LOGINShare
Chapter 69
Last Updated:
2025-07-10 17:18:47
Latest chapter
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 70
ELISHA’S POV“What a small world,” Elijah laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Anyway, I’ve got a consult in like five minutes for Penny… with the nutritionist.”“Oh…” I blinked, still trying to wrap my head around the coincidence.“Yeah,” Ethan cut in, pointing a thumb toward me, “that’s her. She’s the new nutritionist at the clinic.”Elijah looked between us and grinned. “You’re kidding.”“I’m not.”“Crazy again,” he said, chuckling. “Well, lead the way, Doctor.”I led them down the hall to my office, still dazed. Penny skipped beside Elijah, her little hand swinging freely in his. When we entered the room, she made a beeline for the exam bed and climbed up like it was her throne.“Are you gonna poke me with anything?” she asked, eyes wide.I smiled. “Nope. Not today. I just want to talk about what you eat.”She looked relieved. “Okay, but I still don’t like broccoli.”“Duly noted.”Elijah sat across from me, arms crossed casually. “We got her allergy panel done last month, and t
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 69
ELISHA’S POVAs soon as I got home, I went straight to the drawer under my kitchen counter and fished out the card Robert had given me weeks ago. I hadn’t touched it since the day he slipped it into my palm, with one of those rare, brief smiles that made you feel like he believed in you more than you believed in yourself.I read the card. DR. ELIZABETH FISCHER. PRIVATE PEDIATRIC AND NUTRITIONAL CARE. INDEPENDENT CLINIC.That last part mattered most. It meant she wasn’t under Anthony’s payroll. It meant my hours, my lab access, my patient interactions—none of it could be monitored by him. None of it could be threatened. Not by him. Not by anyone.Without another thought, I dialed.A woman’s voice answered on the second ring. Warm. Alert. Calm.“Dr. Fischer speaking.”I introduced myself. Told her who had referred me. Mentioned my background in clinical nutrition and childhood metabolic studies. She asked me two follow-up questions—just two—and then invited me to stop by the clinic t
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 68
ELISHA’S POV“Where the hell are you taking me?” I shouted, my voice tight with panic.The driver didn’t look back. “Calm down, miss. It’s the penthouse.”“I will not calm down! Let me out this instant!”“Miss…” he said, with a quiet desperation, “you know I can’t do that.”I glared at the back of his head. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his grip tightened on the wheel when I raised my voice. He was scared—not of me, but of Anthony. The car turned onto familiar roads. My anger dropped into something heavier. Something colder.I sat back, pressed my cheek to the window. The glass was cool. My skin was too warm. I felt like I was slipping in and out of a dream I didn’t ask to be part of. The streets blurred past, sterile and bright in the city night.When did it all get… too much? Anthony didn’t know how to be still. If he wasn’t chasing something, he didn’t feel alive. If he wasn’t the center of gravity, he didn’t know where he stood.I did.On the edge. Always on
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 67
ANTHONY’S POVMy birthday party wasn’t really for me.It never was. These things were performative—strategic—gatherings for those who wanted to be seen and those who wanted to see me. The guests cared more about their reflections in the mirrored walls than the man the evening was supposed to be about.Elisha was the only one who ever treated my birthday like an actual birthday. The cake, the picnics, the balloons, the small, intimate, meaningful gifts. A slow voice dragged me back.“Anthony.”“Hello, Dad.” I lifted my glass just slightly, mocking the civility neither of us believed in.“I’d like you to meet someone—”“Dad, please. The divorce papers aren’t even cold yet.”He stepped closer. “A man like you can’t afford to be unmarried for long. The world watches. A family needs assurance. Stability.”I laughed dryly. “Grandad prefers Elisha,” I said, hoping he’d drop the matter. His lips thinned. “My father can be… a romantic.”He said that with venom, not admiration. “In any case,
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 66
ELISHA’S POVI hadn’t expected to see Anthony here. Not only because this wasn’t the type of charity he’d be interested in, but also because I’d hoped he would respect my wish to not see him for at least 3 days before he threw a tantrum. But the tantrum seemed on the horizon…Scanning the room, I could almost feel the tension radiate off him.Next to me, Adam shifted, sensing the change. He took my hand in his, a quiet anchor. I squeezed back gently.“What are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my voice low so we wouldn’t attract attention. “I told Mark I don’t want to see you.” “Well, tough luck, here I am,” Anthony said coldly, his eyes locked on Adam. “And I see you’re having a great time dancing with this man after tossing out my gifts like trash.”I stared at him, barely believing the words coming out of his mouth. Was he serious? This man had the nerve to show up uninvited, after being told—clearly—not to come near me, and now he was accusing me of disrespect? After everythin
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 65
ELISHA’S POVThe next second, I watched the waitress push Zane backward. The crash of glass hit the room like a gunshot.Every head turned.Champagne flutes lay shattered on the floor, their contents seeping into the white linen. Zane stood above the mess, red-faced, his body tense and posture aggressive. She, on the other hand, stood defiantly, almost daring him to make another move. “What the hell are you doing!?” Zane’s voice boomed, rough and furious. It echoed across the marble floors, silencing every conversation. The music stopped. Forks paused mid-air. Eyes stared.I was already moving toward her.“Hey, are you okay?” I asked. “Don’t get involved, Montgomery,” Zane warned, his eyes flashing with an anger i’ve never seen before. I ignored him and focused on the girl. “Did you get hurt?” She looked at me, smiling. “Perfectly fine, Miss.”“You’re fine?” I blinked, thrown off by her calmness.“Yes,” she repeated, smiling too calmly. “I got this, please return to your party.”
You may also like
Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!
Shallow South6.4M viewsThe CEO's Addiction To Love
Moonlight City944.3K viewsOne night with Ex-Husband
Anjaani527.8K viewsOne Night Stand
Favor V April940.1K viewsPAINT ME NAKED
TALACHUCHI176 viewsThe Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me
Anney GW3.6K viewsChased by my Billionaire Ex-Husband
Zee Wesley9.2K viewsTHE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTIQUE BRIDE
Brandykhoko1.5K views
