All Chapters of Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ELISHA’S POVThe hospital was quiet. A hum behind the fluorescent lights. A dragging silence in the hallways. Ethan sat beside me in the waiting room, tapping his thumb restlessly on the arm of the chair, watching me every now and then as if trying to read my mind.I hadn’t said a word since the nurse handed me the file.We’d been up all night. After sneaking out of the Möller estate, I was wired—heart pounding, breath erratic, limbs too alert to rest. Ethan and I ended up parked outside a late-night smoothie bar, sitting in his car like teenagers. Talking about everything. Or avoiding everything. I couldn’t quite tell. The air between us was thick with unspoken things.I was halfway through my berry smoothie when the pain struck.A sharp pull at the base of my spine, wrapping like a fist around my lower back. I had almost doubled over right there in the passenger seat. Ethan's face turned ghost-white as he reached over to steady me.“Breathe, Elisha. You’re okay. Just breathe. I’m ta

ELISHA’S POVI woke to the sound of footsteps. Light ones—quick, practiced—moving in a rhythm I’d come to recognize. Somewhere in the hallway, voices murmured low, too distant to make out clearly.For a moment, I just lay there, motionless under the soft duvet, staring up at the ornate plasterwork above me. The early light spilled across the room in amber lines, but my chest stayed heavy. It wasn’t fatigue—it was weight. Like something dense and invisible had wrapped itself around me in the night and was holding me to the bed.Eventually, I sat up. Slowly.My throat was dry. My shoulders ached.But it was progress. At least I didn’t wake up crying this time.And I would never cry again.A soft, polite knock came on the door. “Enter.” The butler stepped in and his eyes dropped respectfully. “Mrs. Möll—Miss Montgomery,” he corrected himself quickly.I nodded, my voice thin. “Yes?”“Breakfast has been prepared, ma’am. Mr. Möller requested it personally.”“I didn’t ask for anything,” I

ELISHA’S POVThe jet was pristine. Quiet. White leather seating, everything sleek and sterile, the kind of space meant to impress rather than comfort. I found a spot near the back, away from the windows, and sank into it like I planned to merge with the cushions. I didn’t remove my coat. I didn’t look around.I slid my headphones on and pulled up an old show I’d already watched three times. I didn’t care what played—I just needed noise that wasn’t him.Anthony boarded a few minutes later.I felt him before I saw him. His presence had that effect—an unwelcome shadow passing over my thoughts. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t look up. And to his credit, he didn’t approach me immediately. He chose a seat a good distance away and stayed there as we took off.But the second we hit cruising altitude, I saw him move.He walked slowly, almost cautiously, and lowered himself into the seat directly across from mine.I didn't take out my headphones.He tapped lightly on the table. I sighed and paused th

ANTHONY’S POVNatalie hadn’t even been discharged two full weeks and she was already back in the hospital. This time, with a stitched-up wrist and a fresh new dramatics reel for the medical staff to watch.I sat in the backseat of the car as it pulled into the hospital lot, my hands clenched loosely in my lap. I wasn’t worried. Not really. She was surrounded by some of the best doctors on the continent—fixing a slit wrist would be a routine procedure for them. They’d bandage her up, tell her to rest, and wheel her out with a packet of antidepressants by Thursday.What got under my skin wasn’t the suicide attempt itself—it was the fact that she actually followed through on something that childish. Something so public. So dramatic. Over an engagement announcement that wasn’t even real.I wasn’t marrying Adaline. God, how many times did I have to say it?And then it hit me.Elisha.She hadn’t known either.The hysterical phone call from her mother is how she found out. And she hadn’t e

ELISHA’S POVThe lights in the lab hummed low overhead, faint against the silver shadows of dusk slipping through the high windows. I powered down my screen, slipped off my lab coat, and grabbed my purse from the back of the chair. The air smelled faintly of cocoa, fruit extract, and sterilized glass—a strange but familiar comfort after all these years.As I stepped into the hallway, I saw them.Adam stood at the end of the corridor, holding hands with Penny and just ahead of them—bounding across the linoleum—was my daughter.“Hey, workaholic!” Adam called, grinning.I laughed.Donna ran full-speed into my arms, her curls bouncing with each step. I crouched to the floor and opened my arms wide.“Mommy!” she squealed, throwing herself into me.I squeezed her tight, letting her warmth flood into my chest. “I missed you too, honey. Guess what? We’re all going to dinner.”“Yay!” she cheered, jumping slightly in my hold. “Can I have pudding?”“You can have two puddings.”Adam raised a brow