Breaking The Silence: Leaving Her Ceo Husband Novels & Stories

However, now a strange silence stretched between them, sticky and thick, like a heavy curtain. "So?" Theo was the first to break the silence. "So what?" Josephine replied, smiling nervously. She put the salt on the table and began to intertwine her fingers in her lap. "I didn't want this to happen." This was the only thing she wanted Theo to know. The only reason he turned to her agency was to find him a wife under a one-year contract, not one that would make his life miserable and stay with him forever. That's exactly what she did. Even if their marriage ends in a year, the child will forever remain a bond between the two of them. "You already said that."

She never told Leonardo a word. Because she wasn’t just chasing childhood love—she wanted closure, and she wanted to prove to her parents that she hadn’t made a mistake. But now… she wasn’t sure anymore. Leonardo never knew any of her silent sacrifices. Just as Lucia pulled herself from her thoughts, Leonardo walked up to her. “You’re still awake?” She didn’t answer. She only gave a small nod. When pain reaches its limit, silence is all that remains. Lorenza entered the dining room at that moment.

Now, she seems a showcase exposing its forbidden fragility. Her laptop is open on her knees. The screen glows, casting a bluish light on her perfect, impassive features. She is typing. A dry, rapid, professional click-click. She could be drafting a contract, answering emails, planning our next social reception. Nothing in her posture betrays that three days ago, her husband executed his mistress before her eyes. She does not look up. I do not exist. I am a piece of furniture, a draft. Nothing. Something breaks inside me. A final dam of patience, perhaps. Or simply this fatigue that makes one reckless. I no longer want this silence. I want an impact. Even if it's against a wall.

It’s the only thing keeping me from screaming. I turned on the TV just to hear a voice, any voice that wasn’t the one in my head running in terrible circles. The screen glowed to life. And there he was. My husband. Sitting where Clara Finch used to sit, in that big leather chair that swallows people up. But Daniel isn’t swallowed. He looks like he was made for it. The new CEO of Finch Holdings. My breath stuck in my throat. What now? He was mid-sentence, his face arranged into lines of regret. “…the lies must end today,” he said. His voice was so steady. So sure.

Amy burst through the cabin door with a loud bang, startling Mr. Silvester immediately looked up from his desk. His secretary stood behind Amy, her face flushed and her hands wringing nervously, unable to stop Amy from intruding into the CEO's office. With a wave, Mr Silvester signalled for his secretary to leave them alone. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two of them in the room. Mr. Silvester calmly gazed at Amy's angry face. She stood there, her fists clenched at her sides, her eyes blazing with fury. “How could you do this?” she shouted, her voice echoing in the spacious office. “You just broke off the merger without any warning

A small smile crept up Cecilia’s face as she toned down her next words “If word gets out that you are divorced, you will have to kiss your position as the CEO of this firm. It will be handed to some undeserving human as your brother has made no effort to fulfill the conditions and settle down, and then, woe would be our fate because our hard-earned family heirloom would be ripped away from us.” Damian leaned back in his seat, never been so convinced that his mother was slowly going insane.

One after the other, they took their leave until I was the only one left in my office. Reclining against my table, I used my fingers to trace the corners of my name plaque, my smile growing even wider. Nine months ago, I was the wife of Caruso Milton. Fast forward to nine months later, I was the heiress of Nexus Corporation, one out of the three largest cologmerate in the country. Pushing my hair behind my ear, I plopped on my chair, a low sigh escaping from my lips as I turned on the TV. The headlines caught my attention, so I decided to keep watching until it came to full display once more.

I went into my room to sink into deep thought. I woke up at 8 'o clock then checked Enzo's room. He is still sleeping. I decided to make breakfast. I made toast with scrambled egg and latte. I went to his room and wake him up from his deep slumber. He eyed me with his sleepy eyes and I gave him my cheeky smile but he ignored me . Enzo, I called him. I made breakfast for you. Let's eat , he followed me . We sat on kitchen counter and start to eat. "You married me without telling your secret but you loved me yet tortured me as well. But now I am your wife, I am not going to snatch Melinda my husband from me as her CEO . You played with me in past days though I fight for us in our present becau

“Anyway, it is so hard to break a habit. When I am stressed and tired from work, I always come to this place. So, yeah… my feet just walk on their own.” “But you look like you are in a good mood. Something happened?” “Something happened. My husband and I are finally divorced.” The expensive wine glass slipped from Geoffrey’s hands. Thankfully, before the glass hit the floor, Geoffrey caught it. He did not look at Adira with widened eyes or opened mouth. His expression is nonchalant, mainly because he already heard the word from her before. But his actions speak louder than the fake calm mask on his face. “Aren’t you going to congratulate me?” Adira asked with a smile.

Because of my husband because she has her eyes set on him? I scoff and help Zahir. “Thank you,” I hear him say but I do not answer him. Seeing that we are busy with each other, she leaves. I watch how she stops her foot as she leaves. I sigh. “Have you seen?” I mutter, peering up at Zahir. The drama is over and we do not have that unnecessary attention once again upon us. “Can I fire her?” He murmurs, voice slipping right into my ear. “I have no reason. Nor she has done anything directly.”