My ex-wife is a secret heiress

FIVE YEARS LATER

Eduardo’s POV

“Many companies have signified interest in having a joint venture with us, both home and abroad,” Rafael divulged, handing me his iPad. “Even Roshome, the biggest home appliance company in Australia.”

“Roshome? Isn't that the company with a faceless CEO?” I asked, scrolling through the information of the various companies.

“Yes, sir. You are correct,” He nodded. “In all honesty, I'd advise you to strike a joint venture deal with them for three to six months. Seven months top. It will be very profitable for both them and you. I mean, you own the largest technology firm in the whole of America while they are giants in home appliances.”

“You are right,” I muttered. “So have you gotten any information on the CEO yet?”

“Nothing other than the possibility of the CEO being a woman.”

“Really?” I asked, utterly surprised. “She really did a great job with Roshome. I heard she managed to triple their annual profit within a year.”

“Yes, sir,” Rafael replied. “According to a reputable source, she lived most of her life abroad and only moved back to Australia after her mother's death.”

“Oh, that's sad,” I said. “Good job by the way. Send them an acceptance letter and schedule a date of meeting. Don't forget to continue looking into her.”

“Alright, sir.”

“By the way, how far with Jocelyn? Have you gotten any news about her?” I asked, my heart scudding in my chest with heavy guilt.

“Apart from the fact that she's still alive, I haven't gotten anything yet. But I'm still looking into it and won't hesitate to reach out to you the moment I find something promising.”

“Very well then. You may leave.”

After Rafael left, I grabbed my phone from my desk and placed a call to my little sister, Ivy, who was currently in her final year of medicine.

As usual, the network provider told me that her line was out of existence but deep down I knew that wasn't the truth. Ivy and Jocelyn were really close to each other and had a very tight relationship.

So it was normal for Ivy to be pissed off at me when she learnt of my divorce from the internet and my subsequent relationship with Sofia.

Sofia and I were betrothed to each other when she was in middle school and I, in high school, as a way to secure our family's business relationship with each other.

I had really thought I could make it work not until I enrolled in college and realized that I wanted to live by own life for once. Thus, I had opted out of the engagement and had moved out of my parents' place.

My parents had planned out my entire life ever since I was born; I would grow up in their molded, perfect images and would proceed to marry from a reputable family like Sofia's.

Unfortunately, my father died in my third year of college, so I never got to mend our relationship which had been broken as a result of my defiance.

You can imagine how shocked my mother was the first time when I took Jocelyn to see her. Of course, she had acted prim and proper and had pretended to be kind. However, the second day, she had called me and had threatened to disown me if I married someone like Jocelyn.

A girl with a disability from a low class family like Jocelyn didn't deserve a perfect man like me, she had told me.

How I wish I had continued paying no mind to her forever, instead of allowing her to poison my mind against my dear Jocelyn.

“My Jocelyn,” I chuckled mirthlessly as I stared at her framed picture.

I couldn't help but wonder where she was or how she was doing at the moment.

Had she remarried? Did she have kids now? Had she gone back to college for her master's degree like she had always wanted?

Just then, a knock came on my door, forcing me out of my reverie.

Exhaling heavily, I gruffed. “Come in.”

Rafael walked in, looking enthusiastic. “A representative from Roshome just called now, sir. The meeting will take place in a week. Everything has been confirmed.”

“So soon?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “How did you manage to do that?”

“According to the representative, the CEO has been hoping to have a joint venture with you for the longest time, so she decided to seize this opportunity.” Rafael divulged, and I chuckled.

“This is great news, Rafael.”

“It is, sir.”

“I will host them to dinner at Oakwood restaurant,” I said. “Book it and make arrangements for the menu and decorations, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

+

A week later, I walked into the restaurant, immensely pleased with the setting of the entire place. From the minimalistic yet exotic decor to the vast array of both intercontinental and local foods on the dining table.

Rafael and my director of operations, Andy Webber, as well as three people who I presumed were from Roshome were currently sitting at the table.

“It's nice to finally meet you, Mr Lopez,” A middle-aged woman smiled, as she offered me her hand. “I'm Nina Scott, a team leader at Roshome.”

Clasping her hand in a firm handshake, I replied. “Same here, Miss Nina or is it Mrs?”

“Mrs,” She beamed then gestured to the other two; a young woman and a middle-aged man. “They are with me. The CEO will soon be here. She's taking care of something at the moment.”

“Amelia Molloy,” The young woman introduced herself as we shook hands. “Nice meeting you, Mr Lopez.”

“Same here.”

I was about shaking hands with the man when the doors slid open to reveal the woman who I had least expected to see at that moment.

“Thank goodness, the CEO is finally here.” Amelia uttered.

My jaw slacked as Jocelyn walked in with a confident smile and made a beeline to me. I didn't know what was more shocking; the fact that she was the CEO of Roshome and was a wealthy heiress all along, or the fact that she now had two eyes.

Looking into my eyes, her smile widened and she outstretched her hand. “Mr Lopez, it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you.”