Before The Divorce: My Ceo Husband Novels & Stories

he picked up a spatula, turning toward the stove where I now noticed eggs cooking, "—if you'd seen the state I was in when Giuseppe found me after my divorce, you wouldn't be so hard on yourself about one night of too much wine." The casual revelation—that he'd been married, divorced, vulnerable—caught me off guard. "You were married?" "Briefly." He flipped the eggs with practiced ease. "Long enough to learn some expensive lessons about trust." I wasn't sure how to respond to this glimpse into his personal life. It humanized him in a way that made me uncomfortable—easier to keep my distance when he was just the perfect, untouchable CEO. "Hungry?" he asked, changing the subject as he slid egg

"Honestly, I still can't believe that the CEO married the tycoon's daughter after publicly divorcing his wife." My body froze. Rosalie immediately nodded. "I was so shocked when I read it that I had to show everyone." "And his ex-wife was in such a terrible condition when he divorced her," Vivienne added sadly. Nova shook her head. "He's heartless. And his mistress isn't any better." Every word hit me like a hammer. Slowly, I turned toward them. Jasmine and Isabella noticed the change in my expression immediately. Then I asked quietly, "Which CEO are you talking about?"

“No, it’s true… Really! I’m sure you’ve managed to get yourself a very good-looking husband. Let me guess, a CEO?” He was kidding, but hitting close to home made me frown as I remembered Elijah. “Good-looking, yes. CEO, yes. But husband? Not anymore.” “Oh.” His expression changed immediately. “I’m sorry to hear that.” “You know, it's been a rough few months,” I began tentatively, twiddling my thumbs in my lap. “I'm actually going through a divorce, and my family... they keep asking for money from my ex-husband, which just complicates things even more.”

He had never been so humiliated after he had become the CEO of a listed company, especially not by his wife's assistant. He straightened and said forcefully, "How dare you speak to me like that? I'm your boss' husband!" It didn't take long for him to accept my new identity. He didn't even seem angry that I'd kept it a secret. Instead, he tried to flatter me. "This is all a misunderstanding, darling. I'll explain everything when we get home. Don't be angry. I absolutely won't agree to a divorce."

"Isn't that Ms. Adams, our boss' wife? She's our company's deputy CEO. Mr. Lloyd cherishes and dotes on her endlessly. There's no way he'll make her do dirty and tiring work like cleaning." My heart sank. Before we got married, my parents funded and founded this company for me. However, Henry said he wanted to prove that he wasn't someone who was after my money. To boost his ego, I decided to step back and let Henry take over as the company's CEO. I never imagined that Henry would make his mistress the second in command in my company ten years later. In that case, I should really kick this shameless couple out of the company. Cole whispered to me, "We already have video recordings as evidenc

I did not even blink before signing my name and tossing it to Rebecca. "Great, I'm done with this marriage, too. Sign it! Let's end this now." Rebecca froze for a second at the sight of the divorce papers, then shot back in disbelief. "You... You'd really go through with this divorce?" I smirked. "Why wouldn't I? What's with the overconfidence?" She stuttered in response. "We've been married for five years, and I'm the CEO of Harris Group, worth billions. Where will you find someone like me after we split?" she asked, still boasting.

“Today? Are you seriously unaware of how your scandals have dragged the company through the mud? Ask the shareholders. Do you think any of them still want you as CEO?” Jeremy’s face stiffened. I’d hit a sore spot, and he couldn’t respond. I continued, “Do you really believe you held the company up all on your own? You have no idea how many people my father left behind to help you.” “And this is how you repay me?” I snapped. Before Jeremy could answer, the judge interrupted us, and the final ruling was given. We were officially divorced, and the assets were split according to our prenuptial agreement, which meant Jeremy would be walking away with nothing.

Although I could have chosen to relocate, I knew Natalie would accept it, but my father wouldn't. Chris had been asking for the CEO position, and now that I was back, I had to hold the conference meeting and announce to them that I was still the CEO of H.W. Global. I went into my wife's room and found her on her bed, sobbing. "Babe," I said as I walked up to her, and she continued to cry. "Frank, let's get a divorce," she said, and my eyes narrowed at her. "We won't get a divorce, and I don't know why you're crying over this. You will get pregnant, okay? Just calm down," I comforted her, sitting beside her on the bed and hugging her close.

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.

"Then, let's get divorced." Irene, who'd been so sure that I'd drop to my knees begging for forgiveness in a wink, was gobsmacked. She stared at me incredulously, her voice shaking as she said, "W-What did you just say?" I answered nonchalantly with a smile. "Let's get divorced. You're the company's CEO. Surely you're not some love-struck fool who'd keep clinging to me and purposely making things difficult for yourself, are you?" Then, I brought out the divorce papers from my bag.