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Chapter Sixty Seven.
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Esther EstiePoor Noah 🥺❤️ sigh... It's never been easy to be the perfect man and husband. But it is clear he is giving his all to make his dear wife happy 🥰 ✨
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Mirabelle’s POV:Sitting at my desk, I tried to focus on the document in front of me, but the words blurred, and I found myself staring blankly at the screen. Noah’s voice still echoed in my mind from this morning, his promises sounding sincere, yet his sudden trip left me uneasy. I had accepted his reassurances, or at least I had tried. When we had resolved our issues, I had wanted to believe him—believe in us—but now I couldn’t shake the doubts that crept into my thoughts.Why did it have to be so soon? Why did this business trip with Natasha have to be moved up? I was tired of doubting, tired of feeling like I was on the outside of my own marriage, but the timing felt too inconvenient. Natasha’s name hung in my mind like a dark cloud. The woman always seemed to be right there, just close enough to make me disgusted.I shook my head and tried to focus again, my fingers drumming nervously against the desk. A knock on my office door startled me, and I looked up to see Claire, a boa
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty Nine.
Mirabelle’s POV:The days slipped by faster than I expected, and before I knew it, the night before Noah's trip to Shanghai had arrived. We were in our bedroom, and he was packing his bags, folding shirts, and arranging everything in a kind of way that always made me smile. I watched him from the edge of the bed, my thoughts racing.I kept telling myself to stay strong, repeating it like a chant—Nothing is going to happen. Noah is nothing like him. Noah is not like Ken. Noah is mine and would never hurt me. Yet, despite the reassurance, there was a subtle voice in my head trying to remind me that Noah and Ken both came from the same sperm.There was a part of me that wanted to cling to him, to demand that he stayed and not leave me behind, but I knew better. I wouldn’t let those insecurities rule me.“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” I asked. I hated how fragile I sounded, how small I felt just sitting there and watching him prepare to leave. Noah glanced up at me and smiled. “
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Seventy.
Mirabelle's POV:“Daddy, please don’t go!” Mika’s voice was choked with sobs, as she clutched the front of his shirt with tiny fingers. “I want to come with you!”Noah’s smile faltered, and he hugged her tighter. “I know, sweetheart. I wish I could take you with me. But like I said, I need you to be here and take care of Mommy and your brothers. Okay? Can you do that for me?”Mika shook her head, her face buried in his shoulder, but Noah kept speaking softly to her until she finally nodded, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. Tyler, trying to be brave, gave Noah a quick hug and promised to help out around the house while he was gone. Skyler just stood back, his eyes wide and serious, as if he were still processing what it meant for Noah to be leaving.Finally, Noah stood up, giving the kids one last smile before turning to me. “Ready?” he asked, and I nodded.We left the house together, waving goodbye as Jamie led the kids back inside for breakfast before she dropped them off at school
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Seventy One.
Mirabelle's POV:I had researched enough to know that this was where he liked to spend his afternoons these days.Rumors of his drinking problem had been circulating for weeks, and if I was honest with myself, I would have chosen this bar precisely because I knew there was a chance of running into him.A voice in my head whispered that maybe, deep down, I’d hoped to see him here. That I would come looking for a distraction. But I shoved the thought aside, choosing to believe that this was all just a coincidence.I arched an eyebrow at him, trying to feign surprise. “Ken. What a... coincidence.”His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he took the seat beside me. “What brings you here, Mirabelle?”I shrugged, glancing back down at my phone. “I could ask you the same.”Ken chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in the sound. “I guess you still haven’t sorted out your issue with Noah, have you?”I shot him a sharp look. “We’re good, Ken,” I said flatly. I could feel my defenses rising.
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Seventy Two.
Mirabelle's POV: I had researched enough to know that this was where he liked to spend his afternoons these days. Rumors of his drinking problem had been circulating for weeks, and if I was honest with myself, I would have chosen this bar precisely because I knew there was a chance of running into him. A voice in my head whispered that maybe, deep down, I’d hoped to see him here. That I would come looking for a distraction. But I shoved the thought aside, choosing to believe that this was all just a coincidence. I arched an eyebrow at him, trying to feign surprise. “Ken. What a... coincidence.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he took the seat beside me. “What brings you here, Mirabelle?” I shrugged, glancing back down at my phone. “I could ask you the same.” Ken chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in the sound. “I guess you still haven’t sorted out your issue with Noah, have you?” I shot him a sharp look. “We’re good, Ken,” I said flatly. I could feel my d
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Seventy Three.
Noah's POV:I sat across from Natasha at the breakfast table, a steaming plate of dumplings between us. She picked at her food delicately, stirring her coffee while talking about Shanghai's vibrant culture, her voice sliding easily between topics. But I wasn't fooled. I knew she was working towards something; she always has.I did my best to stay focused on the business. "So," I said, cutting through whatever memory she was in the middle of sharing. "About Mr. Ali's land—are there any particular challenges with the zoning I should know about?"Natasha’s smile was teasing. “Oh, Noah, always straight to the point.” She began. “But before we get to that, do you remember the school trip years ago. Do you remember that dinner we had back in Milan, at that little restaurant by the Duomo? You barely touched your food back then, too, because you were too busy talking about the trip.”My stomach twisted. I remembered Milan vaguely—strictly for fun, as far as I was concerned. But Natasha ha
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Seventy Four.
