife that stabbed them in the back.

And maybe... maybe he had, even if he didn’t mean to.

He rubbed his temples. His thoughts were spinning. Who could it be? Who had the power to turn the Victors against him like this? Who had he offended that badly?

Who? as the men began to whisper and argue, one voice stood out: "You better remember, James. Because if you don’t, we all go down."

And James knew...This wasn’t about business anymore.

It was survival.

At that moment, James gave way.

He slumped back into his seat as though the floor had been ripped from under him.

His breath caught in his chest. His lips parted, but no sound came out. He couldn’t believe what he had just remembered. Cora again.

That wasn’t possible, It couldn’t be.

His mind raced through the chaos of the last few days, rewinding every conversation, every expression, every detail he had ignored. It didn’t add up. Cora was just his ex-wife. A woman he had once believed he had the upper hand over, the same woman he dismissed and betrayed without even blinking. But now... it felt like he had been playing with fire without realizing it, and now everything was burning.

At that moment he rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the growing fear crawling through his veins.

If it was true, what kind of relationship does Cora have with the Victor family? how is she connected to all this? his chest tightened.

And for the first time, James felt something he hadn’t felt in years small. Very small.

"I think my ex wife Cora has something to do with this."

He said with a low voice.

Then came the voice that snapped him back to reality. Firm, cold, and dangerously calm.

The man who had called him for the meeting Mr. Black leaned forward. His eyes, once filled with business warmth, were now hard as steel.

"You know something," Black said sharply. "You’re telling me the Victors pulled the strings, and now you’re telling me Cora might be involved?"

James froze.

Black didn’t wait. "That’s it, isn’t it? You offended her. And she made one call. Just one call."

James shook his head slowly. "No... I mean... I didn’t know... I didn’t think—"

"Don’t give us that nonsense!" Black snapped, slamming his palm on the table. "You didn’t think? You didn’t think? James, look at us! Our names are on a blacklist! Our assets are about to be frozen. Our partnerships are disintegrating by the second—and you’re here telling us you didn’t think?"

James couldn’t respond. His mouth was dry.

Another man leaned in, voice lower, almost begging. "Who is she to the Victors? You must know. You were married to her. What connection does she have? Is she dating one of them? Is she their investor? Did you mess with their sister or something?"

At that moment James stared at them blankly. He didn’t have the answer. But the terrifying part was that deep down, something told him the answer was yes. Cora was no longer the woman he thought he knew.

She wasn’t his poor, handicapped wife who needed him to survive.

She was something else, someone else.

And then the question came—the one James feared the most.

Mr. Black stood slowly, pointing a finger at him with deliberate weight.

"The lady you spoke ill about—the person you humiliated, disrespected... whoever it was that made the Victors move against us—you know who it is."

James looked up, silent.

"We need her," Black said, his voice now cold and resolute. "We need her. Immediately."

He stepped closer.

"Tell us how we are going to see this person."

At that moment, James then raise his hands slightly, a gesture of both confusion and defense.

He didn’t want to give in so early because something this tells him he might be wrong, it’s not Cora.

"I don’t know what you’re all talking about," he said, his voice low but strained, almost cracking under the weight of the moment. "Just like the ceremony... I don’t even understand what happened there. One minute everything was set, and the next, the Victor pulled out. I didn’t do anything. I swear it."

James took a breath and continued, trying to steady himself, though his legs were already trembling beneath the table.

"I didn’t even get a hint. Nothing. Not a warning. Not a whisper. So when they changed their mind about the contract, I was as shocked as every other person sitting in this room."

He looked around again, this time with more intensity, searching for just one face that didn’t doubt him but there was none.

"I don’t know what those other families did to get punished like that. I don’t know what offense they committed. I don’t even know what kind of power or connection would lead to something like this happening so fast, so clean, and so brutal..."

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