Reclaimed By My Ex-husband

At Nathaniel’s office...

Isaac stepped in, hope lighting his eyes as he approached Nathaniel’s desk. He carefully placed a thick file in front of him. "Everything about the project is in here. It has already begun, but without fresh funding, everything is at a standstill. The stock is crashing. If this continues, the company won’t survive."

Nathaniel flipped through the pages, his face unreadable. Isaac waited anxiously, clinging to the thought that Nathaniel, who had once helped him through a rough patch, would extend that same generosity again.

"I came here with hope," Isaac added. "You supported me before. I just need you once more. I’ll never forget it."

Nathaniel closed the file. "This project won’t make it," he said flatly. "It’s a poor investment. I won’t put my money into something that promises no returns. I’m sorry, Isaac. I can’t help you."

Isaac’s face drained of color. He had not expected the rejection. For a moment, he was silent, caught between disbelief and desperation.

"Nathaniel, please..." he pleaded. "Don’t say that. This company is my life’s work. I’ve poured everything into it. If it falls apart, so do I. Help me, please. We are family..."

"I’m a businessman, Mr. Moore," Nathaniel said coldly, cutting him off. "I’m not running a charity. I only care about profit. Still, I helped you many times over the last five years because of our personal ties."

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as they fixed on Isaac. He had been waiting for this moment ever since he witnessed Isaac raise his hand against Zara.

"From covering your hospital expenses to paying off your son’s gambling debts, you kept taking money from Zara. Don’t think I wasn’t aware. I’ve already done more than enough for you and your family. But that ends now."

He gestured toward the door. "You can leave."