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CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Forty Seven.
Mirabelle’s POVIt was a quiet evening at home, I stood in front of the door with Mika, Tyler, and Skyler. Each of them wore matching pajamas, we were all waiting for the same thing: Noah’s return. He’d told me that they were already in the estate, and my heart fluttered at the thought of seeing Grandpa Ed again after a long day.Mika was bouncing on her toes, Tyler, on the other hand, his hands were firmly gripping my sleeve, and he was leaning into me. Then there was Skyler, who stood a little further back, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes. Although he didn’t speak as much as his siblings, he often noticed things others missed. He had this calm, observant demeanor that I’d come to love over the years.And then, the sound of Noah’s car pulling into the driveway broke the silence. We all looked toward the door, and within a few moments, the doorbell rang, making Mika practically jump in the air.“That’s Daddy!” She squeaked.I smiled, walking toward the door with Tyler and
Last Updated : 2024-11-10CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Forty Eight.
Noah's POV:I pulled up in front of The Silver Fork, the dim glow from the restaurant's exterior lights reflecting off my car’s windshield. The place was as exclusive as rumored—chic, modern, and a hotspot for the city’s most prominent figures. I’d been to my fair share of fine dining spots, but this place was different. I stepped out of the car, the cold air brushing against my face, as I walked toward the entrance. The doorman greeted me with a polite nod. Stepping inside, I made my way to the reception desk, where a young woman stood.“Good evening, Sir.” She greeted me, scanning her tablet. “Do you have a reservation?”“Yes, Noah Sylvester.” I replied, watching her eyes flick over the screen.She glanced at me for a moment before tapping a few keys, then smiled up at me. “Yes, Mr. Sylvester, we have you down for Table 9 in the private dining area. Apologies for the delay. I’ll have my colleague escort you in.”“No problem.”She motioned to a man standing nearby, who gave me a sli
Last Updated : 2024-11-10CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Forty Nine.
Mirabelle's POV:I woke up slowly, the morning light passing through the curtains and falling gently on Noah's sleeping face. His body was sprawled across the bed. I smiled as I watched him sleep, his hair a little scattered. He looked peaceful, and I almost hated to disturb him.It was Sunday, so neither of us had work to worry about. I stretched, careful not to wake him, and quietly slipped out of bed. My stomach growled a little —apparently, I was hungrier than I thought. I ran across the room, brushing my teeth in the bathroom before making my way to the kitchen.As I stepped into the kitchen, I immediately spotted Jamie. She was standing by the counter, engrossed in her phone. I didn’t think much of it at first, but as I took a step closer, I noticed the way she seemed to be focused so intently on her screen, like she was trying to hide something."Jamie!" I called out.She jumped, her body shaking as if I’d startled her. And the phone slipped from her hand and clattered to the
Last Updated : 2024-11-11CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Fifty.
Ken's POV: I sat at the kitchen counter, spooning cereal into my mouth. I hadn’t had an actual meal in what felt like weeks. The cereal was bland, tasteless, but it was quick and easy, which was all I had time for. I glanced around the kitchen, the dishes piling up in the sink, the countertops cluttered with the remnants of breakfast and half-finished cups of coffee. I was used to this. Mitchelle had never been one for domesticity, and honestly, I didn’t care. The fact that she spent more time in front of a mirror than taking care of anything else around here didn’t bother me much anymore. What bothered me was the reality of my situation. I was stuck with a woman that felt more like a business arrangement than anything resembling love. Mitchelle was too wrapped up in herself to notice, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t exactly in love with her anymore. The thought that she might be losing interest was honestly a relief. It made it easier to picture a life without her when the t
Last Updated : 2024-11-11CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Fifty One.
Noah's POV: I sat on the edge of the couch, my hands wrapped around a glass of whiskey that I hadn't yet touched. The kids were in their rooms, quiet for the moment. I could hear faint sounds of their voices, but nothing to distract me. I was still trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong with Mirabelle. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced up to see my grandad, stepping into the living room. "How are things going?" He asked, taking a seat opposite me. His voice was soft, like he didn’t want to intrude, but I knew he already knew the answer. I leaned back, running a hand through my hair. "Not great," I muttered. "Mirabelle and I... we had a fight." His brow furrowed, and he gave me a thoughtful look. “And what was it about?” I sighed. I wasn’t sure where to start, but I knew I had to tell him everything. I needed to get it out, to have someone listen without judgment. “I went out last night to meet a man who’s interested in selling a piece of lan
Last Updated : 2024-11-12CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Fifty Two.
Mirabelle's POV:The bouquet on my desk was obnoxiously large, it had both roses and lilies arranged. I didn’t bother to check the card to know who they were from, but I read it anyway."To my beautiful Mirabelle. I’m sorry. Please let me explain. Love, Noah."A sigh escaped me. Love. The word used to mean something. I could feel my fingers tighten around the card as my mind replayed the last few days. The picture of Noah with Natasha had branded itself in my memory, flaring up like a fire whenever I closed my eyes. He said it was innocent, that I had misunderstood, but how was I supposed to believe him? Even now, he was still working with her.I shoved the card into the drawer and pushed the bouquet aside. I had half a mind to toss them in the trash, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. As I tried to go back to work, my thoughts kept wandering back to Noah.Deep down, I wanted to forgive him. Part of me yearned for things to be as they once were, before Natasha and her perfect
Last Updated : 2024-11-15CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Fifty Three.
