All Chapters of Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELISHA’S POVI didn’t expect to see Anthony.Not there. Not then. And certainly not like that.He wasn’t supposed to be home for another three hours. Anthony’s schedule was sacred—carved in stone and reinforced with steel. And ever since the miscarriage, he’d become even more rigid with it. Detached. Frigid. Like the pain had switched something off inside him, and routine was the only thing left keeping him functional.He’d stopped coming home for lunch. That was a big one. Like even being in the same house as me and my grief was too suffocating. There were nights I’d fall asleep alone and wake up to find the other side of the bed cold. He’d come in late, showered silently, and left again before the sun rose. Like a ghost with a key.He wasn’t cruel about it. Just absent. Cold in a way that didn't hurt like fire, but frost. Silent. Withdrawing. Gone, even when he was right in front of me.So what was Anthony doing here now?Sitting in the backseat of his sleek black town car, his ja

ELISHA’S POVHer words still echoed in my mind.He doesn’t love you anyway.It wasn’t even the insult that stung the most. It was how bold she was about it. How she didn’t try to hide it anymore. How she stood there, in my house, wearing a necklace that was meant for me, telling me to leave the man I was married to.Like it was nothing.Like I was nothing.“Why?” I asked slowly, trying to hold my voice steady. “So it’ll be easier for you to marry him?”Natalie laughed. It wasn’t a real laugh. It was the kind that dripped with pity. Mocking. Cold.“It’s already so easy,” she said.Her hand lifted and gently touched the necklace resting above her collarbone. Her fingers grazed the sparkling gemstones like they were sacred.“He originally bought this set for you,” she added. “But the second I said I loved it, he gave it to me. No questions asked.”I opened my mouth, but no words came out.Just then, Anthony walked out of his study.And it was like a switch went off in her brain—from crue

ELISHA’S POVThe ambulance doors slammed shut before I could speak. I stood still on the sidewalk, barely able to blink. I looked down at Bubblegum, cradled trembling in my arms. She whimpered faintly, her eyes unfocused. Her breathing was fast. Too fast.My chest tightened.She hadn’t barked once since it happened. Not even a growl. I didn't know what she had seen or felt when Natalie kicked at her—whether it had been fear, shock, or pain—but she wasn’t the same.“I’m so sorry,” I whispered against her soft fur, walking toward my car as fast as I could without jostling her. “Just hang in there, okay? I’ve got you.”I barely remembered the drive. My fingers clutched the wheel so tightly my knuckles stayed white the whole way. I ran two red lights. The emergency lane at Robert’s clinic was thankfully empty when I skidded into it.Robert met me at the door before I even had time to ring the bell. He must’ve seen the look on my face.“Again?” he asked, his voice low, concerned, not ev

ELISHA’S POV“I was at the clinic with the puppy,” I said slowly.Anthony just stood there, arms crossed, jaw tight. The kind of posture you take when you're trying to look angry but you're actually trying not to explode. His eyes scanned me—face, hair, the small carrier at my feet.He narrowed his gaze. “With that vet?”There it was.I blinked at him. “Yes. With Robert.”“So let me get this straight.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “Your sister gets hospitalized after almost losing her baby—your fault, by the way—and you spend the whole night with some strange man and a dog?”My jaw clenched. Not because of what he said. But because he meant it.I looked at him for a long second.“I didn’t push her,” I said quietly.He didn’t respond right away. His nostrils flared like he was gearing up for another accusation.And then—“Elisha?” Natalie’s voice floated in from somewhere down the hallway. Weak, breathy, strategically timed.Anthony’s gaze flicked away.Of course.I reache

ELISHA’S POVI would’ve tried again. I really would have.For another baby. Another heartbeat. Another beginning.If Anthony had been someone worth building that future with.But he wasn’t.Not after the way he acted. Not after the way he vanished from the moment I needed him most. Not after he let them all say it was just an accident—that what Natalie did to me was just bad timing.He wasn’t cruel in the obvious ways. He didn’t scream or storm out or cheat in the dark. No—his version of cruelty was quieter.He ignored grief. Minimized it.Smiled at the right times and still managed to miss everything that mattered.I could’ve lived with the insults for the rest of my life, honestly. The family coldness. Even the loneliness. Because I was always meant to be a Möller bride, and divorce was simply not an option. But… my baby deserved better.My child deserved a father who would’ve driven through a hurricane to be at my side, not one who left me bleeding alone while buying someone else