All Chapters of Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For the first time in the history of Shane Group, the president himself had decided to personally accompany one of his models to a photoshoot. Vicktor Caldwell—a man known for his cold demeanor and lack of visible emotion—was now sitting calmly in the waiting chair, his eyes never once leaving Elisha as she posed beneath the glow of the studio lights.Every movement Elisha made was graceful and deliberate. Her slender fingers toyed with a ribbon in her hair while holding the product, and that gentle smile of hers seemed capable of trapping anyone who looked too long. The corner of Vicktor’s thick lower lip curved faintly—something that almost never happened in public.Nearly two hours passed. Crew members bustled about, replacing props, adjusting lighting. Strangely, Vicktor didn’t move an inch. He stayed right where he was, waiting until the entire shoot was over.A few staff members whispered to each other in the corner.“Mr. Caldwell seems really serious today,” murmured the man ho

The man pulled out the chair in front of Amora without asking for permission. The scraping sound of the chair’s legs against the marble floor made several guests glance their way, but he didn’t seem to care. Calmly, he sat down and poured wine into the empty glass before him, as if the table already belonged to him.Amora froze—half startled, half annoyed. Yet for reasons she couldn’t explain, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. There was something in the man’s gaze—calm yet piercing—that made her tongue stiffen.“What’s wrong? You don’t like my company?” His voice was relaxed, though a faint teasing tone lingered in it.“N–No, Sir.” Amora tried to smile, but her heart was racing for no reason. There was an odd feeling—an intuition—that told her this man wasn’t just any ordinary guest.“Let me introduce myself. My name’s Roy.” He extended his hand; his fingers were long and cold.“E–Elisha,” Amora replied, using her stage name. They shook hands briefly, but the contact left a strang

Vicktor had arrived home barely five minutes ago. His steps were heavy, but his thoughts were even heavier. Without glancing at anyone, he went straight to his study and slammed the door shut so hard that the echo rattled the walls.His hand grabbed a framed photo from the desk and hurled it to the floor, shattering it into pieces. “Damn it!” he roared. “That man has the nerve to mock my feelings!”Vicktor’s breath came fast and ragged. The image of Elisha laughing with Roy kept replaying in his mind, piercing his chest like thorns. He knew he shouldn’t care. But since when had Elisha managed to throw his heart into such chaos? He was a married man—and Lucy, the woman who now bore his name, would never accept it if she knew how far his feelings for Elisha had gone.His hand gripped the edge of the desk, trembling as he tried to contain the fury that threatened to erupt. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.“Vick, what’s going on?” Lucy’s soft, worried voice called from outside. “I

Amora couldn’t accept it—not this time. Even with her body still weak, her blood suddenly rushed with anger that burned from the pit of her chest. She demanded to be put down from the man’s arms.“Put me down, Vicktor!” Her voice trembled, yet it carried undeniable force.Vicktor hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. But before he could say a word, Amora had already struggled free. The moment her feet touched the floor, she stood upright, forcing her trembling legs to hold her steady. Her sharp gaze locked onto Lucy. Without thinking, she shoved the woman’s shoulder hard enough to make Lucy stagger backward in shock.“Watch your words, Lucy!” Amora’s voice rose, trembling with fury. “I’m not a cheap woman like you!”Lucy froze, completely taken aback. She had never imagined that Elisha—the soft-spoken, gentle girl she’d always underestimated—would dare to defy her so boldly. Her face flushed, a mix of shame and rage coloring her cheeks.“If you’re not a cheap woman,” Lucy s

After returning from the doctor, Amora immediately swallowed the medicine she had been given. Her body still felt weak, her head slightly dizzy. She closed her eyes and let herself drift off beneath the soft blanket that warmed her body. Time slipped by quickly. When her eyelids fluttered open again, the golden rays of the afternoon sun were already piercing through her bedroom window.Amora glanced at the wall clock.“It’s already three in the afternoon…” she murmured softly, followed by a small yawn.Her body felt lighter now, though her throat remained a little dry. She rose slowly, pushed the blanket aside, and descended the stairs with calm, steady steps. The scent of warm tea and clear vegetable soup greeted her the moment she reached the dining room.“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Amora said, pulling out a chair and sitting down at the table.Jessica, who was busy preparing a light meal according to her daughter’s diet, turned to look at her.“Are you feeling better, sweetheart?” she ask