The CEO's Unloved Wife

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, nudging Kaitlyn gently awake. She's greeted by the cheerful symphony of birdsong outside her window. As she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she extends her arm across the bed, expecting to find the warmth of her husband, Dean, but instead encountering only the cool sheets. With a bemused frown, she glances around the room, half-expecting to spot him hiding behind the curtains or perhaps already up and about in the bathroom.And so, Kaitlyn made her way to the kitchen to atleast make some breakfast for Dean. With the ease of someone well-acquainted with the morning routine, she set to work. She effortlessly cracked eggs into a bowl, their sunny yolks contrasting beautifully with the pristine porcelain. Meanwhile, bacon danced and sizzled on the hot skillet, its irresistible aroma mingling with the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee. While Kaitlyn busied herself in the kitchen, Dean made his entrance, dressed to the nines in a sleek s

Kaitlyn stared at her father whilst her tears rolled down her cheeks as she asked, "Papa, what do you mean? What did you know?" Her voice shook drowned in different feelings as she tried to understand.Mr. Ashenwood sighed heavily and began to share a hard truth. "Kaitlyn, I found out about Dean's cheating even before your wedding. But seeing you happy, I thought maybe it was a mistake. I stayed quiet, hoping it would change."The room felt heavy with the unspoken truth and that made it hard for Kaitlyn to keep pretending everything was okay. She felt betrayed by both her husband and her father, and it hurt deeply.Mr. Ashenwood apologized with the evident sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Kaitlyn," he spoke out of deep regret. "Seeing you suffer every day has been my silent burden. I hoped for your happiness, but I was wrong. I should have spoken up and told you the truth."Kaitlyn felt a wave of emotions wash over her as her father blamed himself. Guilt was gnawing deep within him. "

As Kaitlyn discreetly stowed the papers back into the envelope and placed them in her bag, a sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed her. Dean, ever observant, didn't miss the subtle signs.With a mocking tone, he assumed, "Pregnant with someone else's child, are we?" His words dripped with sarcasm, a cruel insinuation that further strained the atmosphere in the room.Dean, with a calculated calmness, began to hurl insults at Kaitlyn, each word laced with venom. However, Kaitlyn, her gaze fixed on him, absorbed the verbal assault in silence, tears streaming down her face. The room, heavy with the weight of their fractured relationship, became a battleground of unspoken painWith a dismissive "Oh well," Dean casually shrugged off the emotional turmoil in the room. He left without a second glance, heading off to work or, as he put it, perhaps to meet his so-called beloved.As the door closed behind him, the room lingered in the aftermath of a confrontation that left wounds unhealed and questi

Kaitlyn decides to have a little stroll at the town market. Heidi arranged a vibrant bouquet as Kaitlyn approached, the sweet scent of flowers filling the air. "Kaitlyn, dear! How's everything going?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with genuine concern."Oh, you know, the usual pregnancy struggles," Kaitlyn sighed, rubbing her lower back. "I'm on a mission for some comfort food and maybe a pair of slippers to soothe these tired feet. Any recommendations?"Heidi's face lit up, her smile widening."Well, for comfort food, you can't go wrong with the apple turnovers from the bakery down the street," she suggested, her hands dancing over the vibrant blooms. "And speaking of comfort, have you tried those memory foam slippers Marco has at his fruit stand?"Thanking Heidi, Kaitlyn ambled over to Marco's fruit stand, where a colorful array of fruits greeted her. Marco's eyes crinkled at the corners as he spotted her."Kaitlyn! Long time no see. How's the little one doing?" His voice held a w

(The day after Kaitlyn left) As Mr. McGuain, Dean's seasoned 50-year-old attorney, entered the office, Dean welcomed him with a handshake and a warm gesture to take a seat. The ambiance of the room held a certain gravity, and the secretary promptly handed Mr. McGuain a cup of coffee."Good to see you again, Mr. McGuain. Please, have a seat. Thank you for coming." Dean greets them with a business smile as usual. Mr. McGuain reciprocated the handshake and settled into the creaking leather chair, acknowledging with a nod.They exchanged pleasantries before delving into the discussion about the divorce papers, the formalities of legal proceedings hanging in the air."Kaitlyn finally signed the papers, and everything is in order," Dean adds. Mr. McGuain, with a measured tone, inquired, "It's a significant step. Have you reviewed the details thoroughly?""I've glanced through them. Everything seems in order, as expected."The hum of the office machinery provided a backdrop as Mr. McGuain