The Moment I Froze His Black Card Was More Satisfying Than Our Wedding Night - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Cameron's expression changed.
"Rowan, I told you it was an accident. I still love you. We've been married for twenty years—do you really have the heart to divorce me?"
I cut him off, spitting each word in his face: "Cameron, you're absolutely shameless!"
All these years he'd been using my money to support his mistress and bastards, and now he wanted to have his cake and eat it too—keeping me around as his sugar mama.
The way those two bastards looked at me was pure contempt and disdain.
I wasn't blind—God knows how many years they'd been laughing at me behind my back.
I'd originally thought that if this really was just an accident, I could throw some money at the problem and make it go away.
After all, I was the one who fell for Cameron first.
I'd loved him for twenty years. Even though I was hurting, I was willing to give him one more chance.
But now I could see it was all wishful thinking on my part.
His eyes and heart belonged entirely to Sage and the kids.
All this time he hadn't wanted a divorce—not because he couldn't bear to lose me, but because he couldn't bear to give up his personal ATM.
Seeing me talk so harshly, Cameron's face darkened too.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and played his trump card:
"Rowan Sullivan, if you really want a divorce, I'll take half of everything. You can kiss that IPO goodbye."
Cameron had it all figured out.
He knew the company was like my child—I'd poured my heart and soul into it, and I'd been preparing for the public offering for three years.
He was betting I couldn't bear to lose him or the company, that I'd definitely cave.
Seeing my face darken, Cameron softened his voice to coax me.
"Rowan, you know I love you. Otherwise, why would I have left the kids to spend twenty-plus years with you?"
"I just made a mistake—it doesn't mean I don't love you anymore."
"You always said that when we got older, you'd step back from the company and we'd travel the world together. Now we have heirs who can help you manage the business. They have my blood running through their veins, and I know their character. Isn't that better than handing it over to strangers..."
Cameron kept trying to persuade me with all sorts of reasoning.
If I hadn't caught those meaningful glances he kept shooting the kids, I might have actually believed him for a second.
The calculating look that flashed through all three of their eyes was impossible to hide.
When he suggested we be childfree all those years ago, he was already waiting for this day—waiting for me to be old and decrepit, with no chance of having children.
Then he could use threats and sweet talk, bringing his mistress and illegitimate kids to smoothly take over everything I'd built.
And laughed at me behind my back, saying I was a lovesick fool who deserved to die alone and miserable.
When I didn't respond, he left with the two kids.
I had no idea where they went.
All I saw was his Instagram post that night—
Pictures of the three of them on a shopping spree, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses from the airport pickup, welcoming his mistress's "glorious" return.
For the next three days straight, Cameron didn't come home.
I knew he must be living it up at the suburban villa, completely smitten.
Every day Cameron would send me a text, urging me to hurry up with the stock transfer paperwork, always ending with a kissy-face emoji.
"Honey, Sage just got back and everything's unfamiliar to her. Once I get things sorted here, I'll come home to be with you. Love you!"
I watched coldly as Cameron bought Sage luxury cars and designer watches, watched him smugly show off their relationship on Instagram.
The caption read: "Twenty years of weathering storms together—finally I can hold you openly."
Scumbags like him weren't just scheming—they were masters of disguise. Twenty-two years, and now he finally didn't have to pretend anymore.
I simply gave his post a like.
But my calm reaction made them think I'd given in, that the twins getting the company was a done deal.
After all, even if we divorced, I'd end up with nothing—better to suck up to them and gain some family members.
Besides, I was already in my fifties. What good was money at my age when I had no blood relatives of my own?
Cameron had even started contacting reporters, looking for venues to hold a press conference.
When my secretary Griffin came to the office with a stack of documents to pick me up, Cameron happened to be there too. He smiled and reminded me, "Be extra careful with the IPO. Once it's successful, the market value will jump by a hundred million. Then it'll be easier for Adrian and Natasha to take over."
Griffin smiled and agreed, "Absolutely, having family will definitely make things easier. Blood relatives and all."
Cameron missed the subtext in Griffin's words, thinking I'd already told my secretary about his situation.
After all, Griffin had been with me since graduating college—both secretary and personal assistant. Nearly forty now and still unmarried.
There were plenty of rumors around the company about Griffin and me, but we were completely innocent.
The moment we stepped outside, I looked calmly at my secretary.
"How many did you find?"
"Three. I'm handling the arrangements."
"Good. Set them up with food and lodging, and when the time is right, bring them all over."