All Chapters of Divorcing Mr CEO : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lira POV:I was dressing off my makeup when my assistant rushed in, with a phone in hand. Her eyes were wide like she’d seen a ghost."Ma look, it’s trending now!" she squealed, flipping the phone toward me.I blinked immediately, the screen showed a still image from the set.Me and Leo. Kissing.And from the angle, it looked like the kiss of the century. Romantic, Intimate and real.Too real.My stomach flipped. I didn’t know whether to feel flattered, confused, or completely exposed. The comments below the photo were already blowing up with speculation:“This chemistry is crazy!”“That’s not acting, that’s love.”“i pity her Poor husband.”I sat there, frozen.Before I could say anything, Leo entered with a smile on his face.He wasn’t in costume anymore. Instead, he wore a white shirt under a leather jacket and jeans. Holding a bouquet of fresh roses in his hand.I stared at him.He smiled like the cameras were still rolling. “For you,” he said casually, holding out the bouquet.My

LIRA POVThe morning light stabbed through the curtains, and my head pounded like someone had played drums on it all night.I groaned, sitting up slowly.Then it all came rushing back.The fight with Damian, and my own voice saying “I want a divorce.”I closed my eyes and leaned back into the pillows. Why did he think he could fix everything after three years? Why now? Because of one kiss with another man?It didn’t make sense at all.maybe I went too far, but why didn't he do this the whole three years? If he had actually thought and making things right now, he should know that it's really too late. because I want divorce.What about Leo?I winced at the memory of how he’d been humiliated in front of everyone, he didn’t deserve that. Not from me, and not from Damian.I should make it up to him. At least talk and clear the air.I picked up my phone and typed:Hey, want to meet at the bar lounge later? Just to talk.His reply came back almost instantly."oh really, that's really nice.

Damian's POVThe boardroom buzzed with restrained voices. Ten men and women sat around the long mahogany table, all dressed. A projection glowed at the far end, but all eyes were on me as I finished presenting the quarterly numbers.“The projected cybersecurity expansion into Eastern Europe is six months ahead of schedule,” I concluded, clicking the remote. “And we’ve already received two government bids. If we’re careful with data licensing, this could triple our value in the intelligence market.”Applause wasn’t expected, but a few nods of agreement followed.“Efficient as always, Mr. Blackwood,” said Howard Wills, my chief of operations. “Your instincts saved us a year’s worth of effort.”I offered him a slight nod. “We move fast, or we get left behind.”The meeting wrapped with murmurs of logistics, legal concerns, and quiet approval. People began rising, papers rustling, and phones lighting up.I remained seated."Sir, should I cancel your three o’clock for today?” my assistant a

Lira pov: The night was everything it should have been. It was glamorous, sparkling, and perfectly staged. But for me, the night was far from perfect.My heels clicked against the polished marble floor as I followed Damian through the crowd, our hands loosely linked for appearance. We had done this dance before. Smiling when spoken to, laughing at the right moments, eyes meeting like lovers. A well-practiced illusion. But tonight, I felt stripped bare beneath my dress. My father’s presence did that to meI gripped Damian’s hand a little tighter, hoping he wouldn’t notice.There stood my father and mother-Leonardo and Mireille Hart, alongside Damian’s parents. Charles Blackwood, ever composed and Seraphina Blackwood, regal as always, her eyes sharp behind her painted smile.“Young people take forever to leave,” Seraphina said dryly, twirling a diamond ring around her finger.“Oh please, Seraphina,” Mireille shot back. “At least they’re not in a rush to divorce like the rest of your fa

Lira pov We stood there still, staring at each other like strangers who had just met. I didn’t know what to say. “I’m not ready to divorce, I’m ready to make things right” Damian's voice echoed in my head again. Why now? Why did he say it now, when everything had already been planned, when we’d both silently agreed this was how it would end? I swallowed hard, my mouth felt dry. “Why?” I finally asked, my was voice barely above a whisper. “Why now?”Damian didn’t speak immediately. His eyes were on me, but I couldn’t read them. He looked like he wanted to say a hundred things but didn’t know where to begin. “Because…” he started, then paused, searching for words. “Because I’ve wronged you, and I have made you go through a lot.” I stared at him.He stepped a little closer. Not too close, but enough that I could feel the shift in the air between us.I thought if I didn’t get attached or show concern, maybe it would help me stay focused... help me feel nothing when the