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His veins were popping on his forehead since he couldn't stop himself from gritting his teeth. At the same time, he had this burning emotion in his heart which made him want nothing but to see her crawling to his feet and begging to get back to his life. 'Huh! That day, I will make her understand that she has no other place to stay except with me,' Kayden thought to herself and dialled a number to talk to his assistant. "Yes, boss!" "I am divorcing Clover. I want the process to be finished within a week," Kayden said as he darted toward his car and hopped into the driver's seat.

The divorce certificate in my hand wasn't a symbol of failure but of new beginnings. When I arrived at the Dreamland Studio, Maya was waiting for me, pacing anxiously in the reception area. Her eyes widened when she saw me. "Serena! Tell me you didn't actually go through with it!" she exclaimed, rushing over to me. I held up the divorce certificate in response. "Holy shit," she whispered, staring at the document in disbelief. "You actually did it. You left the CEO of Blackwood Enterprises,one of the most powerful men in the entire world."

Our divorce is more sure than our marriage was and here I am talking like thinking about divorce is also wrong. It actually is even before marrying to think the end of it. But maybe it is different when there are responsibilities. “It is a rule to have a pre-nup to protect the interests of the company shareholders.” One replied and I nodded shutting my mouth. “So, we have decided to re-think our decision about you being in CEO’s position for this company.” One old man suddenly said and I stiffened but Nakul just nodded. “Excuse me!” I said making everyone glanced at me.

A small smile crept up Cecilia’s face as she toned down her next words “If word gets out that you are divorced, you will have to kiss your position as the CEO of this firm. It will be handed to some undeserving human as your brother has made no effort to fulfill the conditions and settle down, and then, woe would be our fate because our hard-earned family heirloom would be ripped away from us.” Damian leaned back in his seat, never been so convinced that his mother was slowly going insane.

"It's going to be a bloodbath soon." I raise my head up and then follow his gaze to the TV. The headline reads. The CEO of Rodriquez Brands dies three days after the fatal road accident. Damn. "Do you think his estranged daughter will fly home?" He glances between me and the TV. "I hope," I say as I start to push through the room towards the door. Before the door closes behind me, I hear the man say, "I should start selling my shares." I tug my cap down my head before I stride down the hallway of the complex. The elevator isn't walking so I make use of the stairs instead.

She told me as she gripped both sides of my shoulders, forcing me to look directly at her. "Why? What is wrong? Did something happen?" I asked, my voice drooping low with concern. She looked me dead in the eyes, her expression giving out full panic. "The old man is dead, Vee. He's dead!" "Wait. Who?" I asked, confused. "Carson-freaking-Callaghan! The CEO is dead." My eyes bulged out as I looked at her. "The CEO is dead?" the receptionist behind me and I asked in unison.

My head’s too fucked up, and I’ve got a meeting in an hour that I can’t blow off. But as I’m adjusting my tie, that gnawing feeling creeps back in—the one that’s been there ever since she walked out. I thought she’d come back. I thought... fuck, I don’t know what I thought. That our bond would be enough to hold her? That she’d realize how important this was? Instead, she’s gone. She left me. And now, I’m staring down the barrel of a divorce I didn’t see coming. I head downstairs, the smell of coffee hitting me as I enter the kitchen. My mother’s already there, sitting at the counter, looking at something on her tablet.

After the meeting, I got into my car and reclined, plunging my head on the headrest. I closed my eyes, letting the tension of the meeting seep out of my head. And that was when my phone beeped. My eyes widened as I saw the headline NEWS: CEO Logan Michealson and M$M corporation founder has reportedly filed for a divorce from his wife, Vivian. I sucked in a deep breath, still finding it hard to believe. “Why is he divorcing Vivian?” I mumbled, shock etching my features “Where to, ma'am?” The chauffeur asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts.

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.

I leaned forward, palms flat on the table. “Forty-eight hours ago my wife almost miscarried because of stress you helped create,” I said, voice low enough that they had to strain to hear. “This morning her blood pressure is still 160 over 100. The baby’s lungs aren’t ready. She’s thirteen weeks pregnant and in complete remission only because I sold forty percent of my own shares to pay for treatment you called ‘futile.’” I straightened. “Effective immediately, I am stepping down as CEO.”