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CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 22
—ELEANOR -“Leon?”The name leaves Arthur’s mouth like a stone dropped into water, sending ripples across a surface I’ve tried so hard to keep still.I freeze.It takes a full second before my brain catches up to what he just said.Leon.My chest tightens. I stare at him, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.That name hasn’t been spoken aloud in years. Not here. Not in this room. Not by Arthur. Especially not by Arthur.I blink, trying to compose myself, but I know he sees the flicker of panic that crosses my face.He must.“No,” I say quickly, sharper than I intend. “That’s impossible. It couldn’t have been Leon.”Arthur’s brows pull together slightly, like he’s trying to gauge whether I’m denying the possibility or protecting it. But I don’t give him a chance to ask. I shift my weight, forcing the bedsheets back around me and turning my head away.“I’m full,” I say quietly, voice taut. “You can go now.”He doesn’t move.Of course he doesn’t.Arthur stays seated, shoulders te
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 21
—ELEANOR —I let Arthur feed me in silence, spoonful after careful spoonful.My pride lies somewhere under the covers, bruised and battered, but right now, eating matters more than dignity.Still, no matter how tender he acts, no matter how gentle his touch, a coil of anger stays tight in my chest.After a while, he sets the spoon down, wiping the corner of my mouth with a napkin as if I’m something precious. Something he didn’t walk out on— twice.My fingers twitch.I turn my face slightly away.He hesitates — and then, almost cautiously, he says my name, “El”It’s seriously unfair when he calls me by the nickname he gave me when he knows we’re nothing more.“About earlier… about Brianna…”His voice is low, almost strained, like he’s walking on glass. “I didn’t want you to misunderstand. Mrs. Brown called me. She said Brianna was hurt — her hand. I had no choice but to go.”I stiffen.Just like that, the breath stills in my lungs.He knows I’m angry.He can tell.Of course he should
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 20
—ELEANOR-I stir awake to a warm sensation lingering on my forehead.It’s faint, like a memory.Soft lips, a fleeting kiss.Arthur.My eyes flutter open, but the room is empty.The ache in my wrist throbs in time with my pulse, sharp and accusing.I glance toward the door, half-expecting him to walk in — but there’s only the faint rustle of the carer tidying the bedside table.“Where’s Arthur?” I ask, my voice rough from sleep.The woman glances up, folding a cloth neatly. “Mr. Arthur left early this morning,” she says politely. “Something urgent came up. A woman named Brianna. It seemed serious.”Brianna.The name slices through the haze of sleep sharper than any blade.Of course.Of course it would be her.A hollow, miserable feeling lodges itself in my chest.I push the covers back roughly, as if getting out of bed could somehow shake it off.My stomach twists with hunger and resentment — an ugly, restless mix.“I’m hungry,” I mutter. “Could you help me get some breakfast?”The ca
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 19
—ARTHUR--I sit by Eleanor’s bed, watching her face closely as she sleeps.She fell asleep right close to me when I was almost done wiping her.It must have been very soothing, for her to just fall asleep right away.Her brow furrows, lips pressed tightly together — she’s restless, even in her unconscious state.I wish I could take away the tension in her face, the pain that seems to cling to her even when she’s not awake. But I can’t.I never could.I reach out, my fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead, my touch light, almost hesitant. Her skin is warm, too warm, and the sensation sends a shock through me.I shouldn’t feel this way.But I do.Leaning down, I press a kiss to her forehead, so soft, so fleeting that it’s barely there. A silent apology. A whispered prayer for something I’ll never get.I wish I could hold her like this, make everything right again.But I know better.She doesn’t see me. She sees someone else.She shifts slightly, her lips parting as th
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 18
