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OLIVIA “Olivia Brown!” Asher called out, his voice ringing through the room, prompting a chuckle to escape my lips as I sat in the audience. I raised an eyebrow, amused by his choice of words. Was he forgetting something? The fact that we were divorced and I no longer bear his family's name. I made my way to the stage, ignoring the tantrum he was throwing from behind me. A satisfying smile curled up my lips. You know the feeling when you finally have the chance to get back at someone who had always belittled you. It's pure bliss! I savored every second, relishing the look on his face. It was priceless! ‘How did she get such amount?’ would be racing through his mind. Well, dear ex-husband, you are free to imagine whatever possibilities you want, but I owe you no explanation. As for