Regretful Ceo: Ex-wife Don't Leave Me Novels & Stories

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.”

"You can't make this right. Leave." "Clara." "I said leave!" I pointed to the exit. "I mean now. Leave now." "I'll wait for you," He responded. "I'll do everything to make you love me again. And Lucy . I divorced her. Being with her was the greatest mistake of my life. I don't know if it's too late, but I'm not giving up. Not on you, not on Velma." I released a shuddered sigh, feeling a sting in my eyes as I listened. He was leaving Lucy ?

Kelly stated, with rage. "And yes, by next wife, Stacy will return to the position of the CEO, and I'm leaving the company to pursue my dream, the one I always loved before you did what you were best good at, caged me in a cell to not do it," Kelly said and barged out of the room while Mrs. Sky sat on the couch and buried her face in her hands.

Her eyes were filled with anger. "Georgia it's not what you think, actually, ..."I wanted to say that Alexander and I were divorced. But Georgia didn't give me the chance. Instead, she said in a harsh voice. "Enough! There's no need to explain anymore.Although I don't know why you joined my company despite being the wife of the CEO of Graves Group. I know everything now. I've got something to do.Goodbye!"With that, Georgia turned around and left without looking back.

“No problem at all. Thanks for the help, Cheryl. I’ll be resigning from L’Étoile today. So please can you keep this between ourselves?” Cheryl gasped with surprise. “Sure. Did Estelle insult you? Why are you leaving L’Étoile? You loved working there.” I sighed, knowing I had to trust her. “My husband is now the CEO of L’Étoile. I left home after a misunderstanding two years ago, and he has chased me all the way here. He doesn’t know about the twins yet. I can’t forgive him so easily for his misbehavior. But I would have if he had tried harder. I don’t want my children to belong to a broken family.” A tear slipped down my cheek before I could control it.

“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

Like someone whose life was coming together. Unlike mine. "You missed your supervised visit," she said. "I know." "Jason was upset." The words hit like a punch. "I know. I called. Rescheduled." "Ethan, what are you doing here?" I looked at her. My ex-wife. The woman my mother had destroyed. Who'd somehow survived everything. And the words came out before I could stop them. "I've lost everything," I said. My voice broke on the last word. And suddenly I was crying. Actually crying.

I snapped, surprising even myself. Simon blinked. "Sir, this meeting has been scheduled for weeks. The Singapore merger—" "I said cancel it." I loosened my tie, suddenly feeling like I couldn't breathe. "Reschedule for tomorrow. Tell them I'm dealing with an urgent personal matter." As Simon retreated, looking concerned, my phone buzzed. A text from a number I recognized immediately, though I'd never saved it to my contacts. From: Ivy Hart Thought you might want to see this. Your ex-wife moves on quickly, doesn't she?

Yet another scandal on the news. The news anchor went on, “A shocking development has emerged in the highly publicized separation of business tycoon Desmond July and his estranged wife, Freya July. According to sources, Desmond July has filed a lawsuit against Freya, citing abandonment and breach of marital contract…” Diego leaned back in his living room couch, his face contorted in a displeased frown. He rubbed his chin several times in a thoughtful way, his mind racing with measures and countermeasures, even if they were to be extreme.

The one reading this right now, probably at 2 AM when you should be sleeping but instead you're here wondering if Ivy's gonna make it, if Ares is going to survive, if Marcus is finally going to get what's coming to him, and if Vincent is sitting in his office realizing he just got his daughter killed with his stupid ego. (Spoiler alert for Book 2: Vincent is DEFINITELY having that realization. And it's going to destroy him. But we'll get to that later.) Let me tell you something about this story. When I first started writing "My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret," I thought it was going to be a simple revenge tale. You know—woman gets cheated on, woman gets strong, woman makes everyone regret underest