Ceo's Ex Wife Novels & Stories

They’d started digging deeper. One paparazzo claimed he’d found someone who had actually seen the real CEO’s wife—and that woman was not the one in the photo. According to this "insider," the CEO and his wife were already getting a divorce. The article painted the story like a tragic romance—how the woman in the photo was his long-lost first love, separated by circumstances, now finally reunited.

He advised me. I sighed. “She won’t listen to me. She’s changed. She doesn’t love me anymore.” “You should still try,” he insisted. “Go to her office and apologize, I heard Jonathan made her CEO.” He added. “My ex wife is a CEO?” I asked, stunned. “Yes. One of Jonathan’s companies.” He informed me and I sighed. When the call ended, I sat frozen, staring into space. Stella, the woman I once dismissed, the woman I refused to partner with, was now a CEO.

" I think I speak on behalf of the entire board of directors when I say you should step down as CEO Mr. Antonio Reyes." " No ...not possible. I and my Ex wife have sacrificed a lot for this company, I can't let that go down the drain." " Your Ex wife, Esmeralda. May her soul rest in perfect peace." It was funny how no one noticed that Isabel Cruz was Esmeralda but in a blonde dyed hair and a curvier body than when I married her. " She had put her entire life on the line for this company but you've done nothing but steal from us."

Yet I drew a slow breath and turned around. I said nothing as I reluctantly faced my ex-husband. He stared at me as if he saw a ghost, and I couldn't help but find his expression delightful. His looks seemed more polished than during our marriage, but it was only natural. He was now the mighty CEO of Welch Med Industries after all. By his side was Kathrine Lacroix-Welch, whose dress was more sparkling than a cheap Christmas decoration sprinkled with three tons of glitter. She too stared at me wide-eyed, but unlike her husband's shocked expression, hers was filled with anger.

He asked. “Ex-wife,” I quickly corrected. “And no, my ex-husband is not a celebrity,” I said, now also thinking towards the angle Dan was thinking. I never thought that I would find myself in the news. “Who is he, then?” Dan asked. “You know, when he sent an email to us instructing that we treated you with care because of your pregnancy, I honestly did not think that he was that much of a big deal,” Dan said. “He is the CEO of Vale,” I told Dan nonchalantly, because I do not care at all what position Syrus held or who he was; not anymore.

I brace. But then— "As most of you know," she begins, her voice louder now, practiced, like she’s delivering a boardroom speech, "I was never a good wife to my poor ex-husband." Wait. What? "A great CEO, yes. But balancing a billion-dollar company and family... I failed." The reporters erupt. Questions flood the space, flashes start again—but I don’t hear them. I just watch her. She’s performing now, too. But not to clean her image. To twist the knife.

"No way? Look at it yourself! The videos are all over the internet! The company's stock is plummeting because of you!" A chill ran down my spine as the same footage from my previous life played before my eyes. The comments were just as vicious. "Look at this CEO's wife go, screwing seven men at once. She's young and wild, alright." "There must be a reason she was so thirsty. Maybe her husband couldn't get it up?" "Judging from her loud moans, it doesn't look like seven men was enough to satisfy her. I can do better than them. I'll give it to her so good that she'll roll her eyes and can't even make a sound."

Just as Edward drove away, the news was fast-trending. ‘’Ex and husband working together’’ “ the past and present” “2 CEOs fighting for love, now where is the mistress?” Kelly swiped to the very last page, she had not been expecting such but the speculations were terrible. She held her phone so hard the screen was threatening to break.

Emily knew that, after all she had been part of the family for more than three years. He picked up the telephone and dialled his vice president's number, “Have someone clear out Ms. Stephen's entire space. Throw out everything or better still, burn them. I don't want to see anything about her. And after that, I'll need a new secretary, preferably one who would take her job seriously. Have I made myself clear?” He screamed at his aide, Joseph. “But, sir… “ “Don't you dare, don't you dare try to defend her. When she comes back from wherever she is, she can speak for herself. “

"Fuck! That woman …“ Which woman? ” “ Oh, the one from the photo with Vanessa. Secretary. Her name is Leona. No, it's not Leona ... Neo ... Naomi, or something. Now I remembered how I knew her. She's Parker's secretary! ”Theo exclaimed, slapping his forehead. "Vanessa knows the secretary from Parker's law firm, Jeff." "Are you saying your ex knows Parker's right hand?" "Which means Vanessa knows all the items in my father's will from the beginning. No wonder she's so stuck becoming a duchess! ”