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CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Thirty Five.
Mirabelle's POV:Mr. Charles raised an eyebrow. “Everything alright?”“It’s just... an unexpected call,” I said, trying to maintain my composure.“Take your time.” He said, leaning back in his chair.I pressed accept. “Mitchelle, what’s going on?”“Did you let Noah know that you bailed Ken out?” Mitchelle asked.“Excuse me?” I pressed.“Well, I don't think any husband would want to learn that his wife bailed her ex-husband out.” She replied.I glanced at Mr. Charles, who was observing me quietly. “I don’t have time for this, Mitchelle. I’m in a meeting.”“Am so sorry for interrupting something so important, Estella. Maybe I can call Noah, and let him know what you did. I guess that's better.” She added.“Like I said, Mitchelle. I am busy so you are free to do whatever the fuck you want.” I hung up, turning back to Mr. Charles, who looked curious. “I’m sorry about that interruption. Where were we?”As I drove back home, my mind raced. What if Mitchelle had already told Noah about baili
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Thirty Six.
Noah's POV:As I stepped into the house, I noticed that the kids were asleep, leaving the house unusually quiet. I walked into the living room and caught a glimpse of Mirabelle, her head bent over a stack of paperwork.Leaning down, I placed a gentle peck on her cheek.“Hey, babe,” I murmured, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips.Hey, babe.” He said, leaning down to give me a quick peck on the cheek. “How was your day?”“Busy, as always.” She replied without looking up. “What are you up to?” I asked, heading towards the bathroom to freshen up.“Just the usual paperwork.” She said, returning the smile.I nodded, then I stepped into the bathroom. After a few minutes, I returned, dressed in his nightwear with a face towel draped over his neck. Noticing that Mirabelle was still focused on her papers, I opened my mouth to suggest she get some sleep when she turned to me.“Babe, I want to tell you something. Promise me you won’t get upset.” She said, her voice trembling slightl
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Thirty Seven.
Mirabelle's POV:I slipped on my dark brown trench coat over my short handless black sequined dress. Then I tied my hair up neatly in a bun.As I reached the front door, I saw Jamie waiting patiently, a warm smile on her face. “Wow, Ma'am! You look absolutely stunning!” She exclaimed.“Thank you, Jamie,” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush. “Have fun tonight! I’ll make sure everything is locked up.” She said, giving me a reassuring nod.“Thanks! I’ll see you later!” I called back as I stepped outside.Noah was leaning against the car, and his back straightened as soon as he saw me. His gaze traveled from my heels up to my face, and I could see the admiration in his eyes. “Wow, you look incredible and you’re absolutely sexy.”I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you! You don’t look too bad yourself,” I teased, glancing at his shirt and trousers.Then he opened the car door for me, and I slid inside. “So, what’s the title of the movie we’re watching?” I asked as he pulled away from the cu
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Thirty Eight.
Noah's POV:I rubbed my hands against the two of them, as she whined slowly on my dick. Soon I replaced my left hand with my lips. And I began to nibble softly on her boobs while my left hand squeezed the other boob.The more I sucked, the louder her moan. So I began to give her light bites, just to make her moan even louder.“Fuck… Noah.” I pulled her dress up, held her butt cheeks tightly, and began to guide it up and down my dick. “Fuckk.” I let out a moan as I felt my cock grow bigger inside her.“Deeper, go in deeper.” She instructed.“Your wish is my command.’ I replied, then I started to move my hips up and down to hit her even deeper while I spanked her ass. “Am about to cum.” She announced, and I increased my pace and banged her faster.Soon she climaxed, her cum dropped down my dick but I didn't stop banging her until I reached my peak and came inside of her.____On our way home, I noticed that Mirabelle's gaze was fixed out the window, but I could see the slight blush on
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Thirty Nine.
Mirabelle's POV:When I woke up, I realized that Noah wasn’t beside me. I frowned, glancing around the room. He wasn’t in the bathroom either. The sound of running water was absent. I pushed back the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the floor against my feet.I padded downstairs, and as I reached the kitchen, I found Jamie busy at the counter, preparing breakfast.“Hey, Jamie,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “Have you seen Noah?”She looked up. “Oh, good Ma'am! He had to rush out. All dressed up, too. I think he went to the office.”“Thanks.” I turned to leave but Jamie called out after me.“Wait a second!”I turned back to see her scratching her head shyly. “What is it?”“You, um, have a little stain on your clothes.” She pointed with a knowing look.My cheeks flushed as I glanced down. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, rushing back upstairs.Sure enough, there was a small stain on my pajama bottoms. Annoyed, I dashed into the bathroom. Darn it! Why now?I fi
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Fourty.
