Ceo's Regret After I Divorced Novels & Stories

Switching off the TV, I scrubbed my hand over my face, as I mulled over the shocking news. However, rather than feeling betrayed, I was immensely impressed by how well Jocelyn managed to execute her plans. So this was the reason why her line had been out of service. I should have known something like this would happen when she signified an interest in doing a business venture with my company, five years after our divorce. Exhaling a huge sigh, I placed a call to Rafael who answered almost instantly. “Hello, sir.” “So Jocelyn is the new CEO of my company,” I said.

Gregory's voice grew husky as he continued, "I've lived nearly 30 years without ever regretting a single decision. I always believed that every choice I made was the right one, but…" Anathea could sense what he was about to say next. Maybe it was the alcohol on his breath or the heat from his body, but a dull ache started pulsing in her temples. Gregory lowered his head, resting his chin against her neck. Anathea felt his warm breath slip beneath her collar as he murmured, "I regret it." Her heart skipped a beat, then stumbled into an unsteady rhythm, faltering in her chest. Gregory continued, "I regret letting you go. I never wanted to trap you, but I do regret signing those divorce papers.

She was clearly furious with herself. But after a brief wave of regret, a strange calm settled over me. There was no hiding amnesia. Someone as sharp as Julian would’ve figured it out sooner or later. I just hadn’t expected him to see through it so quickly. I steadied myself and said, “From now on, don’t talk to him either. We’ll wait for the hearing.” Dolly nodded. I looked down at my foot in its cast and let out a long, weary sigh. This path to divorce was a hundred times harder than I ever imagined.

I just needed to be out of their sight, to calm the anger I felt within me. Every other person would think that I was going to step out and never return. But that was far from it! I couldn't just leave my marriage in that manner. To think that we were just newly married. What is the whole world going to say about us? That we got married barely a few weeks ago, and now, we're separated? I didn't want that for myself. At the same time, I knew exactly what I had signed up for. I was equally up to the task.

The meeting was a brief and good one, we talked more about our product which is inaugurating greatly to the society. The company asked for the permission to also create a product similar to this and we gave our agreement by signing on a document. The meeting was finally over, Zora was having a brief discussion privately with the CEO of the company. I also wanted to talk to her so I sat in my car waiting for her to leave the company. I got an urgent call from the office and I couldn't wait any longer so I had to go. After work, I came back home and discussed the divorce with my lawyer.

“What do I have to do to convince you that the past won’t repeat itself? We have kids now, and everything has changed. I wouldn’t put them through something like that.” She was silent. “I know you have every right to say you don’t trust me or you’re scared of giving me a second chance, but please, don’t let my past mistakes define what we could have now.” “Why do you keep on fighting for me? Even when I am with other men? Why haven’t you given up on me after so many years?” That was an easy question. “I tried to date other people, but I always looked for you in them. I fumbled badly and the divorce was the biggest regret of my life. You’re so special Valerie and I can’t see myself with anyon

I said finally, my voice cracked, and Simone immediately perched next to me, her hand resting on my knee. “Oh boy, if that dawg hurt you Imma….” “Simone, I was the one that fucked up.” I said, trying to hold in the tears. “What happened?” She asked with a frown on her face. I hesitated, saying it out loud felt like tearing the wound open, all over again. “He….he asked for a divorce.” “What?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Noah? Divorce? Are you serious?” I nodded and the dam finally broke, the tears came, hot and relentless. As I poured out the entire story, the kiss, the confrontations, my apologies and finally his devastating words.

Handed him a note of a dollar, insulted him, and left. I didn’t think I’d see him again. Days later, at a company announcement that they are expecting a new owner of the office not for us to dress up and wait for him but he didn’t show up. Then the day I decided to go and sign divorce papers with my ex-husband he appeared in the office and I was not present he had to send for me not for me to go inside and it was Him! The guy from that night is now my CEO I have been through hell!!!.

Regret was a useless emotion. I knew that better than anyone. Regret changed nothing. It didn’t rewrite history. It didn’t fix damage. But standing there alone in the dim light of my office, I realized something terrifying. For the first time in years… I regretted something deeply. Not a business decision. Not a failed negotiation. Not an investment. Ciara. Losing her. Hurting her. And possibly losing seven years with my own son because I was too blind to see the truth back then.

I seized the moment and interjected, "Think over the divorce. I only want what I'm owed—thirty percent of the company's shares and dividends." "In your dreams!" Susan slapped the table. "You're a worthless bum who does nothing but waste time, and you still want a share of the profits? Keep dreaming! Fine, you can have your divorce, but don't even think about touching the company!" With that, she quickly signed my resignation, threw it in my face, and said, "Get out!" I clenched my fists. "Susan, don't regret this." "Regret? You should worry about your future. You're too old to start from scratch!"