Before The Divorce: My Ceo Husband Novels & Stories

He laughs out loud. “It sure does. You’re something else, Mrs.Cesar; you must keep your husband on his toes.” I peel my eyes off the Vegas landscape and turn to him, wondering if I should let him know I'm effectively single. It could be trouble, a little voice in my head whispers, but I ignore it and decide to tell him the truth. “I used to drive him crazy if that’s what you mean.” “Not at all. You’re straight forward it’s refreshing….wait, used to?” He furrows his brows. “Are you two going through a divorce?”

I slammed my finger on the button before she could say something else I didn’t go for his wearing six months ago, why would I care about the divorce? I wasn’t angry with him….I just didn’t want any reminder of what happened seven years ago. Before I could step away from the phone, a message came in. I would have looked away….I never bothered with things like this. But that name….that headline, it hit me like a truck. WHITMORE GROUP CEO ELIAS WHITMORE OFFICIALLY FILES FOR DIVORCE AGAINST WIFE, GENEVIEVE CARLYLE, AFTER SIX MONTHS OF MARRIAGE

"If you dare walk out that door, then you can forget about divorcing me for the rest of your life!" I didn't even look back. Heading to my workstation, I began packing up my belongings, all the while ignoring how my colleagues were avoiding my gaze. I knew what they were thinking—it was common for the wife to tear into the mistress, but to resign and humiliate the CEO in front of the entire company? I was the first. Upon stepping out of the company building, I had to squint my eyes at the bright sunlight. With the divorce filing documents weighing down my bag, I headed straight for the courthouse. Since Chandler refused to sign the agreement, it was time to bring the case to court.

“You're right. I'm sure if there was no official divorce certificate, Eva could have acted up. Until this very second I couldn't understand your father's thinking, dear. Oh, no. It's not that I don't respect him. You know, when he died, I was devastated too. I feel the same grief as you.” “I know.” I gently stroked Isadora's temple. “Tomorrow Gustav will return and hand over my divorce papers. Nothing can stand in the way of my wishes now.” However, instead of smiling again, Isadora's expression turned grim. Her eyes began to well up, and she chose to look down, keeping her hands clasped even though her shoulders began to tremble.

“You’re my wife, and I’m your boss. I’m not going to fire you, so stop worrying about that. I already told the manager that the two of us are meeting a client today.” She stared at him for a second, fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. “I never knew you were this sensible.” “I was sensible enough to marry a woman as beautiful as you.” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle. “Jemima Greyson, I’m proud to call you my wife.” The words scraped against every raw nerve she had. She exhaled sharply through her nose. “Who asked you if you’re proud or not? You just love ruining my morning. Actually, you love ruining my entire day.”

her mother asked. “Bruce and I are getting a divorce, Mom.” Finally, Sharon answered, holding her breath. “You’re getting a divorce?” her mother exclaimed in shock. But Sharon nodded, confirming that what she said was true. “But why, Sharon? Weren’t you deeply in love with each other? Your marriage has only lasted four months. Why suddenly say that you want a divorce? There must be something that caused all of this.” “Bruce’s parents want me to divorce him. They forced me to sign the divorce document. And Bruce doesn’t know,” Sharon explained.

He stood there, eyes cold and hard. "You really outdid yourself this time," he said, stepping closer. "Faking a miscarriage? Pathetic." I blinked, confused. Faking? I couldn't respond. "Don't look at me like that," he snapped, tossing papers onto the bedside table. "Sign these and stop wasting my time." Divorce papers. His signature was already on them. I couldn't breathe. I looked at him, hoping—stupidly—for some sign of the man I once loved. But there was nothing.

Although she seemed calm on the surface, no one knew the pain she had been carrying inside for so long. For an instant, Audrey didn't know what to say, so she silently put a bowl of porridge in front of her before speaking again. "It's okay Ash. I know everything would turn out well." Audrey continued "I had sent him the divorce agreement as you said back then. I don't know if he is married or not nowadays.." "That's why I want you to help me take care of Alex for the next few days. I need to find out more about him. If he has remarried or has a child, I won't disturb him anymore."

I'd said, acting like I didn't hear him. “What happened? Are you not coming home again?” He'd asked. I nodded and he giggled. “Daddy said you'll come back.” He'd said. Daddy said you'll come back. I'd sent out the divorce papers with my signature already on it. And it didn't take up to four hours before it was sent back to me with his signature on it. I stare at the white paper which looks as white as my knuckles. No hesitation. No second thoughts. No sign that this decision carried any weight for him at all.

At the end of the interview, Caleb was both emotionally and physically exhausted. "I temporarily stepped down as CEO in the Lockwood Enterprises so I could be physically involved in the search for my wife." He said, rubbing his hands against each other and tapping his left feet. “ And Rest assured,” he continued. “I will definitely find my wife wherever she is, and whoever is probably holding her against her will be severely punished.” “One more thing,” he said and deliberately let a few seconds pass, inciting the curiosity of all the reporters. The air was charged as they all waited, all the cameras focused on him and his face zooming in.