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2025-04-11 22:54:12
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Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging I love you, my girl. Always.
The memory faded, replaced by the sterile hospital room, the frail woman who was the center of that fiction. Would everything have been different if I'd known the truth then? If I had known those cruel children had been right about something I'd defended so fiercely?I stared at Mami Lulu's slack features, feeling a tangle of emotions so complicated I couldn't begin to name them all. Grief, yes. Love, absolutely. But I was also angry. Not just at the deception that shaped my entire life, but at her for dying now, for leaving me with half-formed revelations and cryptic messages and the pain in my chest.It was selfish to be angry at someone for dying. Selfish to want them to wake up one more time and explain everything—not just the self-serving confession of a guilty conscience, but the whole truth. The parts she'd held back even in that moment of clarity. The whys and hows that would probably never make sense to anyone but her.And beneath all that, a strange, unsettling gratitude. Sh
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-11Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Mami Lulu’s Deception
The funeral took place three days later at a small chapel just outside the city. I'd chosen everything myself—the simple pine casket, the single arrangement of mountain wildflowers I'd ordered specially from a grower in North Carolina, the old recording of Spanish guitar music that played softly as the few attendees gathered.I'd spent those intervening days in a fog of memory and regret, drifting between arrangements and flashbacks. What kept returning to me was the day I first started understanding the truth about who Mami Lulu was and wasn't to me.I'd been sitting on our cabin porch, methodically sanding the rough edges from a piece of wood. A car had appeared on our dirt road—unusual enough that I'd stood up, shading my eyes against the sun. The shiny black SUV looked alien against our scrubby yard, like a spaceship landing in a cornfield.Two people emerged—a woman in clothes more formal than anything I'd ever owned and a tall man in an expensive-looking suit. The woman stared a
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-11Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging A Farewell
I blinked, returning to the present as Olivia gently touched my arm. The priest was looking at me expectantly—my cue to speak.I moved to the simple podium. Looking out at the small gathering—just Olivia, a few nurses from Sunset Valley who'd grown fond of Mami Lulu, and, to my surprise, Grandfather Giuseppe in his wheelchair—I found myself struggling to capture the complexity of the woman we were laying to rest.I placed my hands on the worn wood, steadying myself. The note cards I'd prepared the night before suddenly seemed inadequate."I spent hours trying to write this," I began, setting the cards aside. "But everything I wrote felt false somehow. Neat and packaged. And Lupe Vega was never neat or packaged."I took a breath, looking at the simple pine casket with its arrangement of mountain wildflowers."When I was eight, I got sick. Mountain fever, probably—high temperature, hallucinations, the works. We were snowed in, no way to get to a doctor. Mami Lulu sat with me for three da
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-12Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Getting it out
The drive back to the mountains felt both longer and shorter than I remembered. Alex kept quiet most of the way, letting me stare out the window at the landscape gradually shifting from suburbia to farmland to forest. His Range Rover handled the rutted access road better than my sedan had, the headlights cutting through darkness that seemed more absolute with each mile."It's up ahead," I said, when the silence had stretched too long. "Around that bend."Alex nodded, eyes on the road. "I remember."He glanced at me, like he'd said something he shouldn't have, but I just nodded. "Right."We were past all that already.The cabin looked smaller than it had just days ago, or maybe that was just the effect of seeing it through new eyes. Seeing the cabin, made something well up in my chest. I hated how I was feeling right now. My chest was tightening around my heart. I swallowed hard as Alex pulled over just close enough to the Cabin, and the engine idled. We sat in the silence just starin
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging What the Stone Kept
I peeled away the brittle tape, the sound unnaturally loud in the basement's stillness. The hinges protested as I opened the lid.Inside was a manila envelope, discolored with age, and on top of it, a single glass bead—larger than the ones I usually made, its surface an intricate swirl of deep blue and green. I recognized the pattern immediately. I'd been trying to recreate it for years, never quite getting it right. I picked it up, held it to the light. Inside the glass, almost invisible unless you knew to look for it, was the tiny stylized "LV""Her signature piece," I said softly. "The one they stole."I set it carefully aside and opened the envelope. Inside were documents—some original, some photocopies, all showing their age. The first was a patent application dated 1982, complete with detailed drawings of the spiral technique that would later become the foundation of the "Vega method." The name on the application: Guadalupe Vega.Next came photographs where a much younger Mami L
