The Divorce Housewife Turned Ceo Novels & Stories

I said before I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back against my seat. Tyrell quickly opened the envelope and looked shocked the moment he realised that it was the divorce papers that I had personally asked my lawyer to draw up this past month. “You want a divorce? Under what circumstances?” Tyrell asked, with his tone a little more louder than before. I stood up from my seat and looked down at both father and son who looked equally surprised. “Well as you already know, my father has recently made me the CEO of his company which means I no longer need to stay in this fake marriage or this house for any longer then I have done so already” I said nice and clearly.

"I want a divorce! I am now the CEO of the Thompson Group of Companies- the master of the Thompsons. My father can no longer control me. I am done with your selfishness!" Evan Thompson, her husband, towered over her as he yelled. "I thought I knew you. I thought you would change, but I was wrong to think that you deserved a chance!" "Evan, please," Shantelle's words broke in and out. This wasn't the first time her husband had brought up the divorce in the past few months, but now he had the divorce papers in his hand.

I couldn't just help with repeating everything she threw at me, it felt like my brain was short circuiting. Where was my docile, obedient wife? The one who could sprout out of bed in the dead of night to quickly fix me up a snack if I asked. Only a week ago, she'd kissed me and told me that she didn't mind Cassie moving in with us despite our former romantic history and the undeniable tension but still existed between us, sparking the air and electrifying my nerves. Now she was raving about a divorce, and an absurd settlement. As a CEO I could take that, but we were about to establish a new branch in another state, that money would go to better use.

"Yes, Maya, so if you divorce Ethan now, you're losing everything. You won't get a single pin as compensation. The law can't give you what isn't his to begin with." The words settled over me like ice water, shocking and cold. Of course. I remembered now. I had always heard my in-laws telling Ethan that when he inherited the company, he would inherit the entire household as well. At the time, I had thought it was just about the future. I hadn't realized they meant everything was still legally theirs. "Mrs. Blake was a shrewd woman," Mr. Donald continued softly. "She and her husband built an empire from nothing. They protected everything they created. So I will advise even if you still want th

I shifted my gaze to her, my eyes burning with defiance. "The whole world knows we are getting married," I said, my voice rising in volume. "I made her the CEO of my company. What more do you want from me?" My voice rose, my tone full of frustration. "Should I write it on my forehead? Should I scream it from the rooftops?" The mother rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated. "You need to calm down, Franco," my dad said, his voice firm. I didn't look at him, my gaze still fixed on Diva's mom. "I have been calm for too long," I said, my voice quivering with emotion. "I can't take it anymore."

And irritation made people reckless. Especially Vivian Shaw. “Your life.” “What?” “She wants fifty per cent of your assets," Vivian lied. Adrian burst into laughter. “Is that even possible?” Vivain didn’t say anything. He continued, more like an affirmation to himself that Miranda wouldn't go to that extreme. “I already asked her… several times; she wants nothing in the divorce.” “And you believed her?” “Dad already gave her thirty per cent of the company before he died. What more could she…”

I think about my net worth, and she could easily walk away with around $100 to $300 million from me. My mom warns me to be careful around Serena. I always defended my wife and gave her the benefit of the doubt. But now that my companies are doing really well, I can't help but think she might be planning to divorce me at the perfect moment. I'll play along. But I won't make it easy for her. If she wants to divorce me, she'll have to play by my rules. And who knows, maybe she'll eventually realize that her plan to divorce me is a big mistake.

he picked up a spatula, turning toward the stove where I now noticed eggs cooking, "—if you'd seen the state I was in when Giuseppe found me after my divorce, you wouldn't be so hard on yourself about one night of too much wine." The casual revelation—that he'd been married, divorced, vulnerable—caught me off guard. "You were married?" "Briefly." He flipped the eggs with practiced ease. "Long enough to learn some expensive lessons about trust." I wasn't sure how to respond to this glimpse into his personal life. It humanized him in a way that made me uncomfortable—easier to keep my distance when he was just the perfect, untouchable CEO. "Hungry?" he asked, changing the subject as he slid egg

“This film is going to be huge. You’ll make real money, and let’s be honest, your husband shouldn’t be a problem.” She turned sharply. “What?” “I mean… with the way things are going,” he said with a smug smirk, you are getting di......" “Shut up!” Lira screamed and cut him off immediately, before he could say the word "divorce" Then, the office went quiet. “You have no right to talk about my husband,” she said, with her voice shaking. “Or my marriage, stay out of my life.” Without waiting for a response, she grabbed her handbag and stormed out of the office, with her heart pounding with betrayal, rage, and confusion.