All Chapters of My Cheating CEO Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Catherine POV “Congratulations on your third marriage anniversary, Mrs. Moretti.”The voice cheered as I forced out a polite smile, my hand clutched tightly against the stem of my glass. My gaze swept past the speaking guest to the massive hall bathed in black and gold decor that screamed luxury.With the Morettis, it was always the best. New York’s richest CEO, old money, high class, and absolute power.I forced out an even wider smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Willison.”She grinned, then her gaze flicked to the empty space beside me. “I haven't seen Mr. Moretti yet. Don't tell me your husband is working during your anniversary?”The surrounding guests shifted their eyes toward me, eagerly awaiting my reaction sadness, helplessness, fear. They expected me to show how this hurt.I didn't give them the satisfaction.“He got held up,” I said, my gaze dropping to the wine that glistened under the golden chandeliers.“Oh,” she mouthed.Just when I thought I could slip away, the large double doo

CATHERINE POV Consciousness slowly seeped back in, the low, frequent robotic beat of a machine thudding through the void. I fluttered my lashes open, wincing as the light bit my irises.I blinked, adjusting to the contrast of the room. My gaze stared at the ceiling. I tried to reach up, but pain coursed through my body and stopped me. I inhaled through the oxygen mask. My body was weak, too weak lift my body.I tried to think, to remember how I got here, in a hospital?Slowly, then with brute force, the memories slammed in. Images of him, of my Dom in another woman's arms. The way I cried my lungs out in the car, and then the accident, the way I called and begged him, all to be cut off and told to die... I could still recall the horrifying impact, the glass sticking into my skin, the distorted voices that spoke before darkness claimed me.I clenched my hand; my lips parted, yet no words came out.You almost died, he doesn't deserve you, you can't keep doing this.I nodded, tears blur

DOMINIC POV "It has been five years, Dominic! Five fucking years! Catherine is dead, when will you stop this? Fucking look at you!"He yelled so loud I was almost certain all of New York could hear him. I stared at him with hollow, dead eyes. Lines of worry had aged him drastically.The once-mighty Richard Moretti was losing his mind in my office. Normally, I would have barked right back and put him in his place, but I didn't care. I didn't have the will to."Dominic! Catherine is dead! For four fucking years, let it go! Heal! Look at you, you’ve lost weight, you’re gaunt, you look like a cold corpse. You look dead!" my father roared harder.Because I was.The day she died, I died right alongside her. The moment the news of her death reached me, every single living cell in me surrendered.I didn't just lose my Catherine, I lost myself. I lost the will to live.He didn't know how many times I had stood in front of the mirror with a gun pressed to my head, coming so close to pulling th

DOMINIC POV My voice died mid-sentence.The crowd didn't notice but polite applause still rippled through the hall, waiting for me to finish the line I'd already forgotten. But I wasn't seeing them anymore. I was seeing her. A flash of dark hair, a familiar tilt of the chin, blue eyes locking onto mine from across a sea of strangers before she vanished through the exit doors.It couldn't be her.I forced my mouth to move, forced the rest of the speech out in a voice that didn't sound like mine. The words came out hollow that nobody in that room noticed. Nobody noticed that the untouchable Dominic Moretti had just seen a ghost.I finished and shook the hands I was supposed to shake. I let Zyan clap me on the back and laugh about something I didn't hear. And the whole time, my eyes kept drifting toward those doors, waiting for a rational explanation to walk back through them but none cameThe second I could excuse myself without drawing attention, I did.I moved through the crowd slowe

CATHERINE POV The morning light poured through my bedroom windows, the indifferent rays shone through it. I got out of bed and the whole world hadn't tilted sideways before I could get my bearings for the morning. I stood up and got to work immediately as I sat behind my desk with a cup of coffee going cold at my elbow, a stack of emails untouched in front of me, my eyes fixed on nothing at all. My reflection stared back faintly in the darkened computer screen, a woman wearing sleep deprived eyes from yesterday's fear like a second skin.Every time I blinked, I saw it again. His eyes found mine across that crowded hall. The noise of a hundred voices had simply vanished the second our gazes locked, like the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of us and five years of silence stretched thin between us. Five years, and one look had undone everything I thought I'd survived.“Get yourself together, Catherine. I said to myself, calling myself from the abyss of my own thoughts almo