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20. Cracks in the Porcelain
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Divorced: Her Ex Husband’s Regret 23. Live
Scarlett The restaurant Elijah had chosen, L’Éclipse, was a masterclass in understated power. Tucked behind a discreet limestone facade, it opened into a sanctuary of obsidian floors and tiered crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen rain. Every table was a private island, shielded by high-backed velvet booths and partitions of frosted glass etched with gold leaf. It was a place designed for the elite to disappear, where the air was thick with the scent of white lilies and expensive oud.I looked across the table at him, the candlelight catching the sharp lines of his face. He had dressed with a casual elegance—a dark, tailored cashmere sweater that made him look human rather than corporate."I have to admit, Elijah," I said, my fingers tracing the rim of a crystal goblet. "I’m taken aback. You actually did a good job. This place is... impeccable. It’s private, and really nice.”Elijah let out a short, self-deprecating laugh. "I figured you’d like it. The owner, Henri is an old f
Divorced: Her Ex Husband’s Regret 22. Moved on
Elijah The air in my private study was thick with the scent of old paper and the cold, metallic tang of an impending storm. My phone had been a vibrating parasite on the mahogany desk for the last three hours, a relentless broadcast of corporate triumph."Elijah, the board is already calling for an emergency session to discuss the restructuring," Marcus’s voice crackled through the speaker. He sounded breathless, intoxicated by the numbers. "The Windsor acquisition is the pivot point we needed. We need a clear timeline on the departmental absorption. Are we gutting their logistics wing or merging it with our European sector? The analysts are salivating over the projected overhead reduction."I stared at the wall, my jaw tight. "Tell the analysts to wait, Marcus. I want a full audit of the Windsor debt-to-equity ratio before we move a single desk.""But the momentum—""The momentum will hold," I snapped, my voice cutting through his excitement like a blade. "I want the internal de
Divorced: Her Ex Husband’s Regret 21. Bitter Taste Of Victory
Elijah "The winner of the acquisition for Windsor Finance is... Griffin Tech." The air in the boardroom seemed to thin instantly. I sat at the head of the long table, the leather of my chair suddenly feeling like a throne I hadn't quite earned. The announcement hung in the room, vibrating against the glass walls. For a moment, my brain couldn't process the win. This was what I had worked for—the merger that would finally stabilize my company’s fluctuating assets and silence the vultures on my board. It was a strategic triumph, a move that would define the next decade of my career.Then, the noise started."Well done, Elijah!" Marcus, one of the London representatives, stood up and reached across the table to pump my hand. "A bold play. Your final projections were the deciding factor.""Exceptional work, Mr. Griffin," another voice chimed in. I felt a series of congratulatory pats on my back, the heavy palms of industry titans marking me as the victor. I stood up, offering the pra
Divorced: Her Ex Husband’s Regret 20. Cracks in the Porcelain
I watched her.As we stood at the threshold of the Windsor Global entrance, the sunlight caught the sharp lines of Scarlett’s profile. She was exquisite—a masterpiece of poise and controlled fire. I had spent weeks cultivating this moment. The gifts, the curated dates, the subtle pressure of my presence; it was an investment. And I was a man who always saw a return on his investments.Elijah Griffin was a fool. He had possessed a diamond and treated it like common glass, letting his ex girlfriend and his own ego shatter it. But I? I knew the value of what stood before me. She was the perfect acquisition. She was brilliant, she was beautiful, and once I folded her into my world, she would be the ultimate crowning achievement.I took her hands, feeling the delicate heat of her skin. I smiled, a warm, practiced expression designed to disarm. I felt an surge of certainty. Why wouldn't she say yes? I was the man who had stepped in when her world was in chaos. I was the one who had show
Divorced: Her Ex Husband’s Regret 19. The Warning
The boardroom of Windsor Global had become a battlefield of silence over the last few weeks. Every meeting felt like a slow-motion collision. I had mastered the art of physical distance, choosing seats at the far end of the mahogany table, buffered by stone-faced lawyers and analysts. But no matter how many bodies I put between myself and Elijah Griffin, I could feel the heat of his gaze. It was a phantom weight on my skin, a constant, irritating reminder that while I had changed my name and my life, he still looked at me as if I were a puzzle he was entitled to solve.I kept my eyes on my tablet, scrolling through spreadsheets I had already memorized, refusing to grant him even a flicker of acknowledgment. I was a ghost to him, but he was a haunt to me—persistent, loud, and impossible to ignore.My mind, betraying my resolve, drifted back to the night of my second date with Derek. The night I had tried to slip away unnoticed.FlashbackThe Maybach purred as it turned into the n
Divorced: Her Ex Husband’s Regret 15. Second Chance
The city lights of Willow Creek blurred into long, golden ribbons against the window of the car Derek had sent. It was a familiar luxury—the scent of treated leather, the silent suspension, the feeling of being insulated from the world. But as we glided through the streets, I felt less like a guest of honor and more like a piece of art being transported between galleries.I had agreed to this. That was the thought I kept repeating to myself. I had agreed because the first date ended in a public brawl between my past and my present. I owed Derek a night that didn't involve my ex-husband’s glowering presence. But as the car pulled up to a secluded, vine-covered entrance of a building that didn't even have a sign, a flicker of apprehension sparked in my chest.The driver opened the door, and I stepped out into the cool evening air. A maître d' appeared as if by magic, bowing slightly. "Ms. Beckett. Mr. Windsor is expecting you. He has reserved the terrace."The terrace. Of course. N
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