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Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 83
ELISHA’S POVShe left as gracefully as she’d arrived, full of thanks for my understanding, as if I had gifted her something meaningful. I suppose I had.I didn’t say anything. I don’t even remember how I responded. I watched her walk away, heels tapping against the pavement in a measured rhythm, and the sound followed me long after she disappeared around the corner.Only when I was back in the apartment—my apartment—did I finally break.There was only one pillow left on the sofa; the others were boxed away. I buried my face into that one, clawed at it, twisted the fabric in my hands, and let it absorb the sobs that had been burning inside me since I saw Anthony walk into the building with her.She’d been so calm. So composed. She hadn’t mocked me. She hadn’t raised her voice or made threats. She didn’t need to. And that made it worse. She was collected, self-assured, and direct.And I—I stood there like an idiot. Like someone who had forgotten her own dignity somewhere on the way in
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 82
ELISHA’S POVI had heard whispers.Not just in the idle chitchat that floats around parties or in the back rooms of offices. No. These were deliberate, quiet conversations. The kind that always began with someone leaning in and lowering their voice, as if the truth they were about to share was too heavy to say out loud.“Anthony’s father wants him to remarry.”Of course he did.Old money didn’t leave men unanchored. A man like Anthony—with his name, his reach, his potential volatility—wasn’t safe without a ring on his finger. The marriage didn’t need to be real; it didn’t even need to be happy. It just had to look good. Controlled. A wife signaled that he wasn’t drifting. That he was stable. Predictable. Safe for business. Safe for legacy.And when it became clear to his father that I wasn’t coming back, that I had finally drawn a line—I suppose other arrangements had been made. Quietly, of course.I didn’t know what Sylvester thought. Whether he’d protested or even known. If he had
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 81
ELISHA’S POVI took the glass he extended to me and noticed, for the first time, how nervous he was.It was subtle—almost imperceptible—but I saw it in the slight shake of his fingers and how his eyes darted to mine and then down again. Anthony, always confident, always in control, was uncertain tonight. There was no reason for him to be, not really. Not after everything we’d already been through. But maybe that was exactly why.Maybe because, finally, it was quiet between us. No battles, no layered meanings, no sharp words wrapped in softness. Just… us. And I think the quiet made him uneasy.I took a sip. Cool, sweet. It tasted like summer.He watched me for a reaction, his thumb twitching against the side of his glass. I looked at him directly, and I didn’t smile right away—I just let the moment hang there. The way the fading sunlight caught the edge of his jaw. The way he looked so boyish, despite everything he’d done, everything we’d survived. I gave him a small nod, then a smil
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 80
ELISHA’S POVThe hum of the air conditioning did little to cut through the quiet heat in the clinic that afternoon. It wasn’t quite busy, but the lull gave me a moment to catch my breath, finally settling at the breakroom table with Bethany, two lukewarm coffees between us.I leaned back, trying not to think about the day before, but the words were already forming.“Zane was waiting in the parking lot for you yesterday.”Bethany’s face froze mid-sip.“What?”I nodded, casually, but the weight of it was anything but.She sighed, setting her coffee down. “Sorry you had to deal with that.”“I’ve dealt with worse,” I replied. “It wasn’t a big deal. Just… he’s persistent.”Bethany tilted her head, eyes scanning mine. “I guess he isn’t used to being dumped?”“No,” I said with a short laugh. “I think he’s okay with something ending—as long as he’s the one ending it.”She smirked at that. “Of course. Classic.”“Typical of everyone in that group, really,” I added, voice dipping just enough to
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 79
NATALIE’S POVThe sun was blazing, the air thick with the scent of overgroomed turf, expensive colognes, and sweat disguised under perfume. I shifted uncomfortably in the white dress my mother insisted I wear, my hand resting on the mound of my belly, reminding me that I couldn’t drink.Not for another few months. Pity, because you’d need a barrel of alcohol to get through this farce. Everyone around me was sipping champagne or something equally bubbly, their laughter lilting through the private stands of the polo tournament like some perfect symphony of old money.I was bored out of my mind.Francesco’s father had organized the event, as he did every year. It was one of those elite traditions where nobody really cared who won the match, only that they got to show off their wealth to others attending in subtle ways while savoring the Michelin-starred catering. I sat on one of the shaded benches near the edge of the seating area, sipping a lukewarm glass of mango juice someone had h
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 78
ELISHA’S POVTo make things worse, Anthony pulled up beside me just as I unlocked my car.I blinked at the sleek, black vehicle as it slowed to a stop beside mine. The window rolled down smoothly—of course it did. His world was seamless, polished, effortless.I had driven myself to work that morning. I usually did now. But every few days—without warning or pattern—Anthony would show up like this. He’d call it convenience, or say he “happened to be in the area,” but I knew better.Mark would always take my car back to the mansion for me, without complaint. Like it was part of the routine. Like I wasn’t being… managed. Watched.Monitored.I should have hated it more. Some days, I did. But today? I didn’t know.There was something about seeing him just then—eyes flashing with immediate concern, lips tight, posture tense—that made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t totally alone in the mess. That there was still someone on my side, even if the terms were… blurred. Complicated. May
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