All Chapters of MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

SYLVIA'S POVI woke up that morning with a sense of determination, shaking off the lingering frustration from Jocelia's pathetic attempt at a smear campaign last night. She'd gone on some talk show, spouting her usual nonsense, but I couldn’t let that get to me. My day was packed with important tasks, and I needed to stay focused. The kids were already up and about, Zenith playing with his toys while Zendaya was brushing her hair in the bathroom. After getting them ready for school, I made sure they had their lunches packed and kissed them goodbye as they headed out the door.I took a deep breath as I dressed for work, selecting a sleek navy-blue dress that would command respect without being too flashy. Today was a big day for the company—the opening of our newly refurbished building. This wasn’t just any building; it represented the growth and resilience of my business, the very things Jocelia had tried to undermine. I glanced at the clock and grabbed my keys, determined to make the

ALICE'S POVI sat in my office, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. The hum of the city outside my window was muffled by the thick glass, leaving me in a silence that was only broken by the faint chatter seeping through the door. My fingers drummed a slow, steady rhythm on the polished mahogany desk, my eyes fixed on the door as I listened intently to the sounds outside.Curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned forward, pressing the intercom button on my desk. “Julia,” I called, my voice steady, “what’s going on out there?”Within seconds, the door opened, and my assistant, Julia, stepped inside, her expression a mix of concern and mild amusement. “It’s Jocelia,” she said, her voice hushed as if the woman in question might still be lurking around the corner. “She was here to see Grayson, but he… he chased her out. It was quite a scene.”I arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? What exactly happened?”Julia stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspira

GRAYSON'S POVI sat in my office chair, fingers drumming lightly on the sleek wooden surface of my desk, staring at the wall across from me. How dare Jocelia barge into my office as if she still had any place in my life? The audacity of that woman was beyond belief. Her desperate attempts to rekindle whatever it was she thought we had were laughable at best. I could almost see her in my mind’s eye, her perfectly painted lips curled into a smirk she probably thought was seductive. If she imagined she could warm her way back into my heart or manipulate me into anything, she was sorely mistaken.A sharp knock on the office door pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. "Come in," I called out, my voice more clipped than I intended.The door creaked open, and Stewart stepped inside, his familiar face offering a welcome distraction. "Afternoon, Grayson," he greeted me with a nod, his tone professional yet warm."Afternoon, Stewart," I replied, gesturing for him to take a seat. He didn’t, tho

GRAYSON'S POVI stepped out of my office, the weight of the day hanging on my shoulders, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was just another day at the top, where the world and its demands never seemed to let up. I walked into my private elevator, the familiar hum of the machinery doing little to distract me from the monotony of my routine. The doors slid shut, and I pressed the button for the ground floor, thinking about how much I was looking forward to getting home, to unwinding with a glass of whiskey and a good book—or maybe just zoning out in front of the TV for a change.The elevator descended smoothly, and when the doors opened, Paul was already there, waiting for me as usual. We exchanged nods, a silent understanding passing between us. Paul was the kind of man you could rely on—steady, unflappable, and always in control. We walked together to the garage, the click of our shoes echoing in the quiet space.Just as we were about to reach my car, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I

SYLVIA'S POVI paced frantically across my bedroom, the walls closing in around me with every second that passed without my children. My heart raced, and my thoughts spun out of control as fear gripped me like a vice. Where were they? Who would have taken them? Alice? Jocelia? A thousand scenarios flashed through my mind, each one more terrifying than the last. Tears blurred my vision, and I stumbled toward my phone, hands shaking as I dialed Beverly’s number."Beverly, please pick up, please…" I muttered, my voice trembling with desperation. When she finally answered, I couldn’t hold back the sobs that erupted from my chest."Sylvia? Sylvia, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?" Beverly’s voice was laced with concern, and I could hear Raymond in the background asking what was happening."My kids, Beverly! My kids are missing!" I cried out, my voice cracking under the weight of my terror. The words felt unreal, like I was speaking them in a nightmare from which I couldn’t wake."What? Sy