My Ex-Husband Threw Me Out Pregnant, but My Father Brought the Ultimate Revenge

The Arrival of Arthur Vance

The doors of the lead SUV swung open, and out stepped Arthur Vance. At sixty-two, Olivia's father was a towering figure of quiet authority, flanked by three men in impeccably tailored charcoal suits. Richard’s smug expression wavered for a fraction of a second before he forced a confident chuckle, stepping down the stairs to meet them.

"Arthur,"

Richard said, spreading his arms wide. "If you're here to plead for your daughter, you're wasting your breath. The divorce is finalized. The prenup she signed leaves her with nothing, and this mansion is mine."

Arthur didn't even look at Richard. He walked straight to Olivia, gently wiping a tear from her cheek and kissing her forehead. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asked softly. Olivia nodded, drawing strength from his presence. Arthur turned back to Richard, his eyes turning to ice as he gestured to one of the attorneys.

"You always were a terrible businessman, Richard,"

Arthur said, his voice calm but lethal. "And an even worse husband. You spent so much time plotting this divorce that you failed to read the fine print of your own life."

The lead attorney stepped forward, handing Richard a thick blue folder. Richard snatched it, his brow furrowing as he flipped through the pages. Sarah peered over his shoulder, her confident smirk beginning to falter.

"What is this?"

Richard demanded, his voice rising in pitch.

"That is an immediate eviction notice, followed by a corporate foreclosure," the attorney explained calmly. "This estate was never owned by your corporation. It is owned by the Vance Family Trust, which leased it to your company. Due to the moral turpitude clause in your corporate charter, which you breached by embezzling funds to support your mistress, the lease is terminated. Effective immediately."