Before The Divorce: My Ceo Husband Novels & Stories

He was sharp, even at eighty. I hadn’t told him about the divorce. I hadn’t told him anything. Because deep down, I knew what it would do to him. He adored her. To him, Elisha wasn’t just my wife—she was family. And I knew if he found out she wanted out, it wouldn’t just disappoint him. It would break him. “Did something happen?” he asked suddenly, voice mild. My body tensed. I shot a quick glance at her. She was smiling. Smooth. Unbothered.

"What's wrong with what I'm saying? It's the truth! Thank goodness you two had a prenup made before the wedding. Otherwise, it would've been a nightmare sorting out your assets in the divorce." Roxy let out a soft sigh before looking at Ashton. "As long as you're willing to sign this divorce agreement, you can ask for anything you want, apart from custody of Celia. As long as it's within my ability, I'll do my best to satisfy your demands. "I just hope we can end things on a good note. In the future… maybe we can even remain friends." "What on earth are you saying, Roxy!" Renee exclaimed, fretting so anxiously that she even teared up. "Have you forgotten it was Ashton who gave you the startu

she sneered, turning to Vanessa and offering her a reassuring smile. Ashley sat there on the ground, feeling the sting of Beatrice words cut through her like a knife. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Instead, she sat there like an outcast, unwanted in her own husband’s home… in the house she had once tried so hard to belong to. “Are you sure about this son?” Victor’s calm voice broke through the tension as his eyes fell on the divorce papers lying on the ground. He was Caleb’s father, a business man with years of experience in the family business. “Are you sure you really want to end this marriage?”

Then, he finally lost his temper and shouted after me, "Grace! Where the hell are you going to go after divorcing me? Back to your parents? Don't forget, you cut ties with them years ago! "Get back here! I never agreed to a damn divorce!" I ignored him, got in my car, and drove straight to the office. After clearing my desk, I marched to HR and handed in my resignation. "Mrs. Grant, are you sure about this?" Daisy Newell, the HR manager, took one look at my expression and guessed what was happening. Her grip tightened on the form as she hesitated. "Yes," I replied. I understood her hesitation. Everyone knew I was the CEO's wife even if I'd always kept work and personal life separate.

"After mutual consultation, both parties voluntarily agree to divorce and hereby establish the following terms…" "Spouse 1 (Wife): Beatrice Thorne" "Spouse 2 (Husband): Cedric Bainbridge" "So… you really wanted to leave me, huh?" Beatrice muttered under her breath. She forced out a bitter chuckle, her eyes glowing with unshed tears. Though divorce had crossed her mind countless times, she never expected that I would be the one to take the first step. To make it even more unbearable, she was the one who couldn't let go.

"I want a divorce! I am now the CEO of the Thompson Group of Companies- the master of the Thompsons. My father can no longer control me. I am done with your selfishness!" Evan Thompson, her husband, towered over her as he yelled. "I thought I knew you. I thought you would change, but I was wrong to think that you deserved a chance!" "Evan, please," Shantelle's words broke in and out. This wasn't the first time her husband had brought up the divorce in the past few months, but now he had the divorce papers in his hand.

He dropped my hand, his broad shoulders squaring as if I was nothing more than a nuisance. “But… you should know this isn't the type of thing I'd do.” I muttered, my voice cracking. I already knew no one would believe me. If Dale didn’t… then who else would? My husband didn’t believe me. Still, I decided to give it one last try. “Please believe me.” “Sign it.” He said more firmly, retrieving the divorce papers from the suitcase and handing them to me. “Or go to jail.” “Bu—” “I'm already tired of this marriage as it is. I've gotten my CEO position so you're not needed anymore.”

I grabbed my box and shoved past him with defiance. “You dare not walk away from me,” Hayes threatened from behind me, his loud shout bringing me to a halt. This man still thinks he is speaking to the old Hannah. I laughed. Then slowly, like a Greek warrior standing before inferior soldiers, I faced him. My eyes, scorching red. “Dear husband,” I said, ignoring his former statement like I didn’t hear it. “I want a divorce.”

Everyone was there except for Celine. “I have gathered you all today concerning my wife. Yes, I am married to Celine, who is the head of a team in this company. You all know Celine—she’s a go-getter, an intelligent lady. I did not marry her because she seduced me; matter of fact, I feel insulted that you all think of me as a man who is easily swayed by a lady. Celine was long divorced before she and I got together, and she got promoted before I even knew of her existence. Yes, one month to you all might seem like a small timespan between her divorce and my marriage to her, but to me, it’s the longest one month of my life. She is my everything, and I love her.”

"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."