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{ ALONE WITH HIM }

ผู้เขียน: Emmanuel Okeme
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-08-24 01:06:00

LEILA

My hand moved across the desk, tracking the layout lines on my screen.

My back ached from three hours of work, and a dull knot of pain was locking up the muscles near my left shoulder.

I was running on empty. A heavy wave of hunger hit my ribs, but my stomach turned at the mere thought of ordering anything from the room service menu.

The white plate near my mouse was completely bare; I had finished the last green apple two hours ago, and there was no way to replace the fruit at this h
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  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { I SLEPT IN HER ROOM }

    GEORGEThe update from our legal team about Karl’s move on our network stayed at the top of my screen, but the text failed to hold my focus all afternoon.The office floor was working under its standard hum, yet the open space felt unusually long today.Leila had taken the day off I pushed her toward. Her absence from her desk was a change that altered the whole building, making the silence near her space far more noticeable than I had expected.I caught my fingers hovering over my trackpad, pulling up her new Instagram profile on my screen. I looked a bit too long at the clear photo of her standing by her before closing the window with a sharp click. It was a repetitive habit, a small sign of how deeply she had lodged herself in my mind.By the time I reached my penthouse that evening, the restlessness had turned into a physical ache. I threw my jac

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { ALONE WITH HIM }

    LEILAMy hand moved across the desk, tracking the layout lines on my screen. My back ached from three hours of work, and a dull knot of pain was locking up the muscles near my left shoulder. I was running on empty. A heavy wave of hunger hit my ribs, but my stomach turned at the mere thought of ordering anything from the room service menu. The white plate near my mouse was completely bare; I had finished the last green apple two hours ago, and there was no way to replace the fruit at this hour of the night without walking three blocks into the downpour. Knock. Knock.The sudden sound cut through the quiet hum of my laptop fan. I went completely still in my chair before my mind could even calculate the distance to the door. It was the response I had carried since the night Karl stormed into my room. I stayed in the seat, my fingers freezing over the keyboard, certain he was the one standing at my door. I didn't move. I didn't breathe.The second knock came roughly two minutes la

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { YOU WON'T TAKE IT, GEORGE }

    KARLThe folder on my desk was three inches thick, its white leather cover stamped with the blue shield of our architecture division. I flipped past the final pages, my eyes tracking the new lines my team had produced over the last three days. They had worked through three consecutive nights, the office running on a mix of panic and coffee, but the work on the pages was clean. I felt a real satisfaction in my chest. I had just seen my team pull itself across a massive gap through sheer force. The lines were sharp. The weight limits on the front wall had been completely rewritten, outshining the old designs we had been relying on for months. I leaned forward, tapping my internal intercom to talk to the entire design floor. "Finalize the compliance files on the downtown layout," I ordered, my voice flat and slow. "We are sending the new files to the investor network by eleven o'clock. The work is locked."I stood up, walking to the glass windows to look out at the morning sun hittin

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { YOU'VE BEEN SELECTED FOR THE NEXT PHASE }

    LEILAThe early morning sun cut through the sheer blinds of my downtown hotel suite, casting thin, pale lines across the dark hardwood floor. I sat on the edge of the unmade bed, a rare, unhurried stillness wrapping around the room that felt entirely foreign after days of running against a digital clock. I didn't have to drive my boots into the slate floors of the G3 Group by eight-thirty. I had given George a real, verbal concession in the empty amphitheater yesterday afternoon, promising to step back from my terminal for a full twenty-four hours.As the quiet settled around me, my mind began tracing the variables of the last three weeks, shifting into an involuntary comparison I couldn't fully suppress. For two years under Karl’s surname, my existence had been an invisible cage. He had accepted my labor, hid my name from his board, and demanded my absolute compliance while treating me like a piece of property on his ledger.

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { I NEED AN ANSWER, LEILA }

    GEORGEI stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass panel of the executive gallery, my fingers curled loosely around the handle of my coffee mug. Below, the grand stone plaza was still slick from the remains of the midnight downpour, but the morning city noise was completely cut off by the thick panes. Through the blurred reflections, my gaze locked onto her figure the exact millisecond her boots cleared the transit vehicle's curb. She was walking toward the glass lobby doors, her dark hair pulled back into a neat knot, her grey dress simple and sharp as she held her portfolio bag flat against her side. I didn't look away. I registered, slightly after the fact, that my head had remained tilted toward the plaza far longer than a standard due diligence observation required. I turned back toward the inner corridor, a low-grade irritation at my own lack of discipline tightening the muscles behind my ribs. I thought back to the drive home the nig

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { THE COST OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN'S PEACE }

    KARLThe seventy-two-hour countdown I had shoved onto my design team spent the last three days chewing through my skull, driving me from boardrooms to emergency data reviews in a relentless sprint to reclaim our Western Market territory from George’s firm. By the time I finally threw the folder onto my mahogany desk and stepped out of the headquarters, the night was long past nine o'clock, and the marrow in my bones felt like dry ash. I hit the biometric scanner, forcing the double doors of the penthouse to click open, and immediately noticed a sudden, profound shift in the air. The rooms were pitch-black, silent, and entirely empty of the high-pitched laughter and cloying gardenia scent that had choked my entries for two weeks. There was no alcohol sitting out on the quartz counters, and no bass vibrating from the entertainment console. For the first time since the divorce, the space actually felt like my home again—the quiet, ordere

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { FIVE }

    EVELINA Dominic.For a second, I thought it would be Julian. Or Theodore. Or nobody.Hotel hallways were always full of people coming and going. Most of the time, nobody looked twice at you.But Dominic was walking toward me. His hands were in his pockets, his expression flat and unreadable. He st

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { FOUR }

    EVELINA The door opened.Aria Vance walked in with one hand resting lightly on Julian’s arm. She glanced around the table easily, already smiling before anyone spoke.Julian looked across the room. His eyes passed over me without stopping before settling on his parents.“Dad. Mum.” A beat. “ This

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { THREE }

    EVELINA The corridor felt different when I stepped out of Dr. Yuen’s office.People were moving faster. Reception staff straightened behind their desks. Nurses glanced toward the entrance like they were expecting someone important.A name passed quietly through the hallway. “Aria Vance.”I kept wa

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { TWO }

    EVELINA The notification was still on my screen when I woke up.CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE QUALIFIED FOR THE APEX URBAN PRIZE. Final submission window: 7 days.I stared at it through a few hours of broken sleep and the dull ache climbing up the back of my neck.Outside the studio windows, the sky h

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