Ceo's Regret After I Divorced Novels & Stories

"Dad, Mom and Patrick are actually in love. You've been standing in their way for over 20 years. Don't you feel any shame? You've got nothing left to give us anyway. He's the only one who can give us a better life. "And just getting divorced isn't enough either. Patrick needs to know you've moved on, so you need to remarry. "Dad, do this for me and Connor. Once Patrick's happy, he'll actually be good to us." After I finish paying for my children's weddings and clear the mortgage, my wife brings her wealthy lover home. The whole family gangs up on me, demanding I divorce and remarry someone else. With no way out, I find someone and rush into a marriage. I figure I'll just live out a quiet

I just never understood how. Or why she hated me enough to destroy her own son’s marriage. I shake my head, forcing the thoughts away. The Griffins are not my business anymore. What is my business is securing this acquisition and continuing the upward climb I’ve fought tooth and nail for. My phone buzzes with a calendar reminder as I walk toward the elevator. Board review. Year-end performance summary. Three years ago, I returned home broken, pregnant, and terrified. My father didn’t hesitate—he wrapped me in his arms and told me I wasn’t weak for leaving. Months later, once I’d healed enough to breathe again, he handed me the reins of Beckett Holdings.

He said, adjusting his eye glasses, so he could see it well properly. "A divorce letter?" He exclaimed. "Exactly. Yes it is" "Eve" "I... I can't do this anymore, I regret ever agree to marry you. Gosh! You are old for me.. what was I thinking of? Money, Yes your wealth! Yet I didn't even get it from you. You abandoned my father in the hospital immediately I signed the marriage papers! You changed towards immediately I signed the papers.. You.." I rushed all my words, made sure my facial expression was stern, sad and serious.

Nathaniel Blackwood was in shock. Brian blinked rapidly, looking from the child to his boss and back again. "Sir? Daddy? I—I thought... I mean, the records said that Mr. Blackwood has no child... since the divorce..." Brian stammered, his brain nearly short-circuiting. The cold, ruthless CEO of the Blackwood Group, a man who barely tolerated people, was currently being used as a human scratching post by a small child. The sight was unbelievable to watch.

Although I could have chosen to relocate, I knew Natalie would accept it, but my father wouldn't. Chris had been asking for the CEO position, and now that I was back, I had to hold the conference meeting and announce to them that I was still the CEO of H.W. Global. I went into my wife's room and found her on her bed, sobbing. "Babe," I said as I walked up to her, and she continued to cry. "Frank, let's get a divorce," she said, and my eyes narrowed at her. "We won't get a divorce, and I don't know why you're crying over this. You will get pregnant, okay? Just calm down," I comforted her, sitting beside her on the bed and hugging her close.

It was the truth. “You want a divorce?” I asked, my voice choking. Kent jmwd his teeth together, as such his jaw buldged. “I'm sorry, Ophelia. Believe me when I said I wanted this to work.” From the corner of my eyes I saw Sara toll her eyes. I looked down. I had always prided myself for being able to stay composed in drastic situation. That was why I had been able to manage a company as big as Bigots. It was this skill that landed me the position of CEO. But right now, I could hardly get it together.

Then, he finally lost his temper and shouted after me, "Grace! Where the hell are you going to go after divorcing me? Back to your parents? Don't forget, you cut ties with them years ago! "Get back here! I never agreed to a damn divorce!" I ignored him, got in my car, and drove straight to the office. After clearing my desk, I marched to HR and handed in my resignation. "Mrs. Grant, are you sure about this?" Daisy Newell, the HR manager, took one look at my expression and guessed what was happening. Her grip tightened on the form as she hesitated. "Yes," I replied. I understood her hesitation. Everyone knew I was the CEO's wife even if I'd always kept work and personal life separate.

There is a forced hush in the yard, Mum’s eyes is wide as saucers. “Daniel Flanagan, what is it about divorce you do not understand? We…” I point at him, then at myself, “are divorced. So because I am becoming a CEO, sorry, because I am now a CEO, you think you can gaslight and waltz your way back in with an insincere apology that you did not even give when I found you guilty?” I scoff, “Do you want me to tell them all what you did? With Cecelia, your ‘ordinary’ secretary?” I roll my eyes and whisper to him, “Or do you want me to tell them how you sent your wife into the hands of another man because of a business deal you were to wimpy to get for yourself?”

he asked politely. He wasn't forcing me, and I know he must have thought of this long enough before calling me over. It wasn't a bad idea but I was scared that I wasn't ready. I just came out of a disastrous relationship and if the word comes out that I am divorced while I am the CEO then I wouldn't want to imagine what it would do to my father's reputation. “I know that papa but I think it’s too…..” I couldn’t find the right word to say.

And when you realize it, you'll be deep in regret because then you won't be able to fix everything you've destroyed. I laughed bitterly, the humourless sound echoing through my dark office. Spencer's words had proven true yet again. It was always infuriating how right his words were. He was always the smarter one. He could see things that I couldn't. I downed the content in the glass and poured another as father's threat echoed through my mind. "You can forget about having the CEO position if Florida files a divorce." I downed the alcohol, loving how it burned my throat. Ditching the cup, I brought the whole bottle to my lips.