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 Emotional Bombshell

Author: Jenne Lopes
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-11 19:15:16
Alex turned to face me fully, his expression more open than I'd ever seen it. "When I was twelve, I got lost in the Blue Ridge Mountains during a family vacation. I wandered for hours in the dark, cold and scared. And then..." He hesitated. "A girl found me. She was young, probably around my age. She brought me to her cabin, gave me food, let me warm up. She saved my life."

The chill spread through my entire body now. This couldn't be what it sounded like.

"Before I left the next morning, she gave me a bracelet," he continued. "Made of glass beads she'd created herself. For luck, she said."

My mouth went dry. "A lot of people make glass beads."

"Not like these." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something that caught the morning light, sending tiny rainbows dancing across the car's interior. A bracelet of familiar blue-green beads, the same unusual iridescence as the pendant I wore every day.

My beads. My work. From a lifetime ago.

"That was you," he said softly, not a question
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  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Lucky Them

    MayaThe locks on my door had never seemed so important. Deadbolt. Chain. That little latch at the top I'd always thought was overkill.Click. Click. Click.Each one a small declaration: This is my space. My pain. My fucking right to fall apart without an audience.The apartment felt different. Like someone had come in while I was gone and moved everything half an inch to the left. Same furniture, same view, same everything—but wrong somehow. Tainted.I made tea because that's what you do. Boil water. Steep leaves. Add honey. Pretend the ritual means something.My phone buzzed against the marble counter. Alex. Then Olivia. Then Sarah. Then a number I didn't recognize. Then Alex again.Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.I watched the steam rise from my mug, remembering Troy teaching me to read tea leaves just days before the foundation launch. We'd been running on no sleep, high on caffeine and possibility. "It's all bullshit," he'd said, "but expensive bullshit sells." We'd laughed ourselves sick comi

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Walking Away

    MayaI pressed my forehead against the car window, watching Manhattan blur past like a watercolor someone had spilled. The glass was cool against my skin, grounding me in something physical while everything else felt like it was dissolving.Alex's cologne mixed with the leather seats, creating that specific smell I'd started associating with safety. Now it just made me want to crack the window and breathe something that didn't remind me of before. Before Troy. Before those words that kept replaying in my head like a broken record.Princess Maya with her tragic backstory.Behind me, I could feel Olivia and Sarah doing that thing where they communicated entirely through meaningful looks and tiny gestures. The weight of their concern pressed against my shoulders like hands I didn't want there.Alex kept fucking with the radio. Volume up. Volume down. NPR to some pop station to classical to silence and back again. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel in a rhythm that didn't matc

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   The Cruelest Words

    TroyI stood in front of my bathroom mirror, practicing hatred."You've never had to fight for anything real." The words felt foreign in my mouth, like speaking a language I didn't know. My reflection stared back, hollow-eyed and unshaven, looking like a stranger I might cross the street to avoid.Try again. Make it hurt more."Princess Maya with her tragic backstory." Better. That one had teeth.My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I arranged the documents Harrison had given me. Harrison—not Julian. The bastard had told me his real name somewhere between his second and third whiskey at his place, like it was a secret he was tired of keeping. Said Julian was just easier for "civilian interactions." Civilian. Like we were all just extras

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging    Finding Troy

    MayaThe elevator in Troy's building was one of those ancient cage contraptions that wheezed and groaned like it was personally offended by our presence. The four of us barely fit, and I found myself pressed against the back wall, breathing in a nauseating cocktail of someone's leftover curry and industrial cleaner that made my empty stomach lurch."He's probably just sleeping it off," Olivia said for the third time, but there was something brittle in her voice now. Like she was trying to convince herself as much as the rest of us.Sarah shifted beside me, and I caught her eyeing the building's questionable aesthetic choices with that polite judgment she'd perfected during her years in Parisian galleries. Alex checked his phone again—when had I started noticing every small gesture he made?—and the soft glow of the screen high

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Miguel Lupe

    DanielI pulled open the folder, expecting another batch of surveillance photos or financial documents. Instead, a family picture slid out and landed on my lap—husband and wife, the woman holding a small boy, all three smiling at the camera. Standard family portrait, nothing remarkable about it."What exactly am I looking at?" I asked, turning the photo over in my hands."Turn it over," Harrison said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror with that smug expression I was beginning to hate.I flipped the photo. On the back, someone had scribbled a single name in faded ink: Lupe."Lupe," I said aloud, frowning. "Should that mean something to me?"

