My Donor, My Love, My CEO

Isla’s POV“Why does it feel like I’m trying to cut off my own arm?”I leaned back in my chair, the plush leather creaking softly beneath me as I stared blankly at the wall. Just a few hours ago, I had finished a successful meeting with Mr. Scott, and I should have felt elated. Instead, my thoughts wandered back to the looming divorce. Thank God I have the ability to separate my personal matters from work. Or at least, I like to think so.With sudden determination, I grabbed my phone and dialed Logan’s number without giving it a second thought. The line rang only once before he picked up, his voice smooth but casual.“Isla. What’s going on? Miss me already?”I felt my jaw drop, but chose to ignore his remark and go straight to the point. “Hey, Logan. The divorce papers are almost ready. When can we meet to sign them with the lawyer?”There was a pause, a brief silence that told me everything I needed to know. I could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. Was he actually trying t

Isla’s POVI kicked off my heels the moment I stepped inside, feeling the cool touch of the hardwood floor beneath my bare feet. The mansion—a gift from Grandpa Henry—was grand, every corner polished and perfect. Still, for all its beauty, the place felt empty. Lonely.But I brushed that thought away, determined not to dwell on it. This was my space now, and I was free. There was no one here but the house staff, who kept everything pristine but left me with the silence of the rooms echoing in the background. Silence was better than the chaos Logan had brought into my life. I still choose this. Oh, God. I need this. I padded to the bedroom, pulling my hair loose from its messy knot as I went. The cool air hit my neck, and I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. I paused, tilting my head slightly. I’d always been my worst critic, but tonight… tonight, I looked good. Even I couldn’t deny that.“Not bad, Isla,” I murmured to myself, running a hand through my

Isla’s POVEthan's playful nibble on my ear sent a shiver down my spine, his breath warm against my skin. “After tonight,” he whispered, his voice laced with a teasing edge, “there's no turning back.”I gasped as I realized he was right. But before I could respond, he drew me into another kiss, deeper this time, as if he wanted to claim every part of me.I kissed him back with equal fervor, but as his lips moved against mine, my mind wandered—uninvited—to Logan. To the cold, empty nights that defined the end of our marriage. To the way he barely touched me, but would spend nights with other women. This moment with Ethan felt like the final severing of that lifeless bond, a bond that had never truly existed beyond a facade. Tonight would wipe it all away, erase any trace of Logan from my body and my heart.Ethan's hoarse voice pulled me back to the present. “You know you’re in my bed, right? What’s got you so lost in thought, beautiful?”His words were like a gentle pull, his deep, hu

Isla’s POVI walked toward Cherry, my heart thudding in my chest, though I kept my face calm. The sight of her sitting next to Logan at the VIP table, where I was supposed to be, was like a punch in the face. This was more than just a failed marriage—this was public humiliation. It was bad enough that I had to endure the affair, but to have her flaunt it so boldly, sitting in my seat as if she belonged there? I was beyond furious. I wanted to give them both a piece of my mind.I stopped right in front of her, my voice steady despite the fury simmering underneath. “You’re sitting in my seat, Cherry.”Cherry’s eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by my directness. She glanced nervously at Logan before stammering out a pitiful excuse. “I’m... I’m Logan’s companion for tonight.”A small smile tugged at her lips, as if that title was supposed to mean something to me. I scoffed in disbelief. The people at the table, and those nearby, were now watching. I could feel their eyes on us. And

Isla’s POV“It doesn’t bother me,” I said firmly, dropping the newspaper on the counter. The image of Logan and Cherry at yet another event flashed across the page, but I only spared it a quick glance before looking away. Some months ago, I might have found some excuse to keep the paper open, convincing myself I needed to be “informed.” But now? It barely registered.“Of course not,” Grace replied, her tone as neutral as ever. She knew me well enough to see through my act, but this time, I wasn’t pretending.I had enough on my plate to keep me occupied. The demands of my job, a few personal projects, and a newfound focus on moving forward had left me little time to obsess over Logan’s every move. For once, it felt like I was on solid ground—like I was finally stepping out of his shadow.Grace handed me my coffee, glancing at the paper on the counter. “You seem… different.”“Different?” I smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Is that your polite way of saying ‘more grounded’? Less of a mess?”