Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's ex-wife is Untouchable : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 15

“You’re not walking away from me that easily, Marcelline.”She blinked once, pen poised above the paper, then set it down with infuriating grace. “Rowan,” she said coolly, as though acknowledging a business associate, not the man she’d spent nine years married to. “Dont be dramatic. It makes you look… desperate.”His jaw clenched. He said standing upright. “Don’t play with me. You think you can just throw divorce papers at me and vanish into thin air? That after nine years of marriage, you can just, just disappear?”Marcelline leaned back in her chair, the corner of her lip curving ever so slightly. Not a smile. Not warmth. Something sharper. “We've talked about this. I didn’t vanish. I walked out. You just never thought I would.”The air between them crackled. His fingers twitched at his side.“You don’t get to decide when it ends,” he snapped.Her brows lifted, mocking. “Oh? And you do? Nine years, Rowan. That was our deal. Nine years, and I go. I’ve only kept my end of the bargain.

The air outside Marcelline’s office was still tense when her assistant appeared at the door, she was about to knock when Marcelline just opened the door.“Miss Odette, we are having the meeting now” she said and Marcelline nodded, her other assistant following behind her. She opened the door to find a bowed posture of a man who commanded authority.“President Adair—” her eyes darted nervously around anything but Rowan, sensing the heavy atmosphere, “the joint investment summit begins in fifteen minutes. The other executives are already gathered.”Rowan, still leaning against the edge of her desk, straightened slowly, eyes narrowing as he turned to look at the assistant.“Joint investment?” he asked to be sure.“Yes.” the assistant replied nervously. Was she planning to exempt him from this? How come he didn't know anything about this? He thought.The assistant turned to leave. Rowan’s jaw clenched as he followed.The grand boardroom at the summit venue gleamed with polished mahogany a

Selene had not slept well.The glow of the bedside lamp was still on, her phone clutched in her hand as if gripping it tightly would keep the unease at bay. Her manicured nails tapped against the glass screen, restless, impatient.The email she’d received in the early hours still sat at the top of her inbox—You’re not the only one watching her.It should have terrified her. And for a moment, it had.But terror quickly gave way to something else—anger.Because the real knife in her chest hadn’t been the anonymous threat. It had been the phone call she overheard downstairs. Rowan hadn’t come home until dawn. His driver had dropped him directly at the estate, and Selene had padded to the hallway, expecting him to come up to their room.But he hadn’t. Instead, she had caught fragments of his voice through the heavy doors of his study. Tired, raw, low. And then, Marcelline’s name.Selene hadn’t needed to hear more. He had been with her. Again.The thought made her chest constrict, bile ris