All Chapters of Mr. Sterling, Your Ex-wife is a Famous CEO : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sharp gasps erupted within the executives, whispers spreading around like wild fire. Arabella held Adrian's gaze for a brief second, catching the shock in them before walking towards the door. “Y—you? You are the Reformer?” Adrian stuttered as he walked closer, trying to piece the past few days together. Arabella halted in front of the door, turning to face him, but before she could say a word, another executive spoke first. “Seriously? Anyone is just going to waltz in here and claim to be The Reformer and we would believe her?” Daisy Winston, a young executive and also Serena's friend spoke up seeing some of the shareholders were already believing her, “Have we all forgotten her mental state five years ago?” “Remember she has a history of impersonation.” She added, succeeding in convincing almost everyone that had the slightest believe in Arabella's words. Then she looked at Arabella with a sly slime, “Ms…Arabella, I truly thought you’ve had you head checked in the past years.

“Petals, I’m sorry…” “Don't ever call me that disgusting name again.” Arabella thundered, startling Adrian back as she stood up on her feet. She ran a hand through her hair, jaw tight. For years she’d held it in so well. Even throughout the meeting, she tried to bottle up the disgust she felt. But him acting like what she went through in his hands was something a simple ‘I’m sorry’ could solve made her stomach churn. She leaned forward, hands pressed tightly on the table as she asked, “Which bedroom exactly? The one you fucked Serena in?” Adrian's shoulders slumped slightly, jaw tight. “And what exactly are you acting for? Are there cameras around?” She asked looking around, “You can be yourself around me, Adrian. Just know that I am not the submissive wife you can bully anymore.” Adrian stood up. He opened his mouth to speak, but he had no words, deeply consumed by guilt. Arabella's eyes were red with anger, “If you think I came back to chase you, think again, Mister.” She s

That evening, Arabella stood on her balcony, hands gripping the railing as she stared across the courtyard.The window directly opposite hers—in the far right wing.Axel's room.She'd chosen this guest room deliberately. Far enough from the main wing to avoid the Sterlings' drama. Close enough to see her son's window. But it's been hours since she came and still hadn't seen Axel. He hadn't come down for dinner. She'd asked one of the maids about it."The young master doesn't come down for meals," the woman had said quietly. "We bring his food to his room.” Arabella's chest tightened.Was Serena keeping him isolated? Punishing him somehow?Or had her little boy become such an outcast that he hid away in his own home?Still she waited for over an hour, hoping to catch a glimpse of him before bed. Just then, Adrian stepped out of the room. She hadn't seen him go in. Their eyes met across the distance.For a long moment, neither moved.Then Arabella looked away first. She stared bla

Arabella did a quick sweep of the office with her eyes. This office? How could she not recognise it? The same place Adrian forced her to give her child up.“Adrian's office?” She finally asked. The sofas had been moved out, providing more than enough space for her new desk right across from Adrian’s. "Yes, ma'am. This is the largest office on the floor," Gavin said smoothly. "And since you'll be working closely with the CEO, I thought the proximity would be more efficient.” Adrian quickly swooped forward, “This isn't such a bad idea.” He turned to face Arabella, “What do you think of my assistant? Quite resourceful, isn't he?” Arabella knew—in her bones—that this was Adrian's doing. The convenient electrical fire, the conveniently available desk in his office.But she couldn't prove it. “One week," Arabella said sharply, walking to the new desk. "My office better be ready in one week.”She inspected the setup. Aside from the location; which made her skin crawl, everything was a

Arabella let out a sharp laugh and leaned back against her dressing table, arms crossed."And why would I help you? Why would I do anything for you?”"Help me?" Serena sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. "Not necessarily."Her smile was cold. "I'm just trying to help your little career.” Arabella's eyebrow arched. Her gaze swept over Serena with undisguised disgust."Picture this." Serena's voice turned silky. "Adrian annuls our engagement after more than a decade together. I play the victim—"She lifted her bandaged wrist. "—and threaten suicide again.” Her smile widened, sharp and cruel."Sterling Law Group's stock plummets. 'The Reformer' becomes a punchline." She stood and moved closer. "And your precious career?"She snapped her fingers."Poof. Over.” She stood up, taking a step closer to Arabella, her smirk broadening, “... puff! Over!” Arabella's eyes widened.Serena's smile turned triumphant. There it was—shock. Fear.But then Arabella snickered.The snicker t