All Chapters of Divorced: Her Ex Husband’s Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elijah "The winner of the acquisition for Windsor Finance is... Griffin Tech." The air in the boardroom seemed to thin instantly. I sat at the head of the long table, the leather of my chair suddenly feeling like a throne I hadn't quite earned. The announcement hung in the room, vibrating against the glass walls. For a moment, my brain couldn't process the win. This was what I had worked for—the merger that would finally stabilize my company’s fluctuating assets and silence the vultures on my board. It was a strategic triumph, a move that would define the next decade of my career.Then, the noise started."Well done, Elijah!" Marcus, one of the London representatives, stood up and reached across the table to pump my hand. "A bold play. Your final projections were the deciding factor.""Exceptional work, Mr. Griffin," another voice chimed in. I felt a series of congratulatory pats on my back, the heavy palms of industry titans marking me as the victor. I stood up, offering the pra

Scarlett The restaurant Elijah had chosen, L’Éclipse, was a masterclass in understated power. Tucked behind a discreet limestone facade, it opened into a sanctuary of obsidian floors and tiered crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen rain. Every table was a private island, shielded by high-backed velvet booths and partitions of frosted glass etched with gold leaf. It was a place designed for the elite to disappear, where the air was thick with the scent of white lilies and expensive oud.I looked across the table at him, the candlelight catching the sharp lines of his face. He had dressed with a casual elegance—a dark, tailored cashmere sweater that made him look human rather than corporate."I have to admit, Elijah," I said, my fingers tracing the rim of a crystal goblet. "I’m taken aback. You actually did a good job. This place is... impeccable. It’s private, and really nice.”Elijah let out a short, self-deprecating laugh. "I figured you’d like it. The owner, Henri is an old f

Elijah The glare of the camera lights was surgical, a blinding white that made the dust motes in the air look like a swarm of insects. I stood behind the mahogany podium in the Grand Ballroom of the Griffin Plaza, my hands gripping the edges of the wood so hard my knuckles throbbed. I could hear the low, hungry murmur of the press—a room full of jackals waiting for a carcass. They wanted a scandal. They wanted to hear about a marriage in tatters and a CEO’s fall from grace. But I wasn't there to give them a show. I was there to perform an exorcism. I looked out at the sea of lenses and digital recorders. In the front row, a reporter from The Financial Times sat next to a gossip columnist from The Daily Buzz. It was a grotesque intersection of my two worlds, and both were currently breathing down Scarlett’s neck because of the woman I had been foolish enough to keep in my house. "Thank you for coming on such short notice," I began, my voice amplified by the array of microphones unt

Scarlett The humid, floral air of my father’s estate in the countryside was a far cry from the stifling glass corridors of Willow Creek. A month had passed—a month of deliberate, surgical silence. I had blocked Elijah on everything. Every time a new, unknown number popped up on my screen, I deleted it without a second thought. Every time a bouquet of white peonies arrived at the front gate, I had the receptionist at the hotel compost them before they even touched the door. And then I left.I didn't want his apologies, and I certainly didn't want his explanations. The man who had blackmailed a dying legend to steal a company was a man I no longer recognized.Strangely, the only person who had remained a steady presence was Derek Windsor. Perhaps it was a lingering sense of shared betrayal, or maybe I just appreciated the way he had been the one to finally pull the wool from my eyes. We spoke once or twice a week, mostly about the market’s reaction to the merger and his father’s h

Scarlett Velaris City is not what I expected. it was a lot better than anything my imagination had cooked up. My arrival had been delayed by nearly a week—legal loose ends at the home office and a marathon session with my father to ensure the transition was seamless. He had stepped back into the CEO chair with the ease of a king reclaiming a throne, allowing me the mental space to focus on this new horizon.As the private car glided across the Grand Velaris Bridge, Dara leaned her forehead against the tinted glass, her mouth slightly agape."Okay, I take back every cynical thing I said about construction dust," Dara whispered. "Scarlett, since when did this place turn into the new rising city?"I was equally stunned. Below us, the city was a sprawling tapestry of shimmering glass towers and lush, vertical gardens. Massive cranes moved like prehistoric birds against the sunset, punctuating a skyline that felt alive, vibrating with an energy I hadn't felt in Willow Creek for years