All Chapters of Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELISHA’S POVFrom where I stood on the balcony, I could hear every sound, every ripple in the pool below. I held my breath, waiting for his answer. But as if she’s sensed me, Natalie looked up at where I was standing. She locked eyes with me, silently challenging me to stay and listen for Anthony’s answer to her ridiculous question. Though our marriage had been arranged by our families, I had loved him for years. He was handsome, poised, the golden boy of the Möllers. When our engagement was announced, I told myself it wasn’t just business. Not entirely. He’d kissed me gently on the altar and whispered in my ear that everything would be fine. And some foolish part of me believed that maybe—just maybe—this was love.But that belief shattered in two words.“Of course.”Clear as crystal. A dagger I didn’t see coming, straight through the chest.The air left my lungs. My hands loosened from the railing. My world tipped slightly on its axis.Of course.Of course, he would’ve married h

ELISHA’S POV“Have you completely lost your mind?” Anthony stood up, his eyes flashing in anger. “What exactly are you accusing us of?” “Us!” I laughed. “What, you’re a package deal now?” “Eli, please…” Natalie pleaded from her bed, forcing her voice to sound weak. “Please don’t fight, we didn’t do anything!” “If you didn’t do anything,” I said, “then why didn’t you tell me you knew about her pregnancy?” Anthony took a deep breath. “Because I knew how you’d react. I knew you’d behave like this, did you think I wanted to deal with that!?” I narrowed my eyes. I dropped my voice so I wouldn’t scream. “Excuse me?” “All I’m saying is… look, yes, I knew,” he said. “Nat told me and because your parents were travelling and neither Dominic nor Sebastian is around, I told her she could stay with us and we’d take care of her for a while.” “Okay… why couldn’t you just say that?” I asked. A tired laugh escaped him. “Because I knew what day it was! If I came in and told you about her baby o

ANTHONY’S POVWhen I came out of the bathroom, the room was quiet. Too quiet. Elisha had turned away from me and slept, or perhaps pretending to sleep so we wouldn’t have to talk about what had just happened. I walked barefoot across the hallway, and stopped in front of my office. The dim light from the garden bled faintly through the blinds, cutting thin stripes across the floor. I crossed to the cabinet near the window and poured myself a drink.The first sip burned. The second calmed.I needed both.It had been three days since Natalie called out of nowhere, her voice trembling through the phone as she said she was pregnant. She didn’t sound manipulative or rehearsed. She sounded terrified. Her parents were in Europe for business and her brothers were always busy running the Montgomery business, so she asked if she could stay with us until she could figure things out.And I—stupidly or maybe too soft-heartedly—had said yes.Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was loyalty.Natalie had be

ELISHA’S POVI wanted to laugh. He was hurt by this?He—the man who didn’t even look my way when I was bleeding in a hospital bed? The man who pretended my grief was inconvenient background noise? The man who stood by, arms folded, while his sister slithered into every corner of my life?He was asking why I didn’t want to have his baby?Rage burned through me, hot and thick. It pressed against my ribs like lava, searing through every breath I took. I wanted to scream, to throw something. I wanted to crack the silence open and show him what it had done to me.But I didn’t.Instead, I lowered my gaze. Because what was the point? He knew why I couldn’t try again. He just didn’t care enough to acknowledge it.I watched his face shift—just slightly—as the silence hung between us.He exhaled, the tension leaving his shoulders like he thought we were done. “Elisha…”His voice softened. He walked over to me. I felt the warmth of his hand brush against my arm, and then his lips found my neck.

ANTHONY’S POVI had just finished setting up a mentor for Natalie when I returned to my office and sank into the chair behind my desk. The day had been long, but manageable. A couple of meetings, all of them good. And Natalie looked like she was settling in nicely. Or so I thought.A knock came barely twenty minutes later, followed by my assistant, Mark, stepping inside, looking visibly uneasy. He shifted from foot to foot, clearing his throat before speaking.“Sir… about Miss Montgomery.”My brows lifted. “Yes?” “She, um… she’s having some trouble adjusting. Her mentor, Mrs. Lovett, just walked out of a training session. Said she can’t teach someone who keeps calling her instructions ‘stupid.’ She even said she might quit.”I exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Offer Lovett a raise.”Mark blinked. “Sir?”“She won’t quit if she’s making more money than God,” I said. “As for Natalie… she doesn’t need to be useful or perfect. She just needs to not make things worse.” He