Novel & Cerita Ceo's Regret After I Divorced

"Are your ears broken, or is your brain malfunctioning?" How many times did she have to emphasize it? Was he really that forgetful, or was he pretending? Dylan stared at her, unblinking. "We’re divorced, but what does that have to do with you treating me? Which doctor would treat a patient like that? If you weren’t my ex-wife, I wouldn’t even think about asking.” "Enough!" Suzy’s patience had reached her limit. "Shut up and get out of my room!" Afraid he wouldn’t leave, Suzy shoved Dylan out of the room and quickly slammed the door shut behind him.

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.

Taylor leaned back slowly, her hand pressing lightly against her forehead as though trying to steady her thoughts. “So let me understand this,” she said, her voice measured now, controlled in a way that suggested effort. “Your wife has left you. She has taken the company. You are officially divorced. And someone you trusted has taken what remained of your money.” Matthew did not interrupt. He simply nodded. Mrs. Taylor’s hand dropped from her forehead, her gaze fixing on him again. “So the company is not yours,” she said. Matthew held her gaze. “Yes.” Mrs. Taylor inhaled slowly, the breath catching slightly before she released it.

“Because I promise you, you’ll regret this.” I hang up before she can respond, my hands shaking with the force of my anger. I refuse to let them see me as the broken wife, the woman scorned. If they think they’ve destroyed me, they have no idea who they’re dealing with. That night, I don’t cry anymore. Instead, I make a decision. I pour myself a glass of wine, sit at my desk, and pull out my laptop. It’s time to take control—financially, emotionally, and legally.

like you owned me. “I don’t regret it,” he says, too fast. Too firm. And I hate how my body reacts. How the heat curls in my belly like betrayal. I sigh. “Well, I do.” It’s a lie. We both know it. But maybe if I say it enough, it’ll feel true. “I came here to quit,” I go on, waving the damn letter like a white flag. “To walk away before this mess gets any worse.” From this charade. From this career that ruined my marriage.

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he picked up a spatula, turning toward the stove where I now noticed eggs cooking, "—if you'd seen the state I was in when Giuseppe found me after my divorce, you wouldn't be so hard on yourself about one night of too much wine." The casual revelation—that he'd been married, divorced, vulnerable—caught me off guard. "You were married?" "Briefly." He flipped the eggs with practiced ease. "Long enough to learn some expensive lessons about trust." I wasn't sure how to respond to this glimpse into his personal life. It humanized him in a way that made me uncomfortable—easier to keep my distance when he was just the perfect, untouchable CEO. "Hungry?" he asked, changing the subject as he slid egg

"Well, I apologize for what I have done. My anger got the best of me but you also caused it, Junia. Your actions sparked my anger, how could you leave Ethan? Don't you know the daughter of who you are anymore? You are your father's daughter and in our family, no one has ever gotten divorced before!" "Do you expect me to be happy when my first daughter broke the news about her divorce to me? Should I have clapped my hands when your act was going to bring shame upon our family? Look at your sisters, they are still happily married with Children. Do you know how sad it felt when the thought of you not having a child tormented me day and night...." My mouth slackened in shock while clutching the

she said briefly before leaving in a rush. As I watched her leave, I slowly let the last of my smile disappear. Pulling out my phone, I called my father, Richard Quinnell. He was Julian’s boss and the head of Quinnell Group. “Dad, I regret it. Take back the Marketing Director position that was promised to Julian, and find me the best divorce lawyer. I want to divorce him.” I did not want to stay at the shop any longer, so I went home early. When I opened the door, I found Julian already there.

Don't ever regret leaving him. I nodded, smiling. `I don't regret leaving him. He didn't deserve me or my babies. If I hadn't left, I wouldn't have had the courage to apply for DAP or create a business plan for the interior design business. I am glad the divorce came. Thank you for the words.` He hugged me. `Let's go read through the reports and nail Kyle King.`