Romans & histoires Ceo's Regret After I Divorced

Jeremy seemed to calm down after hearing my words. “I’ll agree to the divorce,” he said slowly, “but I won’t leave with nothing.” He turned to look at me cunningly. “After your father died, I’ve been the one running the company. Do you really think it would be where it is today without me?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Today? Are you seriously unaware of how your scandals have dragged the company through the mud? Ask the shareholders. Do you think any of them still want you as CEO?”

With that, I didn't bother wasting any more breath on her and turned to leave. "You'll regret this, Adrian! You'll definitely regret doing this!" Selena continued to shriek behind me, but I never looked back. Regret? The thing I regretted most was falling in love with her. After that, I moved out of that house filled with nothing but lies and humiliation and made my studio my new home. Then, I contacted the best lawyer I could find and started the divorce procedure. At the same time, I restarted my company—ATech. The team I had disbanded three years ago swiftly reconvened within 24 hours after I called for them to gather.

His voice dropped even lower, almost confessional. “After the divorce, after whatever scales were on my eyes fell off, everything reminded me of you. I thought time would numb it, but it didn’t. Loneliness doesn’t just gnaw at you, Sienna—it devours.” Her lips parted before she could stop herself. “Adrian—” But he shook his head. “No. Let me finish. I can’t change the past. But I want to explain it. To explain us.” In that moment, he wasn’t the untouchable CEO. He was a bruised king stripped of his armor, reaching for the one person who once stood beside him as his queen.

Hale continued calmly. “No child.” “No contribution to the company.” “And constant embarrassment.” Aurora’s fingers trembled slightly. Vanessa watched silently from the side. Her face remained neutral, but inside she was observing every reaction carefully. Mrs. Hale spoke again. “You should consider ending it.” The word hung heavily in the air. Divorce. Adrian remained silent for a moment. Then he said calmly, “That decision is mine.” Mrs. Hale scoffed. “And how long will you keep waiting?” Adrian didn’t answer.

Leo looked at his father’s hunched back, his throat tight. Alexander pulled a thick envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to Leo. Inside were the divorce papers he hadn't countersigned twenty years ago—he had signed them long ago but never filed them. Although we were legally divorced by abandonment and separation decades ago, this was his spiritual release. There was also a thick letter. It contained a record of the last twenty years—every change in the children, every moment of regret, every thought of me. "Leo, put this in the mailbox." Alexander pointed to the blue post box at the gate of the B&B. "Don't let your mother see you."

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

He appeared more like a ghost. Caleb adjusted his suit, took in a deep breath and sat. The rest followed after him. “I want to extend my sincere gratitude to you all, for your persistence, compassion, and your ability to keep the company running in my absence.” He cleared his throat and cast a glance in Xavier's direction. “However, due to certain circumstances concerning my wife's… disppearance that are beyond my control at the moment, I will not be able to effectively carry on my duties as the CEO of this great establishment.”

Eventually, she handed over the CEO position to him and stepped back to be Chair of the Board. For the past three years, Sadie had mostly stayed out of the company’s day-to-day. She said she’d worked hard her whole life, and with Aaron doing well, she was comfortable letting go. The world had gone digital, and Aaron, with his fresh perspective, had brought great ideas. She was satisfied. But ever since she heard about Aaron and Emily’s divorce while she was away, Sadie's been uneasy. When she got to the office looking for Aaron, she found out he’d been slacking off all month—coming in late, leaving early, according to one of the managers.

Diana replied, feigning innocence. “You’re not asking who I was just on the phone with, are you? Come on, bro, words aren’t on a pay-per-use plan. Couldn’t you say a bit more, especially when it comes to Suzy? You could try actually expressing your feelings—like telling her you regret the divorce, or that you want to win her back…” “Regret?” Dylan scoffed as if she’d told him a joke. “Not once.” Almost the moment he finished speaking, the door opened again.

That question again. Always too late. Lena finally looked up. “Because I wanted one thing in my life untouched by legacy.” Her voice was steady. “You.” The word hit him harder than any accusation. She held his gaze. “And I was wrong.” Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Regret settling like dust. Then she walked past him. But just before reaching the door, she stopped. Without turning back, she said: “The tragedy isn’t that you divorced me, Sebastian.” A pause.