LOGINShare
Chapter 35
Last Updated:
2025-06-18 23:10:53
Latest chapter
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 38
—ELEANOR.-Before I can even explain, before I can even speak on the folded note crushed in my hand like a flame I’m trying to smother, Arthur snatches it from my fingers.He doesn’t ask. He just takes it.My breath halts, suspended in my throat as I watch him unfold the paper— slow at first, then faster, more agitated. And then his eyes catch the words and so does everyone else’s behind this.He doesn’t say anything at first. But his jaw clenches.He spins on his heel, facing the curious semi-circle of onlookers who’ve gathered me since the bathroom incident. Their faces are a mixture of worry, suspicion, and good old-fashioned curiosity dressed in diamonds and tailored suits. Arthur’s hand trembles, just slightly, as he holds the note up like a scroll.His voice is sharp when it finally cuts through the room. “Who did this?”The silence that falls is louder than any gasp.He reads the words aloud, his tone taut with controlled rage:“You deserve this?” He scoffs. “Some people need
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 36
—ELEANOR~The bathroom walls feel like they’re shrinking.My fingers are numb from gripping the metal doorknob, the damn thing refusing to budge no matter how many times I twist or pull or knock against it. I can’t even hear the party music anymore— just my breathing. Too loud. Too fast. Too close to breaking.It’s way too cold in here and I can’t take it. While the party is warm and has heaters every where the bathroom feels like the bottom of the ocean.I press my palm against the door and rest my forehead there, trying not to panic. I’d been knocking earlier, softly at first, then with more urgency, even calling out when I heard someone pass. But each time, footsteps faded away. I walk back into each and every one of the bathroom stalls hoping I’d find something, anything to help me break the door.Who the hell locks someone in a bathroom?I don’t need to guess when I see a note in the last bathroom stall, a small note placed atop of the toilet’s golden tank, looking like it was
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 35
—ARTHUR.-The party thrums around me, music swelling again now that the short performance interlude has passed, but I barely hear it. My thoughts are still wrapped around her.Eleanor.The way she sat behind that grand piano just minutes ago, skin glowing under the chandelier lights, fingers grazing each key with a grace that made everyone in the room sit up straighter. Even me. Especially me.I hadn’t expected that.I’d known she could play, of course. She teaches, I’ve known about it casually, like knowing a person’s favorite color. But tonight…Tonight she looked like a different version of herself. Or maybe not different—just free. Like she’d shed every layer of constraint our marriage wrapped around her and finally exhaled.And God, was she radiant.I lean against one of the tall cocktail tables, drink untouched in my hand, and scan the crowd distractedly. Vanessa and Handel are still chatting away with guests, glowing in their usual grandeur, but my mind keeps drifting.Back t
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 34
—ELEANOR.~*~All I can hear now is the hush of silk gowns shifting in chairs, the delicate clinks of silverware being set down, the occasional clear of someone’s throat.And then nothing.Silence.A suffocating one.I inhale— slow, deliberate— trying to remember what my hands used to feel like before the accident. Brianna’s smug smile lingers in the back of my mind.But I push her out.I think of something that fits this setting. Something classic. Something real.My fingers move— almost automatically—as I begin the haunting, familiar notes of a famous classic everyone should know.The first movement. Soft. Melancholic. Devastating.The first three notes echo like raindrops in the stillness.My heart pounds in my chest.The weight of a hundred eyes press into my back.But then— I find it. That still place. The old rhythm. Like I’ve slipped through time and into something that once loved me, and then I see my students and I’m reminded of the joy I get from playing.I smile briefly.M
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 33
—ELEANOR.-“I wish we could have something raw,” Vanessa says, swirling the wine in her glass as her voice dances over the table, “something classic—not another cover trying to force instruments to make it seem classic.”Her words float in the air like a challenge, one that ripples across the faces of the guests. I finally lift my gaze from the untouched food in front of me and look at Arthur.He’s already looking at me.No—watching me. His gaze is heavy, like a presence pressing into the space between us. It doesn’t waver, doesn’t flicker away when our eyes meet. It bores into me like he’s trying to read something buried in the marrow of my bones.His lips twitch into a faint, nearly imperceptible smirk. That little curve. It’s dangerous. It’s not sweet— it’s knowing.And before I can fully register the heat rising in my chest, Handel chuckles— a deep, wheezy sound that startles everyone into glancing his way.“Can’t keep your eyes off your wife?” Handel says, grinning with that smu
CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back Chapter 32
—ELEANOR.-“Fancy meeting you here.”Brianna’s voice cuts through the air with a falsely innocent sweetness, the kind that makes your skin crawl. She offers a sheepish smile, her eyes glinting with something too sharp to be kindness. It’s the kind of smile that peels back like a mask. Polite, but vengeful underneath.My fingers nearly curl into themselves, a raw instinct to shield the soft places she used to puncture with her words.Arthur tenses beside me. He doesn’t hesitate—he steps forward, creating a subtle but firm barrier between me and her. Protective. Commanding.“What are you doing here?” he asks, voice low and edged, already tired of the game she’s trying to play.Brianna halts, her expression snapping like a branch underfoot. Her anger simmers just beneath the glossy surface of her carefully done makeup. She raises a perfectly arched brow and fixes her piercing gaze on him.“What do you mean by that?” she scoffs. “I’m my father’s daughter. I’m a Brown, Arthur. Of course I
You may also like
HIRED AS A BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE
Rossy663.9K viewsForced marriage: Dear wife, you can't escape me
Natie 569.3K viewsDear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE!
RaeV628.9K viewsCEO Husband's Crazy Love For His Little Wife
TSI1.4M viewsOnce my Wife
Frank J.P109 viewsBetrayed, Contract Marriage with Mr. Devil
Miss Queen Mikayla208 viewsThe Hot Billionaire's Surrogate Bride
FELZ65 viewsONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY PROFESSOR AND LAWYER BOSS!
Jubril Zainab220 views
