Chapter 32

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• Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 63

  ANTHONY’S POVI stood in front of the mirror, water still dripping down my face. My heart was racing. Not from fear, but something else. My chest felt like it could barely contain the way it pounded. I braced my hands on the edge of the sink, trying to catch my breath. It wasn’t just what happened—it was how easy it felt. Her lips, her hands, the quiet sounds she made that only I got to hear. It had felt real. Grounded. Like maybe we were starting again, for real this time.I leaned on the sink, staring at my reflection. My hair was a mess. My skin was flushed. My lips were still tingling. I looked like a man who’d just won something—something he’d wanted for a long time.She chose to stay. She chose me. The thought alone was enough to make my chest feel tight.I dried my face, smoothed my hair back, tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t afford to mess this up by rushing. I couldn’t scare her away now. We’d just shared something real. Something perfect. I couldn’t bulldoze ahead an

• Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 62

  ELISHA’S POVAnthony’s upcoming birthday party was announced in the papers. That wasn’t the one I’d been invited to, apparently. Looking at the invitation again, this seemed like a private, more intimate party with just the two of us. The venue was his penthouse… the same one where we’d spent the night together after the incident at the hotel with Damian. I knew what he was trying to do… I wasn’t a fool.“Did you get my invite?” he asked me when he called. “Yes, seems like a fun party,” I teased. “Oh yes, very fun. Super small. Just a close friend.”“Right,” I laughed.Then came the tone I recognized too well—apologetic and sheepish.“Listen,” he began. “You probably saw the news about the big country‑house party at Grandad’s place…”Of course, I had.“Yes,” I said softly.“Look—I’m only going for an hour. To be polite. But I want to spend the evening with you. Alone. You understand, right?”Of course I did. I was once part of this world. We had to be polite, present, and diplomat

• Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 61

  ANTHONY’S POVI had everything planned for tonight. Something simple, private. Just her and me.A late dinner on the terrace of my penthouse, the skyline lit up in the distance. Her favorite playlist and a candlelit table set by a chef flown in from Italy. Every detail was for her. I didn’t want gifts or speeches. I wanted Elisha.But plans rarely survive my family.My stepmother had other ideas—an entire celebration at Grandad’s country house. Champagne fountains. Ice sculptures. Imported orchids from Thailand. She said it was just a “little gathering,” but I knew better. There’d be hundreds of guests, photographers, catered food, and a full bar. And I had to show up—if only out of respect.My father didn’t care for such parties. He barely cared for birthdays. But Priscilla loved appearances. She always had. Especially now, with Grandad watching everything more closely.So I put on the tux. I combed my hair back. And I drove two hours out of the city just to wave at a crowd of peop

• Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 60

  ELISHA’S POVOver the next few weeks, every time I arrived at the lab, there was always a gift in my locker. Always with a card… always with a message to have a nice day… always signed. Anthony. The gifts were always expensive—a designer wallet, a pair of Cartier earrings, and a rare perfume—and always accompanied by snacks. Belgian chocolate-covered pretzels. French macaroons. Sometimes he’d send a packed lunch around noon. I couldn’t fathom what he was trying to do here… we had clearly left things on bad terms. He’d been walking around with a scar on his lip that hadn’t healed as fast as he’d hoped. People stared… but didn’t dare ask. That morning, I opened my locker to find the day’s haul: a luxurious essential oil set from India and a basket of freshly baked muffins from my favorite bakery. I breathed in the scent as I unpacked my work bag. “What is it this time?” I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned to see Davina, grinning ear to ear. I subtly packed the oils into my b

• Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 59

  ELISHA’S POVI hated that I was breaking down like this in front of him. The one person I had spent months trying to prove I was over. The one person who had shattered me in every way, and still walked like he owned the world. And now, here I was—eyes red, voice cracking, tears streaming—and he just sat there watching.My vision blurred. I wiped at my face with trembling fingers, desperate to pull myself together. I tried not to sniffle. I tried to steady my breathing. Every thought screamed to pull away, to walk out the door, to do anything but sit here, exposed and unraveling.We sat in our own secluded tent. A private canopy with thick white curtains, soft lighting, and a small candle burning on the table. It was meant to be romantic. It felt suffocating. The hushed murmur of the other diners was muffled, the outside world just beyond the linen drapes. Even with the curtains, I still felt like I was on display. For him. Every inch of my grief, my humiliation, my breaking—he had

• Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 58

  ELISHA’S POVI stared at my phone for a moment before I answered. My heart thudded.“Hello?”A wail greeted me. I might have thought it was an animal screaming if Natalie hadn’t burst out: “Eli, you have to help me!”My stomach pulled in knots. “What the hell happened?”“What? How did that happen?”“Anthony came here this morning,” she continued between sobs, “and told Dad not to make you marry Francesco. Dad said he gave his word to Ralph Marino. So if you won’t marry his son… I should!”Her voice cracked. I heard tension behind it. Despite everything, I felt a pang of pity. It seemed our father treated us both like pieces on a chessboard. There was both depression and relief in that fact. “I’m sorry, Nat,” I said carefully. “Francesco is… actually a good guy. Maybe meet him once?”She slammed her palm somewhere. “He’s a freak! He’s obsessed with cars! Why doesn’t he just marry one?”“Nat, that’s not nice—”She cut in sharp and fast. “And why is Anthony coming to fight your battles?