The Divorce Housewife Turned Ceo Mga Nobela at Kwento

With that, she hung up the phone. The large house she had dreamed of, something she would need to work her entire life to get, could now be hers just through a divorce. Tsk... If only she had known. No, there was no "if only." Aveline had a quick bite to eat and then continued her work. At the DK Group, CEO’s Office. Staring at the disconnected phone, Lucas let out a frustrated laugh. Was this woman crazy? How dare she toy with him like this? However, thinking about her calm, almost indifferent tone on the phone, he felt even more annoyed.

"Why are you becoming so rebellious, Mandy? I remember you used to be a very obedient child! As a lady, you should be more docile..." "Patrick, the elevator's here, and I'm getting in. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now!" With that, Amanda ended the call abruptly. The elevator arrived promptly, and with a lowered head and a sense of confusion, she entered. With her divorce from Dickson already settled, Amanda's focus had shifted to her two children and the affairs of the Terry’s Company. Other matters no longer held any significance for her.

"Where can she go now that the divorce is final? She is financially disadvantaged. His heart felt exceedingly uneasy, and the unpleasant feeling that usually dogged him became more severe at the notion of her leaving so abruptly. "Get someone to look for her, and let me know as soon as you do." "How could she switch off her phone in such a manner? She certainly stepped out of line! ' I agree, sir. Rex did not want to admit that this woman, who was no longer his wife, had caused him to experience a moment of anxiety. ………………………….

“Nicole, I’ve underestimated you all this while. It looks like you’re quite capable. No wonder you took the initiative to get a divorce. Turns out you’ve already found your next target. As soon as you divorced Eric, you became the Vice President of Stanton Corporation. It looks like Grant really values you…” Nicole laughed and looked at the Fergusons. Ingrid was obviously frightened and did not dare to speak, but the old man came prepared. “Didn’t your family force me to get a divorce? Chairman Ferguson, you call me back to the Ferguson Villa every week just to lecture me about how lowly and unworthy I am of your high and mighty Ferguson family. Now that we’re divorced, you should be happy a

One time when Grandma Mary's secretary called me, I didn't pick up the call because I knew she might have wanted to talk to me about the divorce. I got a job two weeks after we finalized the divorce at a local, small architecture firm. The salary wasn't anything much but it could keep my clothes on my back and a tiny roof over my head. I work mostly from home, not because of anything other than the fact that we rarely have projects. The one project we took a few weeks after I joined is all we've gotten for two months. My mind snapped back to Nathaniel and I know whatever his intentions were for being here wouldn't be in my interest.

"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."

It was ironic that the first time I visited my husband's company was to divorce him. I walked to the reception desk, my heels clicking loudly against the marble floor, each step echoing the finality of my decision. “Excuse me,” I said to the receptionist, trying to keep my voice steady. “I'm Aria Thorn, Victor's wife. Could you inform him that I'm here?” The receptionist's eyes flickered with surprise, then settled into a look that was somewhere between pity and disdain. “Ms. Aria,” she said slowly, “Mr. Thorn isn't at the company and his wife is already upstairs.”

When they were alone again, he leaned back in his chair and studied her with those assessing gray eyes. "So," he said finally. "CEO. How does it feel?" "Like I earned it." Her voice was sharp, defensive. "I don't doubt that." He paused. "But you have to admit, the timing was interesting. Father announces your divorce, and two weeks later you're running the company." "The divorce had nothing to do with my promotion." "Didn't it?" Lucien's tone remained mild, conversational. "Nine years of marriage to Rowan Adair. Contract fulfilled. Debt paid. And suddenly you're free and in charge of the family empire. No more obligations to a husband who barely knew you existed."

Then, he finally lost his temper and shouted after me, "Grace! Where the hell are you going to go after divorcing me? Back to your parents? Don't forget, you cut ties with them years ago! "Get back here! I never agreed to a damn divorce!" I ignored him, got in my car, and drove straight to the office. After clearing my desk, I marched to HR and handed in my resignation. "Mrs. Grant, are you sure about this?" Daisy Newell, the HR manager, took one look at my expression and guessed what was happening. Her grip tightened on the form as she hesitated. "Yes," I replied. I understood her hesitation. Everyone knew I was the CEO's wife even if I'd always kept work and personal life separate.

"Then, let's get divorced." Irene, who'd been so sure that I'd drop to my knees begging for forgiveness in a wink, was gobsmacked. She stared at me incredulously, her voice shaking as she said, "W-What did you just say?" I answered nonchalantly with a smile. "Let's get divorced. You're the company's CEO. Surely you're not some love-struck fool who'd keep clinging to me and purposely making things difficult for yourself, are you?" Then, I brought out the divorce papers from my bag.