Regretful Ceo：chasing The Wife He Let Go Mga Nobela at Kwento

I turned to see his face soften. “I was an ass,” he said. “I tried to break you two apart because I wanted the company. I thought everything I ever wanted would fall into my hands if I just pushed hard enough.” “I get it,” I said. “Everyone wants something to hold on to.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you ever regret it?” “Regret what?” “Taking the CEO position.” The question sank into the silence. I looked down at my hands. The silver ring on my finger glinted in my eyes. I rubbed it with my thumb. I had a lot of regrets. I didn't hold back and said it out.

She was walking home when she saw it. A newsstand on Princes Street. The Financial Times front page, set face-out in the display rack. Lewis's face. His jaw tight, eyes distant, that photograph they always used — the one from the Singapore announcement, when he'd looked like a man who owned the world. The headline above it: STERLING IN CRISIS: CEO'S WIFE VANISHES Sources close to Lewis Sterling confirm the billionaire's wife, Yessica Sterling, left their New York penthouse without warning three weeks ago. Sterling has declined all comment, but insiders suggest—

I raised my voice back at her after clenching my fist tightly, “Your voice was too loud! Didn't you notice that? Do you want me to lose my baby?! You did not even apologize to me!” Yes, I lost my temper. It was my mistake. But lately, after my wedding, I have been losing control of myself. I could not bear to digest the fact that Celine was more popular than me, and that my fans, who used to love me, were the same people pushing me to the slums. It was heartbreaking, and I have been forcing myself to eat because I didn't want to lose Nathan's baby in my womb. “Your husband has been dismissed from his position as Glems' company CEO. His father literally took every single thing from him and ga

"You want the key? You want the genetic data? It’s here! But if you fire, I drop it into the fire below! You’ll have nothing but ashes and a PR nightmare!" The helicopters shifted, the pilots communicating in hushed bursts of static. For a heartbeat, the world hung in a terrifying balance. "Status check," the loudspeaker crackled. A new voice—higher, colder—took over. "Miss Vance, the GRC does not negotiate with domestic terrorists. You are holding the economic stability of three continents in that cooler. Step away from the infant and the deceased." The deceased. The words hit me harder than the shockwave of the explosion. I looked down at Xander. His eyes were half-open, glazed and unmovin

“The baby?... Stress?... Both?” I heaved a sigh. “I wish.” “Then what is it?” she asked. Then she paused before she continued. “Is it Lachlan?” I felt my heart skip a beat as she mentioned his name. “How'd you know?” Rebecca smiled. “I saw the look on your face when he left this morning. You miss him.” “Isn't it terrible?” I fisted my hair. “We're supposed to be divorced.” “It doesn't matter, Amelia.” Rebecca made me look at her. “Hey. Don't regret in the future because you were too proud to admit your feelings or at least show you care. Regret is one terrible bitch, and you shouldn't be a victim.”

she spat, “What matters is that you have made some very wrong decisions. First, you married Lydia – a nobody from nowhere – against my wishes. Her father kidnapped your children, causing a public scandal! Now, you once again want to go against my wishes and refuse to take the only option that would restore our position!” Her fierce voice belied the pain in her eyes. I knew that she wished not to be harsh with me. She was right. As a CEO, I would have to take the harder route or, as my mother had put it, eat the frog. But I knew that Lydia would never agree to be my mistress and this ripped my heart to pieces. “I’m sorry, Mother,” I quietly said, “I’ll make up for the mistakes that I’ve made.

"A wise ex-husband should behave like he's dead. Take good care of the people around you." After that, Emily turned around and left, leaving behind Hunter, whose face was as dark as water, and Veronica, who was trembling with anger.

Helen waved her hand dismissively. “The CEO of Orion Group?” Daisy leaned back, still laughing. “That is not even funny.” Helen added, still chuckling, “Damien, you are stressed. You have started imagining things. I see the divorce barely 24 hours is already taking its toll on you.” Damien’s jaw tightened. What the hell was wrong with his family. Despite all his explanations? “I’m not imagining anything.” Daisy shook her head. “Impossible. Absolutely impossible.” Damien stepped forward slightly.

"I am the daughter of the late Henry Williams. I am not a thief. I am a woman who escaped five years of emotional torture. I left a husband who cheated in our bed and stole from my father’s grave. Today, I am reclaiming my name." The room erupted. Questions were shouted from every direction. I answered them all with poise. I showed the bank records. I showed the photos of Jane and Damien. By the time I walked off that stage, the "Scandalous Wife" was gone. The "Rising Queen" had arrived. But as we got into the car to head back to the penthouse, Bryan’s phone buzzed. He looked at the message, and his jaw tightened. "What is it?" I asked.

Keila sounded so sure of what she was saying. Yet, Sarah kept denying ever doing such a thing. “Why would I ever think of poisoning my own husband? I..” “Shut that trap you call mouth! Who is your husband?” My voice echoed with anger. I took a step backwards and turned my gaze back on Keila. “Please, darling, go ahead and prove your point. I'm all ears.” Keila smiled happily as she stared at Sarah. “Come forward and have a taste of the meal.”