Ceo's Hidden Wife The Memories We Keep Novels & Stories

“Ex-husband, we already signed the divorce!” “Oh, that's right, it's been so little time, I had forgotten...” She laughed cynically, sizing me up. “And you must be the secretary with whom my husband has been indulging on his trips.” Despite the casual tone, it was clear this woman knew about us and was not ashamed to expose it in front of our new partners. I frowned, ready to respond, when the CEO stepped forward, irritated. “Show some respect to my secretary, Heloise!”Patrick's thunderous tone made everyone flinch. “May I know what you're doing here with my partners?”

--- Her phone buzzed on the bedside table. They both looked at it. Reality, arriving on schedule. --- Cathy reached for it. Three news alerts. Her stomach dropped. Of course. Daniel choosing his wife publicly wasn’t private information. It was spectacle. --- She opened the first article. CEO Reunites With Estranged Wife After Dramatic Office Confrontation. There was a photo. Her hand in his shirt. His mouth on hers. Claiming. --- Heat crawled up her neck. “I didn’t know anyone filmed,” she whispered.

“Can I see you for a moment?” His tone was calm. Too calm. I nodded and followed him from the room, down the hall. He closed the door behind us when we reached his office. “What’s going on?” I asked. He turned his laptop around. On the screen was a news article, bold headline flashing at the top: “Warner Industries CEO’s Secret Husband? The Contract Marriage Everyone’s Talking About.” My stomach dropped. From screenshots to photos of us at the award ceremony, there were a dozen different captions that could have turned my face bright red.

“Sir—” “I said turn it off!” She didn’t. Photos of me flashed across the screen, stepping out of a car. Selene — beside me, her hand brushing mine, me leaving a restaurant weeks ago with her. Her hand on my arm. And the voiceover made it worse. “The CEO of Voss Enterprises is now at the center of a growing scandal, following allegations from a model who requests to be kept anonymous claiming to be pregnant with his child. “What’s more shocking are reports of a previous secret marriage, hidden from both the public and investors, allegedly tied to the mysterious disappearance of his former wife, whose identity is still unknown except for a single name, Ava.”

Sophia practically gritted her teeth as she squeezed those words out. "But do you know that the assistant you're holding onto is a married man? Wouldn't his wife be upset seeing you clinging to him like this?" Celeste feigned surprise, then said with a smile. "Of course, I know who his soon-to-be ex-wife is! If it weren't for the company's arrangements today, he wouldn't even be here. If you ask me, Ms. Monroe, you should be thanking me for bringing him!" Celeste knew exactly how to get under Sophia's skin.

her father asked softly. Joyce left the office annoyed. Zack just shook his head and continued what he had been doing. Emily saw that her daughter left her husband's office angrily so she entered it as well. Zack felt his wife enter but he didn't look at her and continued typing on the laptop. "You planned to make peace with the Dela Vegas. Why didn't you tell me?" "It was also sudden when the Dela Vegas asked me if I wanted to merge with them. I agreed and that was the only exchange, to marry their son to one of my daughters," he answered while continuing to work.

After returning to the crowd, he looked down at Elinor's mobile phone in his hand. The last time he was in the office, he accidentally saw Elinor's unlock password, which should not be changed in such a short time. He successfully unlocked the password, flipped to the address book and quickly browsed through it, and then locked his eyes on the name "Henra Keil". This Henra Keil is the president of Keil Industrial, and she is also a powerful woman who can call the wind and rain in the real estate industry in Mirian. He didn't expect that this woman is also Elinor's fish.

He got into the car they had arrived in and told his driver the address of the place where Sara worked. When he arrived, he stood in front of the receptionist and looked at her fiercely. "Sara Fansheri. Where is she?" The woman looked at him with wide eyes. "I’m sorry, but I can’t give out information about our employees." "Oh, you will give it to me. My name is Emiliano Monter, CEO of Casa Monter, and you’re going to tell me where I can find my wife—or this place will face the consequences."

A stone formed in the pit of my stomach, weighing me down. "I won't provoke him, Todd. I know the risks. She is my wife, and I'm getting her back. Now get me the intel I need." I growled out, cutting the call as the traffic started to clear and I was getting closer and closer to home. I finally parked the car in the underground lot. Memories of Stephanie exiting the car, her devious smile as I claimed her lips against my favorite sports car. How she screamed for me pressed up against my Rolls-Royce. The elevator came, misting into new memories—the way she bit her full lip, those uncertain eyes when she came to my penthouse for the first time, how I always knew she would be mine.

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag