All Chapters of The CEO’s Lost Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11. Confrontation

Sara stepped up to the woman until they were separated by barely a hand’s breadth. If either of them wanted to, she could slap the other."I will not allow you to come here and insult my models. When I was hired at the board meeting, it was made very clear that I would design for ordinary people. That’s the new niche Casa Monter wants to pursue."Luna looked away from her and glanced over Sara’s shoulder at the six models, who were visibly uncomfortable."One thing is designing for ordinary people, another thing is designing for mediocrities. I haven’t broken my back all these years in this company just so that, in the end, a fat woman like that ends up modeling a Casa Monter design. I don’t care if the great designer Sara Fansheri wants to ruin her reputation by allowing this type of people to model clothes with her surname on them, but they will not model anything with the Casa Monter emblem on the label. This is a company of glamour, of refinement, for people who are truly someone

12. The Return of Evil

When Sara woke up that morning, she felt excited. At last she had her fitting models. That day she had summoned all of them—she needed to take their measurements and analyze their physiques to understand how the fabrics could adapt to their bodies, how she could make adjustments so that someone a little chubbier than Kelly could fit into the dress, and also a man perhaps less strong than Israel, the tall, muscular dark-skinned one.So she got out of bed in the morning, took a very cold shower, and sent off her twins with the woman Emiliano had sent to take them every day to their prestigious school. Then, in high spirits, she paid Sofía’s school tuition with the advance Emiliano had given her on her salary.When she was alone at home, she grabbed a couple of colored threads she had in the storage room and rushed out toward Casa Monter. While she was on the subway, her mind wandered. It was what she always did—she imagined people wearing garments, how they would look with flowing fabri

13. Dark Secrets

Sara let the notebook fall from her hands and took two steps back. Mario took two steps forward. He looked as imposing and arrogant as ever, although the years they had spent without seeing each other had suited him.He looked more mature, with faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a few gray strands gleaming in his dark hair."Why are you so afraid?" the man asked. "What happened between us was many years ago."Sara clenched her fists, disgusted."Absolutely nothing happened between us."He tilted his head from side to side."It’s a yes and a no. There is something between us, remember? A little secret. A promise. The promise that you would never return to our lives.""When I left Emiliano’s life, I did it for other reasons," she told him. Even though she was dying of terror inside, on the outside she was grateful to be filled with energy and rage. "I left for another reason, not because of you or your empty threats that never scared me.""Are you sure about that?" the man sa

14. I Am Your Father

"Nothing is happening here," Sara made sure to sound very confident, though the truth was she didn’t know how confident she had actually sounded. She took two steps back, moving away from Mario, and picked up the notebook that had fallen to the floor when the man entered. "I was just leaving.""What were the two of you doing here alone? What was going on? Why were you arguing?"Mario cracked his knuckles and smiled."Little brother, it’s a pleasure to see you again after so long. How long has it been since we last saw each other? A year?"Emiliano crossed his arms."Yes. No matter how much time passes between us, it’s always unpleasant to see you again."The relationship between them was overwhelmingly bad."What are you doing in Sara’s office?"Mario adjusted his suit and then loosened his tie a little."I simply came to greet my former sister-in-law. I congratulated her on becoming Casa Monter’s designer. She was always an excellent designer. I see that for the first time since you

15. To win the heart.

Sara watched Emiliano’s troubled face as he knelt on the floor. His eyes shone. Mael’s attitude had surprised her, but deep down, not that much. The boy was intelligent and resentful. He had seen Emiliano, furious, lashing out at her the night they had run into each other again, and what had happened with his classmates a couple of years earlier had left its mark on him.She could not imagine Emiliano finding a way to make the boy see him with different eyes. Mara hugged her doll tightly and looked at the man kneeling beside her."Are you really my daddy?" she asked. From the kitchen, Sara noticed Sofía sniff quietly; it was an intimate and tense moment for everyone.Sara walked over to her daughter and knelt beside her, then gathered her into her arms and lifted her onto her lap. The girl rested her head on her mother’s shoulder without taking her eyes off Emiliano."He is your daddy, my love," Sara continued. Her voice trembled, and this time she did not try to suppress her emotions