Noah's POV:I straightened my collar and ran a hand through my hair as I entered the lobby of Mirabelle’s office building, holding a bouquet of fresh lilies and roses. The receptionist looked up from her desk, giving me a polite but blank look.“Can I help you?” She asked, eyes flicking to the flowers, then back to me.“Yes. I’d like these delivered to Mirabelle Davis, please.” I replied.“Are you on her visitor list?” She asked, with just enough of a questioning tone to make my irritation spark.“I’m…Noah,” I introduced, biting back my pride. “I’m her husband.”“Oh, Mr. Sylvester!” The receptionist stood up. “I hadn’t realized—of course. I’ll see that they’re delivered right away.”As the receptionist turned to take the flowers, I hesitated, feeling a slight awkwardness at leaving without even a glimpse of Mirabelle. I wanted to see her reaction, to see if my gesture might chip away at her anger.“Actually…could you make sure she gets these directly?” I forced a smile, hoping to conv
Last Updated : 2024-11-15CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Fifty Four.
Mirabelle's POV:The silence in the study was oddly soothing as I sat at my desk, trying to push aside the thoughts of last night’s argument. I'd spent hours thinking about Noah, replaying his gestures and words over and over in my mind. The flowers, the apology, the effort to make things right… They all seemed genuine, but then my mind returned to the nagging question that refused to let her rest— why can't he call off the partnership with her, if he's truly sorry?My phone buzzed, and for a moment, I thought nothing of it. But when the notification flashed on the screen, my stomach twisted. Entertainment News: CEO Caught on Late-Night Outing with Model.Without even thinking, my finger hovered over the headline. A click. And then—there it was. A photo of Noah and Natasha. The image was grainy, taken in the dim light of a bar, their faces were close, heads bent toward one another. They looked… intimate, as if they were about to... My breath hitched. I had seen the photo before
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CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Ninety Eight.
Natasha's POV:Suddenly, my phone rang.I glanced at the side table, straining my neck to catch a glimpse of the Caller ID."ALLY 1?" I muttered aloud, my voice filled with anger and irritation.Why the hell is he calling me now?I pulled open the side table drawer, grabbed my business card, and tossed it at Zhao Feng. "Thanks for your services. Send me your account details, and I'll make sure you're well compensated.""But—""The job at The Peninsula, right?" I interrupted. And he nodded."We’ll discuss that when you text me.” I said curtly."Um... I..." He stammered, then rose from the bed and shuffled to where his clothes were scattered on the floor. He began dressing—slowly.What the hell?"Why the fuck are you still here? Get out already." I snapped, my patience wearing thin.He hurriedly pulled on his clothes, slipped my card into his pocket, and quietly made his way to the door. Just as I thought I was rid of him, his head popped back through the doorway."I really enjoyed—"Be
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Ninety Seven.
Natasha's POV:Zhao Feng behaved like the weak little man he is. He inserted his tongue deep inside my pussy and swiftly moved it up and down while holding my feet. His tongue had cleaned the sticky liquid that oozed from my pussy. We both caught sight of each other while looking at my tight nipples. I had to kick his testicles to remind him to keep begging.“Madam, please cure my erection. I’m desperate for sex and don’t have the balls to lure in a woman. The sticky liquid from your warm pussy has increased my lust. Please take command over my cock.” He pleaded dramatically.“Alright, you pathetic weak little man. Get on the bed and spread out your arms and legs.” I ordered him.I stood on the bed and stepped on his testicles. At first, he felt a sharp pain but then began to enjoy it, as his balls got between the mattress and my toe.I spat on his face and said. “Your cowardly cock is getting a taste of my pussy because I’m allowing it. You are not fucking me! I am fucking you! And
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Ninety Six.
Natasha's POV:His eyes widened in confusion. “Excuse me?”I tilted my head, reading his name tag aloud. “Zhao Feng.” I purred. “Why don’t you come in?”He hesitated, glancing nervously down the hallway. “Ma’am, I’m on duty. I can’t…”“Oh, come now.” I urged, stepping closer, my hand brushing against his chest. “I’ll make it worth your while.”“I could get fired.” He said, his voice barely over a whisper.I smirked, letting my fingers trail down his uniform. “This is the Four Seasons Hotel, the fourth most expensive hotel in Shanghai. If you get fired, I can secure you a higher position at The Peninsula, the most expensive hotel in the city.”His hesitation was obvious, his gaze flickered between my face and the hallway behind him. “Ma’am, I don’t…”“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t be scared, darling. I have connections all over Asia, especially in China. You’ll be safe with me.”He exhaled deeply. After a brief pause, he stepped inside and shut the door b
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Ninety Five.