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Outside

    FionaThe morning air tasted like freedom, or at least what I imagined freedom should taste like. Sharp, clean, nothing like the recycled institutional air I'd been breathing for weeks. I leaned against Harrison's car—some beat-up sedan that looked like it had seen better decades—and watched the facility's entrance like I was waiting for Christmas morning.Harrison sat behind the wheel, window down, one arm draped casually over the door. He'd been chain-smoking since we got here twenty minutes ago, dropping butts on the asphalt like he owned the place."You're gonna wear a hole in that concrete," he said, not looking at me. "Pacing like a caged animal.""I'm not pacing." But I was. Had been since we pulled up. Back and forth, three steps each direction, my heels clicking against the pavement in a nervous rhythm I couldn't seem to stop."Sure you're not." He took another drag, exhaled slowly. "When's the last time you ate anything?"I ignored the question. The last thing I wanted was H

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Troy’s Hand

    We passed through the reception area into the open office space behind it. Six or seven desks arranged in a loose circle, most clean except for computers and desk lamps. Troy's station was obvious even to me—a chaotic pile of sketches and magazines, coffee cups with varying levels of science experiments growing in them, and those ridiculous tiny cacti he collected. His computer screen glowed with swirling geometric patterns, the kind of screensaver that triggers migraines."Jesus, his desk is a hazmat zone," I muttered, picking up a coffee cup with something fuzzy and blue around the rim. "How does he work like this?"Maya ignored me, leaning over to wiggle his mouse. The screen blinked to life, showing some spreadsheet with endless columns of numbers. I looked away, not wanting to snoop, but also not really interested in budget data. My eyes caught on a

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   His Father’s Son

    AlexThe car still smelled faintly of Maya's perfume from this morning. That was the stupid thing I kept fixating on while driving—this lingering jasmine scent that reminded me of her naked against the shower wall, my fingers inside her, the way she'd come with her forehead pressed against the tile. All while pretending now that we were just business associates or whatever the fuck we were. The ghost of her moans hanging between us while actual conversation remained impossible.I flexed my fingers on the steering wheel, too tight then too loose, a nervous habit I thought I'd beaten years ago. Maya sat beside me, tapping at her phone, the blue light making her skin look alien. Checking for messages from Troy, most likely. Still nothing, judging by the way she kept swiping, reopening the same apps like something might magically appear."Still nothing from Troy?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Sometimes I asked questions just to feel like I was doing something. Anything.Maya shook

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   The Pieces Fall

    Maya"No." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know."A knock on the doorframe made us both turn. Sarah leaned against it, arms crossed."You two planning to rejoin civilization? The food's getting cold and Olivia's starting to look like she might actually die."I glanced at Alex, who gave a slight shake of his head. But Sarah was too observant to miss the tension."What's wrong?" she asked, straightening up.We didn't answer right away, just looked at each other in that silent "who's going to say it" standoff. Sarah's eyes narrowed."Seriously, what the fuck is going on?" she demanded."Daniel's been released," Alex and I said almost in unison as we walked back into the kitchen."What?" Olivia's head shot up from where she'd been cradling it in her hands. She immediately winced at her own sudden movement."Shit," Sarah breathed."Your crazy ex is back on the streets?" Sarah looked at me, her expression unreadable. "What do you want to do?"What could I do? That was the

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