Months passed, and Peter’s gloating only grew louder. His extravagant affairs were a carefully curated performance to rub salt in Cindy’s supposed wounds. He wanted her to feel small, irrelevant, forgotten. But Peter underestimated her. Cindy watched from a distance, unbothered, her focus entirely elsewhere.
Once the divorce was finalized, Cindy wasted no time. She rented a modest flat, a stark contrast to Peter’s mansion, but one that offered her a fresh start. Quietly, she hired a Chartered Accountant and began unraveling the contents of the pendrive. Each step brought her closer to a plan.