"If she still refuses to surrender, she'll end up behind bars! And when that happens, she'll come crawling back, begging to remarry. Alexander can do whatever he wants with her then, right?"

Nathan smirked, thoroughly satisfied with his own devious brilliance.

Victoria's lips curved into a wicked smile.

Once Amy had a criminal record, her life would be destroyed.

Even if she tried joining that prestigious Solmaris Conservatory, it wouldn’t matter.

Who would accept a woman with a tainted past?

Dominic turned to Alexander, his voice tense. "Alexander, isn’t this going too far?"

Too far? If anything, it was merciless.

Alexander swirled his wine glass, his gaze distant and cold.

"She’s grown too bold. Maybe it’s time she learns her place."

Dominic’s tone darkened. "Alexander, if you do this, you’ll regret it."

"She’ll be the one drowning in regret. I’ve been too lenient, and now she thinks she can defy me endlessly."

Alexander’s expression hardened, his voice like ice. "I’ll make sure she understands—without me, she’s nothing."

Nathan eagerly chimed in, stoking the flames. "Exactly! You have no idea how much trouble Amy’s caused—she sabotaged a billion-dollar deal for Blackwood Enterprises! She needs to learn what happens when you challenge real power. Does she really think she can stand against us?"

"Enough, Dominic. Don’t pretend to be the hero here. This is for Liam’s sake—so he can have a proper family. Haven’t you heard the saying? 'A beaten dog always returns to its master.'"

Dominic fell silent, his eyes shadowed as he looked away.

"What?!" Samantha’s face paled as she answered the call. "Why are you suspending our accounts? We haven’t violated any rules—our content is completely legitimate!"

Amy, Samantha, and Sebastian had just settled down for dinner when the platform’s call came through.

"Um… our system detected irregularities in your engagement metrics. It appears there may have been artificial inflation, so your account is temporarily suspended—"

"That’s absurd! We never cheated—hello? Hello?!"

But the line went dead before Samantha could protest further.

One after another, calls from other platforms followed—vague accusations, sudden bans.

Samantha’s expression darkened with each rejection.

Sebastian, overhearing, offered, "Should I investigate this for you?"

Amy glanced at her phone, reading a new message. "No need. I already know who’s responsible."

Samantha’s eyes widened in realization. "They’re targeting us deliberately!"

She slammed her fist on the table. "We all know who’s petty enough to do this!"

"Amy was married to Alexander for five years, bore him an heir. Even if she wasn’t perfect, she fulfilled her role. Did he really have to destroy everything she built?"

Amy’s face remained eerily calm, as if none of this affected her.

Instead, she reached for her fork. "Don’t let it ruin your appetite. You’ve been looking forward to this meal for ages, haven’t you? Eat before it gets cold."

Samantha’s eyes burned with furious tears. "I just heard—they’ve blacklisted you everywhere, Amy. They’re threatening every platform: anyone who hosts your content will face Prescott Industries’ wrath!"

"All the followers we worked so hard for—gone in an instant, just because they snapped their fingers!"

Amy’s gaze was glacial, her fingers tightening around her phone.

At that moment, the screen lit up with a new message.

The sender’s name—Dominic Whitmore—reflected in her cold, unreadable eyes.