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Panic Attack
Outside, the night air was sharp with cold, stars impossibly bright in the clear mountain sky. I sat on the porch steps, my breath clouding before me, and tried to make sense of everything I'd learned.Three families—the Thornes, the Russos, the Kingstons—tangled together decades before I was born, their ambitions and betrayals setting the course for my entire life. I'd been born into one, stolen by another, married into the third. Every major relationship in my life had been shaped by this ancient wrong, this messiness.And now I held the proof of it all, the key to potentially destroying careers, legacies, reputations. I could bring my parents down with this evidence. Could implicate the Thornes in the cover-up that followed. Could reveal that Giuseppe Russo had known all along who had taken me and why.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-14Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Meeting Meridian
FionaThree Weeks LaterI adjusted my Valentino blazer in the elevator mirror, checking my lipstick for the third time. Not a smudge. Perfect. The way everything about me needed to be today.Meridian Design Group occupied the entire thirty-eighth floor of a gleaming glass tower that screamed new money—unlike the tasteful limestone building that housed Russo Designs. Or should I say, Maya's designs now.That thought sent another sick wave through my stomach. I pushed it down, the way I'd been taught. Feelings were liabilities. Especially in business.The elevator doors opened directly into Meridian's reception area—all chrome and white leather and those weird plants that look fake but aren't. The receptionist glanced up from he
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-14Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Caged
Three hours and two martinis later, I was sprawled on my sofa, scrolling through Maya's Instagram like it was a crime scene I couldn't look away from.Her latest post—a teaser for the foundation's launch event—already had twelve thousand likes. The comments were nauseating: So inspiring! A true artist reclaiming her heritage! Can't wait to see what you do next!I switched to my own profile. The post announcing my "new creative consulting venture" had garnered a pathetic eighty-seven likes, most from bots and distant acquaintances who hadn't heard about my fall from grace.Somewhere between the third and fourth martini, I'd started drafting comments on Maya's posts, deleting each one before sending. What would I even say?
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Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Dinner
The restaurant Alex picked was one of those places with a name that's just a single word—Lume. Dark wood, soft lighting, waiters who appeared and disappeared like ghosts. Not the kind of place I would have chosen, but I was too tired to care.I'd put on a simple black dress, nothing special. Alex showed up in a suit without a tie, looking like he'd come straight from the office. His eyes did that thing when he saw me—widened just a bit, then warmed. It was nice to be looked at that way. Like I was worth seeing."You look beautiful," he said."Thanks." I tugged at the hem of my dress. "You clean up okay yourself."We didn't talk much in the car. I stared out the window, watching the city blur past. My head was still pounding, but I'd downed two Advil before we
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Maybe Pregnant
The elevator finally arrived in the lobby, pulling me back to the present. As the doors opened, I heard someone call my name."Maya! Hold the elevator!"I glanced over my shoulder. Troy was jogging across the lobby, looking like he'd just come from a meeting—button-down shirt, slacks, none of his usual dramatic fashion choices. He slipped in just before the doors closed."Jesus Christ." He looked me up and down. "You look like shit."I didn't respond, just hit the button for my floor. The elevator lurched upward.Troy studied my face, his eyebrows drawing together. "That bad, huh?""Yeah." I leaned against the wall, suddenly too tired to stand up straight.
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging When it Comes to It
MayaThe doorman stared at me when I dragged myself through the lobby. He always watched people—it was literally his job—but something felt off about it tonight. Like he was waiting for something. His eyes followed me across the marble floor, past the fancy orchids that someone kept replacing even though nobody ever looked at them."Evening, Ms. Vega," he called out.I kept walking, hoping he'd leave it at that."Everything alright?" he added.I paused, not turning fully. "Fine."The word hung there, obviously untrue. The doorman nodded anyway, his eyes lingering a beat too long before he looked back down at whatever he was pretending to read.