Mirabelle's POV:I sat at my desk, staring at the stack of paperwork. My eyes felt heavy, and the clock on my computer read 9:12 p.m. I should have been home two hours ago, but my mind was stuck in Shanghai. More accurately, it was stuck in that moment earlier when Noah cut our conversation short because of Natasha’s sudden arrival. He said he loved me, and I didn’t say it back.“Focus, Mira,” I muttered, rubbing my temples and forcing myself to glance back at the documents. Numbers, words, data—they swam in front of me, meaningless. It was no use. My thoughts kept circling back to Noah’s voice, how it had gone tense and cautious, when he said he had to go.I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sudden vibration of my phone on the desk. Noah’s name flashed on the screen. My heart skipped a beat. I hesitated, thumb hovering over the answer button, then picked up.“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice calm, trying not to sound like I'd been obsessing over our earlier call.“Hey, Mira.” He
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter One.
Mirabelle's POV.I felt bubbles rumbling in my tummy as I excitedly walked down the long hallway of a famous hotel suite in New York, I stopped midway after noticing the countless doors along the way. A remembrance flashed across my head so I hurriedly took out my phone. I squinted my eyes at the screen, struggling to read through the text my husband, Ken Sylvester, had sent to me earlier this evening In my intoxicated state. {I am sorry for how I treated you earlier today, Mira. And I would love to make it up to you. I will be waiting for you in Lorenzo’s five-star hotel in suite 901.} Said the text. Earlier today, I went to the bar for the first time in many months just to drown myself in alcohol, aiming to take away the pain within me. Want to know why I went there? Well, my husband had threatened to file for a divorce, with the false accusation of me seeing another man outside our marriage, and he vowed that he would divorce me if I dared cheat on him again. I tried to mak
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Mirabelle's POV:I sat at my desk, staring at the stack of paperwork. My eyes felt heavy, and the clock on my computer read 9:12 p.m. I should have been home two hours ago, but my mind was stuck in Shanghai. More accurately, it was stuck in that moment earlier when Noah cut our conversation short because of Natasha’s sudden arrival. He said he loved me, and I didn’t say it back.“Focus, Mira,” I muttered, rubbing my temples and forcing myself to glance back at the documents. Numbers, words, data—they swam in front of me, meaningless. It was no use. My thoughts kept circling back to Noah’s voice, how it had gone tense and cautious, when he said he had to go.I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sudden vibration of my phone on the desk. Noah’s name flashed on the screen. My heart skipped a beat. I hesitated, thumb hovering over the answer button, then picked up.“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice calm, trying not to sound like I'd been obsessing over our earlier call.“Hey, Mira.” He
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Noah's POV:I sat across from Natasha at the breakfast table, a steaming plate of dumplings between us. She picked at her food delicately, stirring her coffee while talking about Shanghai's vibrant culture, her voice sliding easily between topics. But I wasn't fooled. I knew she was working towards something; she always has.I did my best to stay focused on the business. "So," I said, cutting through whatever memory she was in the middle of sharing. "About Mr. Ali's land—are there any particular challenges with the zoning I should know about?"Natasha’s smile was teasing. “Oh, Noah, always straight to the point.” She began. “But before we get to that, do you remember the school trip years ago. Do you remember that dinner we had back in Milan, at that little restaurant by the Duomo? You barely touched your food back then, too, because you were too busy talking about the trip.”My stomach twisted. I remembered Milan vaguely—strictly for fun, as far as I was concerned. But Natasha ha
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Seventy Two.
Mirabelle's POV: I had researched enough to know that this was where he liked to spend his afternoons these days. Rumors of his drinking problem had been circulating for weeks, and if I was honest with myself, I would have chosen this bar precisely because I knew there was a chance of running into him. A voice in my head whispered that maybe, deep down, I’d hoped to see him here. That I would come looking for a distraction. But I shoved the thought aside, choosing to believe that this was all just a coincidence. I arched an eyebrow at him, trying to feign surprise. “Ken. What a... coincidence.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he took the seat beside me. “What brings you here, Mirabelle?” I shrugged, glancing back down at my phone. “I could ask you the same.” Ken chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in the sound. “I guess you still haven’t sorted out your issue with Noah, have you?” I shot him a sharp look. “We’re good, Ken,” I said flatly. I could feel my d
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Seventy One.
