After The Divorce, The Ceo Begged To Remarry Me Novels & Stories

After the meeting, I got into my car and reclined, plunging my head on the headrest. I closed my eyes, letting the tension of the meeting seep out of my head. And that was when my phone beeped. My eyes widened as I saw the headline NEWS: CEO Logan Michealson and M$M corporation founder has reportedly filed for a divorce from his wife, Vivian. I sucked in a deep breath, still finding it hard to believe. “Why is he divorcing Vivian?” I mumbled, shock etching my features “Where to, ma'am?” The chauffeur asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts.

There is a forced hush in the yard, Mum’s eyes is wide as saucers. “Daniel Flanagan, what is it about divorce you do not understand? We…” I point at him, then at myself, “are divorced. So because I am becoming a CEO, sorry, because I am now a CEO, you think you can gaslight and waltz your way back in with an insincere apology that you did not even give when I found you guilty?” I scoff, “Do you want me to tell them all what you did? With Cecelia, your ‘ordinary’ secretary?” I roll my eyes and whisper to him, “Or do you want me to tell them how you sent your wife into the hands of another man because of a business deal you were to wimpy to get for yourself?”

he clenched his fist. Anna was dumbfounded, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. “When I wanted to come back and try again, I heard you were already married—and now you divorced your husband. I am back for you, and I'm not letting you go again…” “Enough! Just swallow the remaining…” she gulped. She never knew the CEO who helped her achieve her company was in love with her, she took him as her only sibling, never did she notice the feelings she had for her. “Even if I had known that you had feelings for me, I wouldn't give in because I wasn't interested in marriage. My marriage with my ex–husband was arranged by my father, and now that I divorced him, I'm back to my single life—I have n

For three years, she hadn’t involved herself in the company at all, yet she still received generous dividends every quarter. It hadn’t bothered her before, but now she felt a little guilty. It was like taking money for doing nothing. Ethan just smiled and reached out his hand. “Welcome back to the company.” Autumn reached out and shook his hand. “Thanks. I’ll be counting on you.” Soon, their orders arrived. Ethan stirred his coffee slowly, then asked, “Autumn, I overheard you earlier—are you moving?” “Yeah.” Autumn took a sip of her juice. “I’m planning to get a divorce, so I’m finding a new place.”

"Tyrell Griffin!" I shrugged. Even if she looked good, it didn't matter. Beauty was just another kind of trap. The following days were simple. I spent money every single day, shopping until my hands hurt. If I didn't burn through her money now, I might never get the chance again. When the mandatory waiting period ended, I immediately dragged Victoria to finalize the divorce. Once the divorce certificate was in my hand and I confirmed the two billion dollars had arrived, I turned to Victoria with a grin. "Thanks for the money, ex-wife. Hope you two have a happy life and a house full of kids."

, he asked just as she forcefully removed his hand from her waist. “Umm, it’s because... I was...", he stammered and broke down in tears again. “I don’t know what they wanted! All my life since I started stripping I've never had an outside affair with anyone, not because nobody is coming after me or whatever but because I have a responsibility. I have a three-year-old daughter without a father, but I am happy to at least be there for her anytime and the day she wants," she explained and wiped out the mucus running down from her nose.

As long as Susan will be kicked out of the company, then it will work on his favor. “Mr. finance manager, you have separated from your wife. Did you see us pointing that out to you? several of us here are going through similar marital issues but did it affect our work at the company? Our new CEO is only but a human being and her personal life must not be used against her.” “Instead of us wishing her a quick recovery and sending her flowers, we are here listening to these fools. Comrades, let us go back to work. we have to help our new CEO manage this company well.”

People began saying he built the empire. It never bothered her, because she believed what was hers was his and what was his was hers. That was the marriage she thought she had signed up for. She opened the folder, the wording was clean and polished. It stated that due to “ongoing health conditions,” She would voluntarily step down from operational authority. It transferred key patents to a subsidiary under Adrian’s direct control. It framed the divorce as mutual and respectful. It was legally flawless and emotionally empty. “Does he think I cannot recover?” Sabrina asked quietly.

I said before I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back against my seat. Tyrell quickly opened the envelope and looked shocked the moment he realised that it was the divorce papers that I had personally asked my lawyer to draw up this past month. “You want a divorce? Under what circumstances?” Tyrell asked, with his tone a little more louder than before. I stood up from my seat and looked down at both father and son who looked equally surprised. “Well as you already know, my father has recently made me the CEO of his company which means I no longer need to stay in this fake marriage or this house for any longer then I have done so already” I said nice and clearly.

My head’s too fucked up, and I’ve got a meeting in an hour that I can’t blow off. But as I’m adjusting my tie, that gnawing feeling creeps back in—the one that’s been there ever since she walked out. I thought she’d come back. I thought... fuck, I don’t know what I thought. That our bond would be enough to hold her? That she’d realize how important this was? Instead, she’s gone. She left me. And now, I’m staring down the barrel of a divorce I didn’t see coming. I head downstairs, the smell of coffee hitting me as I enter the kitchen. My mother’s already there, sitting at the counter, looking at something on her tablet.