All Chapters of The CEO's Divorced Wife: Rewriting Her Life: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

A professor once told me that intelligence does not protect you from heartbreak. At the time, I thought she was exaggerating to make a point. Dr. Sabrina Vale- Kane believed logic could fix anything. If something was broken, you studied it, tested it, and improved it. That was how science worked. That was how life worked.Or at least, that was what she used to believe.The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and plastic tubing. The steady beeping of the heart monitor beside her bed had blended into the background of her thoughts. she barely noticed it anymore unless the rhythm changed. The curtains were half open, allowing pale afternoon light to spill across the floor. It made the room look softer than it felt.Sabrina had been there for three weeks, since the accident at Kane Biomedical. She had since been there following the lab incident that was never supposed to happen.The official statement called it “a minor chemical leak.” Minor. The word was chosen carefully for investors

The headache returned slowly, like a quiet warning before a storm. At first, it was only pressure behind Sabrina’s eyes, but within minutes it spread across her temples and down the back of her neck.Her body felt weak, almost disconnected from her thoughts, and she had to sit down on one of the benches outside the soccer academy before her legs gave out completely.Around her, life continued normally. Parents laughed as they waited for their children, coaches called out final instructions, and cars pulled in and out of the parking lot. The world had not changed.But Sabrina’s had.The envelope inside her handbag felt heavier than it should have. She did not need to open it again; she already knew what it said. She had read the words over and over until they no longer looked real.No biological relationship, and the test had been clear. There was no mistake.Noah was not her son.Her breathing became shallow, and for a moment she thought she might faint. She could not go home like thi

Adrian lifted Daniella into his arms bridal style and gently placed her on the couch. He called the head of the household to bring the first aid kit, and when she brought it, he carefully cleaned Daniella’s bruises and used small wound plasters to cover the cuts.He went to the kitchen himself and made her a warm chocolate drink.Just then, he received a call from the police department informing him that Ms. Sabrina was in their custody and they required his presence. He told the officer who called that he was currently busy and would be available after three days.When the officer informed him that they could not legally hold her beyond forty-eight hours, Adrian fumed.“If you know what is good for you, you dare not release that woman until I say otherwise. Don’t grant her bail either. If you do anything contrary to what I just instructed, I will do much more than take your badge.”The officer apologized and hung up.When Daniella heard this, her face lit up, but she quickly pretende

Adrian drove straight to the Immunology Research Division. The moment he stepped out of his car, tension rippled through the building. Staff members who had already clocked out quietly slipped back into their workstations, pretending to be busy just to avoid crossing his path. His presence was never subtle; it was heavy, commanding, and suffocating.Without knocking, he flung open the senior scientist’s office door. The elderly man startled violently and nearly dropped the files in his hands. When he realized who it was, his shoulders sagged and his voice thinned.“Good evening, sir. I wasn’t expecting you.”“There is nothing good about this evening,” Adrian replied coldly, his jaw tight. “Take me to the lab. Now.”The scientist nodded quickly and hurried ahead of him. Adrian followed, his polished shoes striking the floor in sharp, deliberate steps.The moment he entered the lab and saw the emptied storage units and wiped systems, his anger surged.“What exactly am I paying you peopl

The new set of domestic workers arrived that morning, transported by the company’s van. Six women stepped out, most of them Mexican, their faces a mixture of weariness and curiosity. Daniella had risen early, though she had neither cleaned the house nor prepared breakfast. Instead, she ordered takeout for the family, preferring to conserve her energy for the introductions.She sat in the living room, poised and watchful, as the women lined up and called out their names one by one. Daniella’s eyes moved over them slowly, assessing from head to toe, her silence heavy until she finally spoke.“My name is Daniella Kane. My husband is Adrian Kane, and our son is Noah,” she announced with deliberate calm. “You will refer to me as Madam, my husband as Sir, and my son as Master Noah.”The women nodded, their expressions unreadable. Daniella’s tone sharpened as she assigned roles. “Regina, you are the chef. You will prepare our meals, but you will not eat what my family eats. I will give you a