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging A Son
"Victor," my voice hardened. "What son?"He took his time responding, clearly savoring the rare moment of having information I needed. He reached for a wooden box on the mantle, opened it, and removed a faded photograph."Thirty-four years ago," he said, placing the photo in my hands. "When Lupe found out she was pregnant, they threatened to destroy her career completely if she didn't give up the baby. Said an unwed mother would tarnish the company image."“Who’s they?”“Her family,” Victor said. A smile played on his lips, as he noted my surprised expression. “Did you think Lupe was without a strong background?”“Wha—well…” I stared at the photo—a newborn infant, tiny face red and wrinkled, barely visible beneath a hospital blanket. A nurse held him, but Lupe was nowhere in the frame."She never even got to hold him," Victor continued. "They had papers ready before she went into labor. I was there—her only friend by then. The only one she trusted to witness."My mind raced, calculat
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Lupe’s Children
The door swung open before my knuckles could connect with the wood a fourth time. Light spilled out, blinding after the pre-dawn darkness, casting the figure in the doorway into silhouette."Dio mio." The voice was rougher than I remembered, aged by whiskey and solitude. "Giuseppe Russo. The devil himself."My eyes adjusted slowly. Victor Antonelli stood before me, barrel-chested and silver-haired, the sharp intelligence in his eyes unchanged despite the years. His gaze dropped to my wheelchair, genuine shock flickering across his weathered face before settling into sardonic amusement."Death is finally catching up to you, Russo?" His accent remained thick despite decades in America, vowels stretching like taffy. "Really, I thought I'd be first in the ground.""Disappointment all around then," I replied, the acid in my tone masking the strange relief I felt seeing him alive.Victor's hand moved to his chest in mock offense. "Is that any way to greet old friend? Fifteen years of silenc
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Early Morning Commute
GiuseppeEarlier same morning.The pain was my constant companion now. It woke with me, dressed with me, ate with me. This morning, it flared sharp and deliberately wicked as Vincent helped me from bed to wheelchair. It was Four-fifteen in the goddamn morning, and already my body was betraying me."Careful, sir," Vincent murmured, his hands steady under my arms.I grunted, teeth clenched against the lightning shooting up my spine. Couldn't afford to show weakness. Not today."The car is ready," he said. "Are you certain about the time? We could wait until—""No, I'm not certain about the time, Vincent." I said almost too casually. "But It has to be now, If I want to get that old goat"The house was silent around us, the staff still asleep. Just as I'd arranged, to avoid witnesses and questions. The less anyone knew, the better.My medication sat untouched on the nightstand—the little white pills that dulled both the pain and my mind. But I needed my mind very sharp today, both for wha
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging A Vote
My father placed both hands flat on the table, leaning forward. His shoulder barely moved, but Crawford straightened in response—a subtle signal I couldn’t interpret passed between them. And that in itself was scary."While my daughter's personal life is her own business," he began.The word "daughter" hit like a fucking slap. My head jerked up before I could control the reaction, and I saw Richardson note it with narrowed eyes. I'd given them exactly what they wanted—confirmation that I could be rattled."I think we should acknowledge the... unique challenges she's facing," my father continued, letting the pause expand until everyone leaned forward slightly, scenting blood in the water."What challenges would those be, Robert?" Grandfather asked. The temperature in the room seemed to drop another five degrees at his tone."Her emotional stability since leaving the structure of her marriage. Let’s consider that," my father replied, his concern so perfectly performed it could win award
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging The Board
I took my seat at the head of the table, feeling the weight of every eye in the room. The leather chair creaked beneath me, and I winced involuntarily as I settled—still sore from last night. Richardson was directly across from me, caught the grimace. His gaze lingered a moment too long before shifting to the papers in front of him. Great start.Thirteen board members. Thirteen people who would decide my fate today. I scanned their faces, cataloging allies and enemies.My father sat at the far end, perfectly poised. Beside him, Whitcomb checked his watch for the third time in five minutes. Crawford had chosen a seat near the center, strategic neutral territory that everyone knew was anything but neutral. Chen and Martinez—usually reliable supporters—exchanged nervous glances, avoiding my eyes.Yamamoto, Grandfather's old friend, nodded slightly when our eyes met. A small comfort. Beside him, Wilson—ancient and immovable as the company itself—arranged her papers with military precision
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Shall we Begin?
I was ten minutes early and somehow still late.The Russo Designs headquarters loomed over me, all glass and steel and judgment. I'd thrown on the gray Armani blazer Grandfather insisted on, even though I couldn't remember why it mattered, but I wore it either way. My head throbbed, lack of sleep and too much Alex making it hard to focus on anything but putting one foot in front of the other.The receptionist's eyes widened when I walked in. Her gaze lingered on me, then suddenly looked very interested in her computer screen."Good morning, Ms. Vega," she said, voice carefully neutral. "Mr. Russo is waiting for you at the private elevator."Great. Just what I needed. A lecture before the firing squad.Grandfather sat in his wheelchair, positioned precisely in the center of the elevator alcove. Even in declining health, he maintained perfect posture, his suit immaculate, his eyes sharp as they cataloged every detail of my appearance. I could feel his disapproval very tangible.."You're