Noah's POV:“Mr. Noah,” Simon greeted. “How can I help you?”“Simon,” I began, pacing again. “I need you to go to Samuel’s house. Now.”“Samuel’s house?” Simon asked, confused. “Is something wrong?”“He hasn’t been answering my calls for some days now.” I replied. “I want you to check on him and let me know if he’s alright.”“I don't understand, Sir.” He countered. “A few days ago, Samuel said that he was going on a leave for a few days to take care of his wife and he had already discussed everything with you. How is it now that you are unaware of his whereabouts?” Simon inquired.“I suspected that to be his reason for being unavailable. But now that you've just confirmed that he lied, I am starting to think that things aren't the way it seems.” I replied. “Just do as I said, go to Samuel's house and check up on him. Then I will know what to do next.”“Understood, sir. I’ll head there immediately.”“Good. And Simon.” I added. “Be discreet. If something’s wrong, I don’t want word getti
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Ninety Four.
Noah's POV:My jaw tightened. “I have nothing to do with this. I haven’t even met the man.”“They found his body this morning,” she continued, her voice low. “I was going to tell you, but... the authorities got here first.”“This doesn’t make any sense,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “I never even saw him.”“That may be true.” Natasha said. “But the authorities have evidence that places us near him. This isn’t going away, Noah. We have to cooperate.”“Cooperate?” I repeated. “I don’t have time for this. I need to get back to my wife.”“And I’m telling you that if you resist, things will only get worse.” Natasha said firmly. “We need to handle this carefully.” She added, crossing her armsMy eyes narrowed. “You said that Mr. Ali bailed out yesterday. You said that he was still in Hong Kong, so how exactly did you know about his passing?” I asked, genuinely confused.What kind of game is this, Natasha? What kind of game are you playing?“Stop.” She interrupted sharply, her
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Ninety Three.
Noah's POV:Mirabelle's words from earlier echoed in my mind relentlessly: “Don't come back, Noah. Please."I leaned back in the plush leather seat, gripping my phone tightly. She begged me not to come back, but how could I Stay away? I can't ignore the fact that she was in trouble, and no matter what she thought, I wasn’t about to sit back and let her handle it alone. I need to be there for her, to help her through the mess at her company, and to make things right.My fingers tightened around the phone. Despite her resistance, I have already decided. I am going home. The engines of the jet roared to life, but I was too restless to focus on the luxury of my surroundings. My jaw tightened as the memory of the news flashed before my eyes. Mirabelle’s company is on the brink of collapse. Fraud accusations. A shipment disaster. A fire. It was a chain reaction, one calamity after another. Was any of this connected to me? My secrets, my choices? The choices I made—might have indirect
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Ninety Two.
Mirabelle's POV: The bathroom mirror was fogged up, beads of water clinging to the surface as I stepped out, wrapping myself in a soft towel. I sat at the dressing table, absently smoothing lotion onto my arms. My reflection stared back at me—tired eyes, pale skin, and lips pressed into a thin line. Who is this woman? A soft chime interrupted my thoughts. My phone lit up on the table, and I froze. A notification. Reaching for it, I hesitated. The screen displayed Noah’s name and his message: “I’m on my way to the airport. I just saw the news.” What the hell? My hand tightened around the phone. Of all times, why now? I wasn’t ready to face him. He can't find out yet—not until I gathered enough evidence to expose him. Not until I am able to make him pay for all the lies, all the deceit. But can I truly do it? Can I really put the father of my children behind bars? My chest tightened at the thought. How would I explain it to the kids? Mika would be devastated. Tyler—he idoli
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Ninety One.
Noah's POV:The quiet hum of the hotel air conditioner filled the room as I stared at my phone. Another call unanswered. I sighed, leaning back on the plush chair in frustration. "Come on, Mirabelle." I muttered under my breath. "Pick up the damn phone."It has been over 30 fucking hours since we last spoke, and the growing silence between us made me irritated. I had called her more times than I cared to count—twenty, maybe even thirty. Each unanswered ring felt like another stone in my chest, dragging me down.My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Startled, I straightened up. “Who is it?”“It’s me, Natasha.” Her familiar voice called from the other side.Natasha? What the hell was she doing here so late? I crossed the room quickly and opened the door. Natasha stood there, looking unusually grim. Her expression made my stomach twist.“What’s wrong?” I asked.She stepped inside, glancing around nervously. “You need to see this, Noah.” She handed me a tablet, which was al
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Ninety.
Mirabelle’s POV:Not after everything I’d discovered. Twenty-four calls couldn’t erase the lies, the manipulation, or the damage he’d caused. Still, a strange unease settled over me as I put the phone down, shaking my head.Ken’s name caught my eye again, and without thinking, I tapped his number. As the phone rang, I silently prayed he’d still be awake.He picked up on the third ring. “Mirabelle?” His voice was groggy but alert.“Hey.” I said, forcing a calm tone.“Everything okay?” He asked quickly.“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I saw I missed your calls and thought I’d check in.”Ken let out a soft sigh. “I wasn’t sure if you’d call back. I didn’t want to bother you, but I couldn’t sleep without apologizing.”“Apologizing?” I frowned. “For what?”“For earlier.” He said, his voice filled with regret. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable when you came over. That wasn’t my intention at all.”“Ken…”“Let me finish.” He interrupted gently. “The reason I brought you over wasn’t to ta
