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Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 44
ELISHA’S POVThe moment I stepped back into the hall beside Sylvester, the energy in the room shifted. It was subtle, but it was there—the quiet hush of conversation, the sideways glances, the ripple of realization.This man beside me—this warm, brilliant, sharp-eyed man—was loved by everyone. And more importantly, respected. Not just because he was old, not just because of his success, but because of the way he carried himself. With grace. With thought. With real care for people.Sylvester Möller didn’t hand out affection lightly. So when he entered the room, arm in arm with me, the gossip paused. The doubts wavered. The whispers stopped—at least for now.He didn’t rush. Every step was measured. Every nod to a guest, every polite smile, was deliberate. Behind us, my family followed—Anthony with a clenched jaw, my parents with stiff expressions, and trailing at the very back… Natalie and Yasmin.And suddenly, Natalie was the runt of the litter. She was no longer the glowing center.
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 43
ELISHA’S POVI didn’t hear the front door open. I didn’t hear the footsteps.I only heard the voice.“Well, this is quite the reunion.”Anthony.He stepped in, a look of both confusion and curiosity stark on his face. Behind him came another voice… “What’s going on here, is there a meeting?” Yasmin. Great. My stomach dropped.Natalie, still curled on the sofa like a staged photograph, suddenly gasped and pressed a hand to her lower abdomen.“Ow,” she said, her voice small and sharp. “It hurts. I think the baby… Oh my god, I don’t know, I’m cramping!”Immediately, everyone turned toward her.My mother rushed to her side. “Get her water.”“I’ll ask the staff for a hot water bag,” said my father.“Dominic, add another log to the fire,” Mom added quickly. “She’s too cold.”They scrambled. A flurry of movement. Fuss. Concern.Meanwhile, Natalie leaned her head back against the cushion and looked right at me.She smiled.It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t grateful. It was pointed. Precise. Like
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 42
ELISHA’S POVI couldn’t feel my legs.I stood there, in a familiar yet alien room, surrounded by familiar yet alien faces. “I don’t want to marry anybody,” I said quietly.My voice didn’t even shake. I thought it would. But it came out clear.“This is no longer about your wants, Elisha,” my father said. His tone was patient, but heavy. “We have a legacy to uphold. If we all went around doing whatever we wanted, there would be no empire.”There it was.The word they loved more than anything else.Empire.He said it like it was something noble. Something holy. But it wasn’t. It was a business. A name. A reputation. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t life.It definitely wasn’t mine. Not anymore. I looked at him. My father. The man who once held my hand through every dentist appointment, who used to call me “princess” and bring me a flower on the first day of school every year without fail. I looked at my mother. The woman who sat on the edge of my bed when I had nightmares, who made tea and w
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 41
ELISHA’S POVI wasn’t sure when Natalie had slithered close enough to rest her hand on Anthony’s shoulder, but I saw it there—soft and possessive—just before he brushed it off and nodded toward the hallway.“Come on,” he said to me. “Lead the way.”I didn’t answer. Just turned and walked.We moved through the crowd in silence. The room was full—guests in pearls and pressed collars, drinks in hand, conversation light and meaningless. I could feel some people looking. A few smiled and greeted me like nothing was wrong, like they hadn’t heard any of the whispers. Others avoided eye contact completely. And then there were those—the ones who gave me soft, sad eyes, full of pity or sympathy, like I was a wounded bird still fluttering around the party.I kept walking. I didn’t flinch. These people knew nothing about the truth.Behind me, I could feel Anthony. Not because I turned to check. I didn’t need to. His presence carried. Heavy. Electric. Like a current just beneath my skin.I led h
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 40
ELISHA’S POVLeaving Sylvester’s study felt like stepping out of warmth and into cold. Not because of the air, or the space. Just… the shift.Anthony had been there. Watching. Waiting. Even when he didn’t speak, his presence took up too much space in a room. These days, being near him made it hard to breathe.I walked slowly down the corridor, heels clicking softly against the stone floors, one hand brushing the banister as I passed by the tall windows. The sounds of the party floated up from downstairs—laughter, clinking glasses, music, footsteps shuffling between polished floors and soft rugs.I paused at the top of the grand staircase, unsure for a moment.Why hadn’t I told Sylvester about the divorce?The answer was simple. He didn’t deserve that kind of pain. He was eighty. His heart was delicate. If he knew his grandson and the woman he’d come to see as a granddaughter were splitting up, it would crush him.So I played the part. The loving wife. The gracious daughter-in-law. J
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 39
ANTHONY’S POVThe pearlescent dress I had ordered from Milan was tailored to her exact measurements. I designed it myself, pulled strings, and expedited shipping from the manufacturer. The fabric was rare. The cut was perfect. Elegant, clean, regal.I had imagined her walking in, wearing it, and for one night—just one—letting the illusion hold. Letting us both pretend.But when she walked into the estate in that green thing… I felt my blood boil.It wasn’t ugly. That was the worst part.It hugged her in all the right places. The neckline draped just enough. The skirt moved with her, flowing softly over her hips as she walked. She looked like someone who knew she looked good. Someone who’d picked her dress with care.Was it really so hard to wear the damn thing I sent?Just one night. One night of peace. Was that too much to ask?Sylvester could feel it, I was sure. He was sharp, even at eighty. I hadn’t told him about the divorce. I hadn’t told him anything. Because deep down, I knew
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