—ELEANOR.-The ceiling above me is blank and cold.I lie there, my wrist throbbing in a rhythm that matches the ache in my chest. The smell of sterile ointments clings to me — sharp, bitter, suffocating.It’s been hours, but I still can’t sleep.I can’t even close my eyes. The pain is hard to bear.I shift slightly, and the pain flares hot and sharp down my arm. A broken sound crawls up my throat, but I bite it back. I won’t cry. I’ve already cried enough — when no one was here to see it.The door clicks softly.I freeze, pretending to sleep, even as every part of me sharpens with awareness.I know who it is.Arthur.His presence fills the room the way smoke does — heavy, unwelcome, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.I hear the slow drag of his footsteps, then the stop. He’s standing by the bed now, staring down at me.“You’re still awake,” he says, voice low, almost careful.I say nothing. What could I possibly say to him? That I hate him? That I hate myself more for wanting him to
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 17
—ARTHUR.-“Would you like to ask Ms. Brianna Brown about what happened?” Liam asks, his voice cutting through my thoughts like a dull knife.Ask Brianna?I scoff without thinking. The sound comes out sharp and automatic, laced with disbelief.There’s no point. I know her. She’ll lie. She’ll twist her words into something that sounds believable, maybe even sympathetic, but it won’t be the truth. I can already see the tilt of her head, the innocent eyes, the careful pause before she spins the narrative.“I don’t need her version,” I say coldly. “Send me the surveillance file.”Liam nods and steps away. Moments later, a soft buzz pings my phone. The file arrives, waiting. I tap the screen, thumb hovering over the play buttonThe heavy double doors at the end burst open.Eleanor.She’s wheeled out of the operating room, her body unnaturally still against the stark white of the sheets. Her skin is pale—more than usual—and the dark circles under her eyes make her look bruised, hollow. Her
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 16
ARTHUR’s POV — I wake up, the sterile smell of the hospital room filling my nostrils. My head feels heavy, and I can barely focus. My vision clears, and I realize I’m not in my own bed. I’m in Brianna’s hospital room. How and when the hell did I end up here? I try to piece things together. The last thing I remember is Brianna telling me about the aromatherapy on her bedside table. She said it would help me relieve stress. But it’s aromatherapy, I must’ve dozed off from it—damn it. I shouldn’t be here. I can’t be here, I promised Eleanor I’d be back. I glance around the room, my mind still foggy, like I’ve woken from someone else’s dream. The sheets are tangled around my legs, the faint scent of Brianna’s perfume clinging to the air like guilt. I blink hard, trying to shake the haze. There, on the bedside table, a neatly folded note rests. I pick it up. My name is scrawled on the front in rushed, looping handwriting. —Gone out to buy clothes. Be back soon — Brianna
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 15
ELEANOR’s POV-—I shouldn’t have let myself slip again.The realization settles like a heavy stone in my stomach, cold and unforgiving. Arthur had abandoned me long ago, and tonight’s fleeting intimacy was nothing more than a product of his desire—a moment of weakness on my part, a mistake. I shouldn’t have let myself be fooled by this false sweetness, shouldn’t have let my heart tangle itself in the illusion that it meant something.The kisses, the touches— I drown them I bite the inside of my cheek as I pull out the photo from his wallet again, my fingers trembling slightly. The wedding picture of us stares back at me, mocking me with the innocence we once had. I bury my hope, finally.I exhale sharply and slide the wallet back into his coat. I stare at the coat, with bitterness, like it’s a person and it has done me wrong.I don’t care. I don’t care if he comes home tonight or not. I’ll enjoy the tomato soup I prepared and have a good night's sleep.And Tomorrow, I’ll return
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 14
–ELEANOR-I can’t ignore the sadness gnawing at my gut or the tinge of self-loathing for giving in to Arthur’s kiss.At the mere mention of Brianna, he’s already leaving.It's not the first but it feels worse this time because we were in the middle of something intimate, something we didn't let ourselves fully explore in our marital years. It hurts and it sucks so bad."I'll be back soon." Arthur's voice is softer than usual, almost hesitant. The words linger in the air between us, and despite my efforts to ignore them, I'm forced to look at him."Wait for me." His eyes search mine, the plea in them unmistakable, but his tone carries the weight of an order.I don’t reply. Instead, I slip on my mask of nonchalance, the same one I always wear. It’s easier that way. If I let my guard down now, I might say something I’ll regret later.“Brianna has been admitted to the hospital. It’s an emergency,” he starts to explain himself “I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll wrap it up as soon as
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