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{ HIS TRAP }

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KARL

I held the divorce papers, the cardboard rough against my palm.

She had left every single monetary offering and the non-disclosure riders completely blank.

A cold, dangerous heat surged up my neck, tightening my jaw until the bone ached.

I pulled my phone from my breast pocket and hit the dial for my lead corporate counsel. The line connected before the first full ring finished.

"Mr. Hawthorne?" Graham Ashcroft answered, his voice instantly dropping into his alert, boardroom register.

"I
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  • 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    { TAKE A DAY OFF, LEILA }

    LEILAA gentle, steady pressure on my right forearm pulled me out of a heavy, blank sleep. "Leila. You're still here?" I forced my eyelids open, a sharp, localized knot of tension locking up the right side of my neck from having fallen asleep entirely upright in my desk chair. My vision blurred for a second before focusing on the broad silhouette standing directly over my terminal, his frame cut sharply against the pale blue luminescence of the monitor screen. The creative tier around us was completely hollow, the long rows of glass workspaces dark and silent beneath the high ceiling."George," I muttered, my voice rough and dry from the air filtration. I sat back, lifting my palms from the cool surface of the desk blotter. I had stayed back after five o'clock to finish the layout revisions on the Western Market Expansion proposal, a deliberate choice following his public announcement on the corporate network.

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

    KARLThe name G3 sat on my desk blotter like a live wire, burning straight through the corporate spreadsheets I had been trying to review since sunrise. I leaned back into my leather chair, staring at the blank wall of my executive office as the morning sun cut a sharp, golden line across my monitors. I reached for my keyboard, my fingers hovering over the keys for three full seconds before I typed her name into the federal search engine. I told myself it was professional due diligence. It was standard competitive research on a rival firm’s primary asset, nothing more. The screen refreshed instantly, displaying a viral post from George’s executive network profile. There she was. Leila Stonne. Her maiden name was stamped in bold black letters right beneath the master heading for the Western Market Expansion project, her high-resolution portrait displayed clearly for the entire Los Angeles investor syndicate to see. George had given her

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

    LEILAI stepped onto the white marble floorboards, my hands automatically adjusting the shoulder strap of my portfolio bag as I found an empty seat near the center of the glass-and-steel terminal table. Around me, the senior global directors and G3 Group design assets were already pulling up active data blocks, their attention locked entirely onto the massive projection display at the front center of the room.George sat at the head of the long table, his broad frame completely relaxed beneath his immaculate grey shirt, his sharp features an unreadable slate of stone as he clicked the master interface. "The Western Market Expansion project requires a complete structural override," George announced, his deep baritone carrying an absolute, level authority that cut straight through the quiet hum of the monitors. "We have initiated a counter-proposal that completely targets the Hawthorne Group’s current filings. The corporate registry needs a primar

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { DO YOU ACTUALLY CARE, KARL? }

    KARLI pressed my thumb against the biometric sensor, forcing the heavy mahogany double doors of the penthouse to click open. The cavernous foyer didn't greet me with the silent, ordered stillness that had anchored my arrivals for two years. Instead, a sharp wave of loud electronic music drifted from the open living room, a frequent pattern that had systematically rewritten the atmosphere of my home since Natalia moved her wardrobe into the master suite. Over the last two weeks, I had found myself deliberately staying behind at my corporate desk until past eight o'clock, preferring the sterile quiet of the office over the chaotic noise that now occupied my property. But tonight was different, no cluster of her friends sprawled across the furniture with their drinks and their laughter. I pulled my shoulders back, actively forcing the low-grade irritation from my mind. My affection for Natalia hadn't diminished. She was the woman I had

  • THE WIFE HE THREW AWAY: My ex-husband's regret    { NO ROOM FOR EMOTIONAL COLLAPSE }

    LEILAI dragged my fingertips across the glowing display of my docking station, sliding the transparent layout films back into their designated leather sleeve. The cool blue luminescence of my terminal was the only sharp thing left in my partitioned workspace. Outside my glass barrier, the afternoon sun had already stood behind the skyscrapers, casting long, dull copper lines across the matte charcoal slate of the open design floor. "Well?" Doreen’s voice rose pitched perfectly beneath the acoustic cedar slats.“Aren't you going to tell me about your lunch?" She leaned her shoulder against the titanium partition frame, her sharp grey eyes carrying an unhurried, knowing smile as she watched me secure my stylus into my portfolio bag. "Nothing much," I said, forcing my tone into a level, casual register as I zipped the leather shut. "We just had.. It was just lunch, Doreen."Doreen didn't accept the deflection. She let

  • 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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