Todos los capítulos de MY CEO, MY OBSESSION : Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Week thirty-one. Seven days until decision day.May 8th. One week exactly.I wake up to Damien already gone. A note on the pillow:"Had to handle some logistics for next week. Don't worry—nothing's wrong. I love you. See you tonight. -D"Logistics for the proposal. He's planning something.I text him: "You're being mysterious."His response: "You'll find out in seven days. Be patient."Me: "Patience isn't my strong suit."Damien: "I'm aware. Suffer through it anyway."Monday morning, work feels surreal.Everyone knows the proposal is coming. The office has an electric energy.Keisha corners me at lunch. "One week! How are you not vibrating out of your skin?""Who says I'm not?""Fair point. You've been jittery all morning.""I know the answer. I know I'm saying yes. But the anticipation is killing me.""That's normal. This is a huge moment.""It shouldn't be. We've basically been engaged for months.""Doesn't matter. Making it official changes things psychologically.""Does it?""For

Week thirty-two continues. Clara has been awake for three days.The physical therapist comes daily. Clara hates it."I'm a researcher, not an athlete," she grumbles, trying to lift her leg. "Why does everything have to hurt?""Because you broke half your bones," I say. "Movement helps healing.""Movement is torture."Marcus sits beside her bed, holding her hand through every painful session."You're doing great," he encourages."I'm doing terribly. Stop lying.""I'm not lying. You're alive. You're recovering. That's great."She softens. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just—frustrated.""You're allowed to be frustrated."The doctors say she'll need at least eight weeks of intensive physical therapy. Then months more of gradual recovery.Her wedding, planned for June, is postponed indefinitely."I don't even care about the wedding," she tells me Tuesday afternoon. "I just want to walk to the bathroom by myself.""You will. Give it time.""How are you doing? With everything?""I'm fine. Don't wo

Tuesday morning. 9 AM. Dr. Chen's office.I'm exhausted. Barely slept."Tell me what happened," she says.I explain everything. Clara's confession. The fight with Damien. Maggie's question about whether I'm running."And what did that question trigger for you?""Fear. That I'm like Clara. That I say I want commitment but deep down I'm terrified. That I'll always find reasons to run.""Have you found reasons to run recently?""No. But the proposal keeps getting postponed. Part of me wonders if I'm relieved.""Are you?"I sit with the question. Really sit with it."No. I'm disappointed each time. But I'm also—I'm also scared that when it does happen, I'll panic.""What would you panic about?""That I'm not ready. That we're moving too fast even though we've been together two years. That I'll lose myself in marriage.""Those are real fears. But Elena, you're not Clara. You've done years of work on these patterns. You know how to maintain your identity while partnering.""Do I? Or do I ju

Week thirty-six. Early June.Two weeks engaged and the reality of wedding planning hits.Clara, now out of the rehab facility and staying with Marcus, insists on helping."I need a project that isn't my own broken relationship," she says.We're at a café downtown. Me, Clara, Keisha, and Maggie.Wedding planning committee, apparently."October or November," I tell them. "Small. Thirty people max. Simple.""Define simple," Keisha says, pulling out a notebook."Not extravagant. Meaningful. Us.""Okay, but you still need basics. Venue. Catering. Photography. Flowers. Music.""That already sounds complicated.""It's a wedding, Elena. There's a baseline of complexity."Maggie chimes in. "What's your budget?""We haven't discussed that.""You need to. Weddings get expensive fast even small ones.""Damien has money—""It's your wedding too. You both need to agree on budget."Clara is making lists. "Venue first. Indoor or outdoor?""I don't know. What do you think?""I think you need opinions.

Week forty-two. Late June.The final investigation report is due today.I arrive at work early. Can't sit still. Can't focus.Keisha brings me coffee. "Whatever happens, we'll handle it.""What if they found something I missed?""They won't have. You're meticulous.""But what if—""Elena, stop. You've done nothing wrong. The evidence will prove that."At ten AM, James calls me into the boardroom.The entire board is present. The investigation team. Lawyers.My heart pounds."Elena, please sit," James says.I sit. Hands shaking.The lead investigator opens a folder."After four weeks of comprehensive review, we've completed our investigation into the anonymous complaint against Ms. Torres and the accelerator program."Everyone waits."Our findings are as follows: No evidence of financial misconduct. No evidence of favoritism in partner selection. All decisions were properly documented, merit-based, and approved through appropriate channels. The conflict-of-interest protocols regarding