All Chapters of My CEO mate: Divorce made me his: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SEBASTIAN—A week ago (Nytherin attack)The house was too quiet, and yet everything Claire did was too loud.The way she sighed when she walked. The way she groaned, dropped things, asked questions she already knew the answers to. Even the sound of her chewing grated on my nerves. I couldn’t tell if she was being intentionally annoying or if I’d finally started seeing her for what she was—what I traded everything for.She was crying again. Or pretending to. I couldn’t tell anymore.“You said you’d make this work,” she’d snapped after throwing a pillow at my back. “You said we’d be a family.”And I’d wanted to scream, I had a family. I had one.But I didn’t. I just stood there, watching her cradle her stomach like it was a shield she could use against the weight of what we’d done. What I’d done.She didn't even clean anymore. The whole house is a mess.I left without a word. Didn’t grab a jacket, didn’t grab my wallet. Just keys and a bitter taste in my mouth as I walked towards my car.

EZRAI’m sure I look like a ghost now.Like, I know we’re undead creatures. But still, our skin does have that luster—that faint underglow that lingers when we’re properly fed. When we’re balanced. When hunger isn’t scraping at the edges of every waking thought like it is right now.And now? I look deathly pale. Sickly. Hollow.I loosen my tie and down another cup of Sanguara. The thick, hot, watered-down blood slides down my throat with a metallic sting. There’s no flavor anymore. No texture. Just a means to an end. Survival.Fifth cup this morning.And it’s just 7:00 a.m.I think I’m losing it.I shove the empty glass aside, grip my car key and briefcase, and head out of the penthouse. The city is too bright. The drive to H&V is a blur of traffic and half-formed thoughts, all circling the same maddening thing—Her blood.The fact that I couldn't hold in another person's blood, especially Morgan's, after marking her.And now I’m spiraling.I really want her blood.But I can't ask.No

EZRAThe beeping is steady now.Not strong. Not loud. But steady.I sit a few meters from her bedside, eyes locked on the small rise and fall of her chest under the hospital blanket. Her heartbeat hums in my ears, soft but alive, not as strong as I want it to be, but It’s the only thing keeping me sane.She hasn’t woken up yet.The blood transfusion is slow, drip by drip, her skin still too pale. But better than before. Breathing. Fighting.I glance down at my watch. A few hours till closing at Harrington & Vale.I should be there.I still have piles of work to do.But how the hell can I think about work when she’s still lying here because of me?My hand runs over my face. I lean forward, elbows on my knees, staring at her like she might vanish if I look away.And then… my mind drifts.To her smile. To her voice when she laughs. To how warm she felt in my arms—until she wasn’t.Then it hits me.Finn.Thea was supposed to pick up her son from school today..My eyes fly back to the cloc

EZRA"You guys just never learn, do you?"The voice is smooth. Arrogant. Meant to provoke.I turn my head slowly. He's leaning against the far end of the hallway, hands shoved in his pocket, that ever present smug but neutral look on his face.Lucien.White-haired, alabaster-skinned, and dressed in an immaculate white suit that looks more ceremonial than practical. He wears arrogance like armor, and every inch of him gleams like he knows exactly how many hearts he’s broken—and how many heads he could take if he felt like it.His pale blue eyes are almost glassy in the soft corridor lighting, but I know better. Behind that detached smirk is a mind that never stops calculating. Strategizing. Judging.Lucien is the one who never chooses sides.Except when it suits him.I scoff and drag a hand down my face. "What are you doing here? I already told you last time that I don't need your wisdom.”His smirk deepens as he starts walking towards me. “You didn’t. But the council did.”My jaw clen

THEAI am fine.I say it out loud. I say it in my head. I even say it on the phone.“I’m fine, really.”I am not fine.My body is sore in ways I didn’t know existed. Strange right? Afterall, I haven't done shit except lift my body for the past twenty four hours. My son has been bathed and packed off to school by nurse Janet who now basically owns both of us, and Ezra hasn’t shown up in twenty-four hours.Twen. ty. Four. Hours.A whole day.Not a text. Not a call. Not a pigeon with a note tied to its leg.But sure.I’m fine.“Are you sure?” Sabrina from HR says, voice syrupy with concern. “It’s just... Mr. Harrington requested a week of leave on your behalf and I—well, I just wanted to check in and see how you’re holding up.”I freeze.A what?A WEEK?My fingers curl around the blanket so tightly the hospital cotton groans in protest.“He what?”“Applied for a one-week leave,” she chirps. “Said you’d need the time to rest and recuperate. And of course, we completely understand. Just wa