Ceo's Regret After I Divorced Novels & Stories

I gripped the door frame for balance as I stared at him. He grabbed my collar in one swift move, shoving me forcefully against the frame. His hateful glare locked onto mine. “Two years ago, when the company was on the brink of bankruptcy, you forced me to sign the divorce papers. “I thought you’d be living well by now. I never expected to see you reduced to signing contracts over a few drinks.” He leaned in closer, his voice low and filled with venom. “Look at me now—I’m Matthew Anderson the CEO. My company didn’t go bankrupt; it went public. Do you regret leaving me behind to clean up that mess?”

It felt like a terrible nightmare, her worst fear coming to life. "I've kept a divorce paper at home in my drawer. Sign it, and leave my life." Those harsh words repeated in her ears and she just stood there like he was speaking another language. "Let's go, mother. Don't waste your strength on her." Brad said before Maria could say anything else. Her voice sounded croak in her throat but she let it out anyway. "Why? What did I do wrong?"

"Leave the company problems, there. You think it was easy for me, when I was CEO? No, it almost cost me, your mother. I took it out on her, and she was pregnant with you." "You didn't hit her?" "No, but I was always angry, barely made time for her. Do you really want Savannah, out of your life?" "No, I want her and Violet in it." I wiped my tears. "I want them back. I want them more than I ever wanted wanted be, CEO. I want my wife back and make things right." "Give her a few days, then go get your wife and let her know, that you love her and her daughter. You'll find the right words, when you have her in front of you."

Her memories are slowly coming back and I'm sure that she won't be any different like she used to be, and truthfully, I'm not prepared. I just want to be at peace with everything else in my life and work on getting Hector ones and for all. "You are right Warren, I need to let her go. I've given her the divorce papers and in letting her family have the company. I'm done, before this brings me anymore problems I'm done." It wasn't what I wanted, every words that left my lips were all lies. I was lying to myself and Warren. I regret signing the divorce papers, I regret telling her to go away from the hospital and mostly I regret not being able to spend time with her like I truly want to.

"I'll make the arrangements right away." As he left, I found myself staring at my reflection in the window. When had this happened? When had a business arrangement become something I couldn't compartmentalize? Something I couldn't control? The realization had struck during a merger negotiation yesterday. The CEO had mentioned his recent divorce, lamenting, "Work is the only reliable mistress." The other men had laughed, nodding in agreement. I'd opened my mouth to agree - then stopped. Because suddenly, with perfect clarity, I knew I didn't want that sterile existence anymore.

I wasn't looking to spare anyone with how much of a horrible mood I'd been in for the past few days—hell, more like a little over a month at this point. My heart was torn to pieces with the loss of my child and the divorce. I didn't want to remarry! I didn't want to claim a child I had no recollection of even conceiving! No one was taking my thoughts and feelings into consideration, which pissed me off even more! I'm considered one of the wealthiest CEOs in this region. So why in the hell was I being coerced into doing things I didn't want to do? No one in this damn company or even my own family thought about what it was that I wanted, or what made me happy. It was ALWAYS about what was in t

My father had always hoped that Chris would step in, but his partying ways had him dropping out of college to live on his trust fund and drink away most of his nights. “I didn’t want to jinx anything until I’d solidified the contract,” he waved a set of papers in the air. “Congratulations on your new CEO position Mr. Pierce.” “We should celebrate,” his lips pulled into a smile as he stared at me, awaiting an answer. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I’ve got much to celebrate,” it was my turn to hold up my papers. The thick lettering that spelled divorce on the front made the familiar ache grow in my chest.

I break our contact take a seat on her unfamiliar couch and feel my lips quiver. “He wants a divorce,” I say the words, not to Cindy but more to myself, coming to a realization. “That prick! After all you did for him? Really? A divorce?” Cindy fumes. I don’t say anything because I’m afraid my words might turn to tears, so I just listen to Cindy curse Arthur.

he didn't even wait for him to finish when he threw the phone across the room shattering it into pieces. Zane and Ian exchanged a look but kept quiet. “Where the hell is my wife?” Ethan asked in defeat. Burying his face into his hands. “Ex-wife. She divorced you remember?” Zane leaned back. He hated to see his friend in pain, but after warning him countless times to stay away from Zoe, Zane couldn’t help but rub it in his face that he could have avoided all this if only he listened. Ethan looked up with bloodshot eyes, “It takes two to divorce and I’d rather die than sign those fucking papers!”

Seeing his panic, Jessica let out a cold snort. “You had an accident and didn’t tell me—how can I feel at ease like that?” What she truly wanted was for Chris to tell her everything. But Chris stubbornly refused to open up. “Jessica, legally speaking, we’re divorced. I can make my own decisions.” In truth, the moment Chris said that, hr regretted it. The atmosphere had been good, and he shouldn’t have brought up the divorce to upset Jessica.