16. A Daddy Hug

When Emiliano entered the bedroom, everything was in darkness. He stretched his hand along the wall until he found the light switch, and when he turned it on, he found a narrow room filled with toys and stuffed animals hanging from the walls, old and worn. There were posters of Spider-Man and also of Superman.The room was divided in two, with two small beds on each side. Mara’s was pink, with posters of superheroine characters and cheerful, colorful cartoons. Mael’s side was strange. Aside from the Spider-Man posters, there were a few superhero action figures, but otherwise it seemed rather simple and austere, as if the boy didn’t care much for decoration.The toys were perfectly arranged on a shelf next to the bed, unlike his sister’s toys, which were scattered all over her bed.The boy was lying face down, staring at the wall. Emiliano approached and sat on the edge of the bed. His hands trembled. He didn’t know how to act or what to say. Only a couple of days earlier he had learne

17. I Don’t Want to Know

Sara waited in the living room, very tense. She walked back and forth without knowing what was happening, but she tried to keep her composure so her daughter, Mara, wouldn’t notice her like that.The girl seemed happy with her toy. She moved the little bear in both directions, squeezed its tail so it hugged her, and then it returned to its original position. It was a lovely gift."It’s a daddy hug," the girl said, and Sara nodded."Yes, it’s a daddy hug."When Emiliano came out of the children’s bedroom, Sara felt her heart pounding. The man looked defeated, tired. There was a hint of fear in his expression, but also happiness."Mara, go to the room with your brother," she told her. The girl stood up and left."How did it go?"The businessman shrugged."Honestly, I don’t know. He didn’t want to accept my toy."He held it out to Sara."I imagine that when the shock wears off, he’ll want it. Could you give it to him for me?"She took the little car in her hands and nodded."He’s been a

18. An Opportunity

Sara felt a hard blow in her chest. She did not even understand why she had felt it. She knew Emiliano was married; she knew he now shared his life with his new wife. For a second she wondered how they had managed the legal side of things, since she and Emiliano were still married, but then she remembered the power and influence the man possessed. For him it would be very simple to bribe a judge to annul that marriage.The redhead’s green eyes settled on Sara. She looked her up and down with a strange expression on her face—it was not anger, but it was not exactly friendly either. Sara opened her mouth to answer, but Emiliano spoke first.“Of course you can come whenever you want, Lara,” he told his wife, visibly uncomfortable. “But could you call me first?”The woman crossed her arms.“Of course. I’ll call before coming from now on. Can we talk alone?” she asked, looking directly at her husband without even glancing at Sara, as if she were nothing more than a piece of furniture stand

19. Jealousy

Sara worked hard and relentlessly that morning and afternoon. She needed to present the collection quickly to the board of directors so it could be approved and its commercialization could begin. It was heavy work, but her tireless assistant made things easier for her. Bob was a cheerful old man, always smiling, willing and attentive. He knew what Sara needed even before she did—a needle, a thread, a piece of lace fabric to test how it would look over the cloth. He was an exceptional assistant, tireless and very patient, but also very perceptive.“I noticed you seem a little distracted today, Mrs. Sara,” the man commented.Sara shrugged. She tried to push the needle through the dress but ended up pricking the tip of her finger instead. A crimson drop of blood appeared on the pad of her finger, and Sara pressed it against her thumb to stop the tiny bleeding.“I’m fine, just a little stressed.”The fitting model they had there had been standing with her arms raised for about fifteen min

20. Harassers

Sara opened her mouth to answer, but not a single word came out. She turned to look for Emiliano to help her, but so many journalists had gathered around her that she couldn’t see him.“W-what… what questions?” she murmured.The journalist pushed the microphone almost into her mouth. Another dozen microphones appeared in front of her.Many questions rose at the same time, but only one was clear enough for Sara to understand.“How long have you been the new designer for Casa Monter?”“Well, I’ve only been working for Casa Monter for a few days…”“Why did they choose you? No one knows you. You’re not a popular designer, you’re not a haute couture designer. Casa Monter has always been known for impeccable designs. Who are you? Where did you come from?”Sara tilted her head.“Well, I did my interview, I presented my designs to the board of directors and they liked them. I’m working on the designs…” She cleared her throat. That interview was important for Casa Monter. They had not yet offi

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