My Ceo Ex Husband Regret Novels & Stories

How could Emily, knowing who her husband was put her in this mess? In his office, Hunter paced up and down as he thought about what the document would be about. A resignation letter? An apology note was more likely. She was probably trying to beg him to not divorce her and to bring her back to the house. As usual. He snickered. Soon she would come scurrying back and he would likely forgive her, after embarrassing her a few times. The thought was so nice that when Joe walked into the office, Hunter was smiling. Seeing Joseph, Hunter all but dragged the document out of his hand without waiting for him to say anything.

I jumped into conclusions without thinking twice and left without looking back. I hurt her so deeply and I can't deny that. I shouldn't have resulted in having a divorce, I should have waited for just a little longer, maybe things would have gotten different. I still feel hurt and disappointed, thinking about how I believed a fake video and ruined my marriage with Evelyn. I let go of my wife so easily and ruined my chances of being happy with her. I hate myself for my actions.. I feel like I'm the biggest fool to have done what I did. I know that I can't justify my actions, I was wrong in everything I did.

"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?"

“I almost forgot—you're Ryan's ex-wife now, aren't you? I completely understand why you left him. Who could tolerate such a two-faced husband?” I kept my expression neutral. Confirming anything—or adding to the drama—would only make it worse. Ryan could deal with this PR disaster himself. Kane, clearly enjoying our silence, decided to fan the flames further. “You know what I find truly sad?” he said, addressing the room more than me. “That her husband was obsessed with a dead woman throughout their entire marriage.” My chest tightened at the mention of Sophie. Even now, knowing her place in Ryan's life, it still hurt.

"Chloe—my executive assistant and my sister. For the last decade, I wouldn't be where I am today without her support." He thanked his partners. He thanked his employees. But the wife who had managed his home, raised his children, and supported him from the shadows for eighteen years? I was a ghost to him. An invisible non-entity. Just then, the front door swung open. The kids were home from school. My son, Leo, wrinkled his nose the moment he stepped inside, making a dramatic show of covering his face. "Mom, what did you make? The whole house reeks of grease. It’s disgusting!"

"I don't care." "You should. You're the CEO of a major company and you're pining after your ex-wife who clearly wants nothing to do with you." "Shut up, Vivian." "No. I won't shut up. Because I'm your wife. Remember me? The woman you actually married? The mother of your child?" I looked at her. And felt nothing. "This marriage was a mistake," I said. "What?" "You know it. I know it. We're miserable. We have been from the start."

I learned to eat protein bars over the kitchen sink because sitting down for a meal meant losing ten minutes of work. I stopped crying. I stopped feeling sorry for myself. The woman who cried in the hospital was dead. By the time Leo was six months old, C. Vance Design was officially a registered business. I was ruthless with my time. I fired a contractor who tried to overcharge me. I negotiated a massive discount on tiles for Mrs. Thorne’s project by threatening to walk away. I stopped wearing makeup. I stopped caring about what I looked like. I only cared about two things: the quality of my work, and my son.

I had always been what you would call a slow person. Case in point: When I saw the stern-looking female CEO appearing in the financial news who looked just like my wife, it took me ages to finally realize it was truly her. Immediately after, a stream of comments highlighted in different colors overlaid my vision. [Oh my God! Julian Vance, the shameless supporting male lead, has finally shown up to stir the pot! Imagine dragging a child into this just to scam Ms. Eunice Latour, how disgusting!] [Didn’t he already make away with two million as compensation? Why is he back again? He must be sick in the head if he thinks that he can use his child as a pawn to get ahead in life!] [I can’t wa

“Evelyn… please. I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry for all of it. Seeing her in that hospital bed made me realize how fragile everything is. But you’re my wife. You’re the one I want to come home to.” “Yet you didn’t come home until dawn.” My voice remained steady, though my heart ached. “I used to make excuses for you. Tell myself it was temporary. That empires demanded sacrifice. But I’m done sacrificing, Khalid. My career. My grief. My peace. I won’t do it anymore.” He looked utterly wrecked — shoulders slumped, eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion and emotion. The powerful CEO was gone. In his place stood a man watching his world slip away.

I felt completely, utterly numb. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking up at the ceiling beams, letting out a dry, humorless breath. I’m sorry, Rose. How convenient. The ex-husband who had walked away from me, who had systematically dismantled our five-year marriage brick by brick, who had paraded another woman through our home and made her sleep in the bed I had made with my own hands. The man who had weaponized our seven-year-old son against me, who had stood in our living room and watched me beg on my knees with a brain tumor eating my skull alive, completely ignoring my cries and calling me lazy—that man was now writing me a pathetic little note.