บททั้งหมดของ My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The marketing presentation started at eight AM sharp.Conference Room B was full. Genevieve stood at the front with a polished slideshow ready, looking every bit the polished executive in her tailored burgundy suit. The same executives from yesterday's meeting filled the seats around the long table.I walked in and sat at the head of the table. Claimed the power position without asking permission.Genevieve's smile was predatory. "Good morning, Ivy. So glad you could join us.""Begin," I said simply.She did. The presentation was thorough, walking through Q2 marketing initiatives with impressive detail. Campaign metrics. Target demographics. Projected ROI on each initiative. She knew her material inside and out and presented it with the confidence of someone who'd been doing this for years.I asked questions. Good ones. Specific ones that showed I'd actually read that four-hundred-page binder she'd dropped on my desk."The social media campaign targets eighteen to thirty-four demograp

I spent the next morning reviewing Genevieve's implementation documents.Line by line. Word by word.Ares had taught me what to look for. Hidden clauses. Vague language that could be interpreted multiple ways. Budget allocations that didn't add up.And there it was. Page seventeen. Buried in a paragraph about "departmental collaboration and resource optimization.""The Marketing Department shall maintain primary oversight of budget allocations for all cross-functional initiatives, with final approval authority resting with the Chief Marketing Officer for expenditures exceeding $50,000."I read it three times to make sure I wasn't misunderstanding.Genevieve was trying to take control of my budget.Sign this, and I'd need her permission to spend money on anything significant. She'd control the purse strings. Could veto my decisions. Make me come crawling to her every time I wanted to fund a project.The anger hit me cold and sharp.She'd smiled in my face this morning. Complimented my

Three days after the implementation document standoff, I walked into Conference Room A for what was supposed to be a routine client presentation review.Genevieve had called the meeting that morning. Said we needed to finalize the pitch for Hartwell Industries, one of our biggest potential accounts. All senior marketing staff would be there.I'd come prepared. Read the entire pitch deck twice. Memorized key talking points. I wasn't going to be caught off guard again.The conference room was already full when I arrived. Genevieve stood at the front beside the projection screen, looking pleased with herself in a way that made my instincts prickle.I took a seat near the head of the table. Claimed my space."Wonderful, we're all here," Genevieve said brightly. "Before we begin, I want to introduce our new marketing consultant. She'll be advising on the Hartwell campaign and several other high-profile accounts. She comes highly recommended and has an impressive track record in luxury bran

MAYAMonday morning came too fast.I stood outside Damien Blackwood's office at exactly eight AM. His assistant had texted me the night before with instructions. Be on time. Dress professionally. Don't speak unless spoken to.Pfft, as if.I'd almost told her to shove those instructions where the sun doesn't shine.But I needed this job. More importantly, Ivy needed me on the inside. I needed to be of help to my best friend, somehow.So here I was. Wearing my best interview suit. Ready to work for the man I'd punched in the face just weeks ago.Why the hell did he even offer me this job? No doubt to make my life hell. I could use my chainsaws on him but Ivy would suffer, so I’ll grit my teeth and take whatever he throws. The door opened. A woman in her fifties walked out carrying a box of personal items."Good luck," she said flatly. "You'll need it."Then she was gone.Probably the last assistant? I took a breath, knocked. Waited."Come in."Damien's voice. Cold. Bored.I opened th

VYI was done being afraid.That's what I told myself as Turner drove me toward Lucas's school. I was done hiding, done waiting for permission to see my own son.But I couldn't wait anymore. I couldn't spend another night wondering if Lucas still remembered me, if he still loved me, if Sophia had completely replaced me in his heart."Are you sure about this, Ms. Blackwood?" Turner asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror."Yes. I have to do this Turner.”He pulled up half a block from the school, far enough that I wouldn't be immediately spotted but close enough that I could see the playground clearly.It was lunchtime. Kids poured out of the building in a wave of noise and energy, running and screaming and playing like children should.I got out of the car and walked to the fence surrounding the playground.And there he was.Lucas.My baby boy.He'd grown since I'd last seen him up close. He was taller now, his face losing some of that baby softness. His hair was longer than I us