Novelas y relatos de Mr. Ceo's Ex-wife: A Cunning Comeback

“Your concerns are okay an’ all, but geez, do you really not trust me? I'm Chloe Dave for crying out loud, CEO of the Razet Company. I'm not just going to melt because my ex husband, who, mind you, never for once loved me, comes back years later.” The tone and composure in all the words was enough to convince any soul. And from the smile that appeared on her lips, I had a feeling she'd also been convinced that I wasn't going to be falling in love with my ex. “Okay then, take care of yourself. Eat well, and don't overwork yourself.” She smiled. “Also, ensure to call often and answer every one of my calls, okay?” “Yeah yeah.” With that, I offered her a goodbye hug, gave Donald a cheek kiss and

"Excuse me—" "The Ace Industries contract." I hold up one finger. "Eighteen months of negotiations. Three sets of lawyers. Two collapsed deals. A partnership that would have secured this pack's finances for the next generation." I let that land. "My ex-wife just walked into that building as its new CEO. The woman I divorced." I look at her steadily. "Because of you."

I rolled my eyes as I looked at Rex and all I could think of was how miserable my life would be now with him being my new boss. We got dismissed and everyone was busy trying to fix whatever they were slacking behind on. I get, who would love to miss out on the new incentives? "How then, do you intend to cope since your ex husband is now the CEO of The Eleven? I thought you said he was into Real Estate and now, he is now the fuckin' CEO of a multimillion hotel and resort. Don't tell me this dude is that wealthy?" She scoffed as she looked at me. "How do you expect me to know, Marie?" I rolled my eyes as we walked down to where we could board a taxi home.

"Look at her very well. Does this look like a CEO to you? This is Elara. She’s my ex-wife a common thief who was kicked out of this city seven years ago. She’s a ghost, Sarah. Nothing more. She can't be your boss. It's impossible." The whispers started immediately, spreading through the ballroom like a wildfire fueled by gasoline. "His ex-wife?" a woman in a diamond choker hissed to her husband. "How the f***k did he marry the sister right after? That’s disgusting." "Don't you remember the news seven years ago?" another man whispered, loud enough for the sound to carry. "I heard she paralyzed her own sister just to force him into marriage. She’s heartless and cruel. She even stole a fortune

"So, I'll tell you. Mr. Russo is my ex-husband. And Mrs. Russo, is his current wife." Renee's eyes widened. Her expression changed from disbelief to shock, like she couldn't believe what I'd told her. I shrugged and laughed at her reaction. "Yup. I *used* to be married to one of the wealthiest and most powerful CEOs in this region. Funny how life works out sometimes, doesn't it?"

Is she really going to play that card now? She turns to Theo. “Look, Mr. Yardley. You seem like a good guy—someone who genuinely wants the best for yourself and your business. But this woman right here…” Her gaze snaps back to me, filled with venom. “She’s nothing but a snake. Do you even know who she really is and what she’s done? I’m sure she conveniently left that out of her fake résumé. She’s the ex-wife of Caden Lawrence, CEO of Lawrence Enterprises. Surprised? You should be. I’d bet she hasn’t told you how she ended up divorced, pregnant, and completely alone—cast out for good reason, I might add. She’s a master manipulator, Mr. Yardley, with a history of using and destroying people. A

She asked. “The name of her ex-husband,” chairman Hewitt let out in simplicity, adding, “if you can tell me that, leave the rest to me. I will create another buzz and use it to drag her down completely,” Hearing his requirement, her eyebrows pulled up, and a tone fled her lips. “Hun!” “Tell me the name of his ex. What's his name?” He asked. She went on silent and couldn't put herself into saying the name because she knew once she said that, many things would be damaged and not only Cohen would be dragged into a mess.

I didn’t think that the husband and wife would dress up formally! ‘That’s an awful trick, okay?’ While the receptionist complained, she dared not say it out loud. Instead, she retrieved her phone to send the exciting news to a group chat: “Attention, attention, the CEO’s mysterious wife appears again!” Female 1: “F*ck! Gather, gather!” Male 3: “The CEO’s wife? Since when the CEO has a wife?” Female 2: “Upstairs*, you’re so outdated, the CEO’s wife appeared twice already, okay!”

You know how grandma can be, she’ll be delighted seeing you in it” He’s right. Being Arthur's wife, the CEO's wife, I always felt the need to present myself impeccably. Every occasion called for designer gowns, exquisite jewelry, and flawless makeup. But now with our separation, the opulent jewelry and high-end clothes that once adorned my body now felt like a distant memory, a reminder of a life I will no longer live. I left all the fancy jewelry at Arthur's house and now I'm wearing a plain dress. I still need something to make me look presentable, not to put Cassandra off.

For a woman who was absent from business headlines until recently, her impact has been extraordinary. Marcus read the article again. Then a third time. Two million per year. Plus equity. Irreplaceable. He set down the tablet and leaned back in his chair, staring at nothing. Elena. His ex-wife. The woman he'd dismissed as a social climber who'd trapped him into marriage. The wife he'd kept hidden from business associates because she didn't fit the image he wanted to project. That woman was now making two million dollars per year as one of the most respected analysts in the industry.