Mirabelle's POV:I had researched enough to know that this was where he liked to spend his afternoons these days.Rumors of his drinking problem had been circulating for weeks, and if I was honest with myself, I would have chosen this bar precisely because I knew there was a chance of running into him.A voice in my head whispered that maybe, deep down, I’d hoped to see him here. That I would come looking for a distraction. But I shoved the thought aside, choosing to believe that this was all just a coincidence.I arched an eyebrow at him, trying to feign surprise. “Ken. What a... coincidence.”His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he took the seat beside me. “What brings you here, Mirabelle?”I shrugged, glancing back down at my phone. “I could ask you the same.”Ken chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in the sound. “I guess you still haven’t sorted out your issue with Noah, have you?”I shot him a sharp look. “We’re good, Ken,” I said flatly. I could feel my defenses rising.
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Seventy.
Mirabelle's POV:“Daddy, please don’t go!” Mika’s voice was choked with sobs, as she clutched the front of his shirt with tiny fingers. “I want to come with you!”Noah’s smile faltered, and he hugged her tighter. “I know, sweetheart. I wish I could take you with me. But like I said, I need you to be here and take care of Mommy and your brothers. Okay? Can you do that for me?”Mika shook her head, her face buried in his shoulder, but Noah kept speaking softly to her until she finally nodded, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. Tyler, trying to be brave, gave Noah a quick hug and promised to help out around the house while he was gone. Skyler just stood back, his eyes wide and serious, as if he were still processing what it meant for Noah to be leaving.Finally, Noah stood up, giving the kids one last smile before turning to me. “Ready?” he asked, and I nodded.We left the house together, waving goodbye as Jamie led the kids back inside for breakfast before she dropped them off at school
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty Nine.
Mirabelle’s POV:The days slipped by faster than I expected, and before I knew it, the night before Noah's trip to Shanghai had arrived. We were in our bedroom, and he was packing his bags, folding shirts, and arranging everything in a kind of way that always made me smile. I watched him from the edge of the bed, my thoughts racing.I kept telling myself to stay strong, repeating it like a chant—Nothing is going to happen. Noah is nothing like him. Noah is not like Ken. Noah is mine and would never hurt me. Yet, despite the reassurance, there was a subtle voice in my head trying to remind me that Noah and Ken both came from the same sperm.There was a part of me that wanted to cling to him, to demand that he stayed and not leave me behind, but I knew better. I wouldn’t let those insecurities rule me.“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” I asked. I hated how fragile I sounded, how small I felt just sitting there and watching him prepare to leave. Noah glanced up at me and smiled. “
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty Eight.
Mirabelle’s POV:Sitting at my desk, I tried to focus on the document in front of me, but the words blurred, and I found myself staring blankly at the screen. Noah’s voice still echoed in my mind from this morning, his promises sounding sincere, yet his sudden trip left me uneasy. I had accepted his reassurances, or at least I had tried. When we had resolved our issues, I had wanted to believe him—believe in us—but now I couldn’t shake the doubts that crept into my thoughts.Why did it have to be so soon? Why did this business trip with Natasha have to be moved up? I was tired of doubting, tired of feeling like I was on the outside of my own marriage, but the timing felt too inconvenient. Natasha’s name hung in my mind like a dark cloud. The woman always seemed to be right there, just close enough to make me disgusted.I shook my head and tried to focus again, my fingers drumming nervously against the desk. A knock on my office door startled me, and I looked up to see Claire, a boa
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty Seven.
Noah's POV: She felt so small against me, and I held her tightly. “Nothing’s going to happen,” I said quietly. “I promise. You have to believe me. It’s just work.” Her body tensed for a moment, but then she relaxed, nodding her head slowly. “Sure,” she whispered, though her voice lacked warmth. “But you should tell the kids at breakfast that you’re leaving. I won't be the one breaking the news nor would I handle Mika's drama.” ‘Guess I can't skip breakfast then.’ I said to myself. “I will,” I said, releasing her. She started to turn away when a thought crossed her mind, and she stopped, looking back at me with a playful frown. “Wait a second!” She said, tilting her head. “When are you even coming back?” I froze, unsure of what to say. I hadn’t even thought that far ahead. “I... I’m not sure,” I admitted finally. “Hopefully, it won’t be long.” She sighed and shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Just make sure you come back early, Noah.” I laughed softly. “I promis
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty Six.
Mitchelle's POV:I followed him. “You said that last month, and the month before that! We’re drowning in debt because of you!”Ken turned around, he grabbed a vase from the counter and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, sending shards of porcelain scattering across the floor. I flinched, my breath catching in my throat.“Don’t push me, Mitchelle. The next time it might just be you that will be flung across the room.” He hissed. “I’m doing everything I can, and I won’t have you standing there, acting like you’re some saint when you’ve done nothing but sit around and criticize.”For a moment, I couldn’t find my voice. I stared at him, my heart pounding, and I wondered how it had come to this—how did the man I once loved had become a stranger who only knew how to shout and break things. I wanted to scream, to throw something back at him, but I was too exhausted. I had no more fight left in me.Instead, I turned away, my hands trembling as I grabbed my phone from th