Mirabelle's POV:My heart stopped. “What? No, Skyler, I—” I stammered, caught off guard.“Why did you throw up, then?” He pressed, oblivious to the awkwardness he’d created.I shot Noah a glance, my mind racing. This was not the conversation I wanted to have with a child. “I just didn’t feel well, that’s all.” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice calm.“Maybe you ate something bad,” Skyler suggested.“Maybe,” I said, forcing a smile. “Let’s focus on getting you all cleaned up and ready for lunch, okay?”____As we settled into the back of the red sports car. I turned to Noah, who wore a black tailored suit, while I wore a black strapless satin evening dress with a high-end French fishtail.“You look handsome,” I said, smiling widely.Smiling, he said. “Am glad you think that I am handsome.” Planting a kiss on the back of my hand.When we arrived at the venue, Noah stepped out first, straightening his tie before the driver opened my door. Then I took a deep breath and followed him
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Forty One.
Noah's POV:I leaned back in my office chair, as I reviewed the project reports spread across my desk. Derek, who was pacing beside me, began. “Listen, Noah, if we don’t secure a space soon, we’re going to have to postpone the building once more. We can’t afford that, the investors might back off thinking that we are not serious.” He urged, rubbing the back of his neck.“I know, Derek,” I replied, forcing a smile. “I guess we just need to be patient, the right opportunity will surely come along.” He murmured. “Patience isn’t what we need right now.” I shot back. “We need action. Have you considered expanding your search outside the city of Shanghai?”Before he could respond, the office telephone rang, cutting through our conversation. I picked it up, glancing at Derek. “Yes?”“Mr. Sylvester, it's the receptionist here. I have someone who wants to see you. She says it’s urgent.”“Who is it?” I asked.“She said her name is Natasha. And that you’d know her immediately once I mention
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Forty Two.
Mirabelle's POV:Later that evening, Noah arrived home. I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, my back turned to him, but I could hear his approaching footsteps.“Hey, babe.” He called out, dropping his bag on the floor.I turned, a smile lighting up my face. “Hey! How was your day?”“Productive.” He replied, moving closer. “I spoke with a friend about the project, and we might have a lead on a new property.”“Really? That’s great!” I exclaimed. “I knew you’d figure it out.”He smiled widely. “Yeah, she might have a connection that could help.”“Who?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I stirred the pot on the stove.“Natasha!” He replied.That slimy bitch!Taking a deep breath. “Ah, I see. Well, as long as it helps the project, right?” I said, turning back to the cooker. “Exactly.” He replied. “How was your day?”“Slept all day, but I should be strong enough to go to work tomorrow now that my period is over,” I explained.“Why are you making breakfast, though? Where's Jamie?” He asked.
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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 promise, I’ll
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
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty Five.
Mitchelle's POV:He took a step closer. "This is different," He hissed. "I know you’re up to something. You’ve been acting strange for weeks, and now you won’t even tell me where you’ve been."I laughed, but it was bitter and hollow. "You think I’m acting strange? Have you looked in the mirror lately, Ken? You’ve been distant, distracted—like you’re hiding something. So don’t lecture me about secrets."Ken’s face twisted and before I could react, he threw the glass he was holding against the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces, and the sound echoed through the room like a gunshot. My heart jumped in my chest, but I refused to flinch. I stood my ground, even as he took another step toward me, his eyes blazing with rage."Don’t you dare talk to me like that," he growled, his voice shaking. "You owe me respect.""Respect?" I shot back, my voice rising. "Respect goes both ways, Ken. You don’t get to treat me like I’m some possession you own. I won’t be controlled by you, not anymore
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty Four.
Mitchelle's POV:My grip on the glass tightened. Mirabelle. Of course this was about her. It has to be about her. “Get to the point,” I said impatiently. “What exactly are you proposing?” Natasha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want Noah back. And I can’t do that with Mirabelle playing the perfect wife. But you—” she paused, eyeing me carefully “—you seem to have your own issues with Mirabelle. And don’t try to deny it. I can see it in your eyes.”How the hell did she know about my issues with Estella?“Sounds like you've done a research on me, which means you must know that Mirabelle is my sister. So what makes you think that I would want to engage in such conversations with you.” I countered.“Stepsister.” She corrected me. “And yes I did a research and I discovered that you stole her husband, which also means that you don't really have a relationship with her.” She clapped back.She wasn’t wrong. The anger, the resentment towards her, it had been building for
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty Three.
Noah's POV: “I’ve missed you so much.” I confessed genuinely, fumbling for her bra clasp. “Same,” She moaned, arching her back. “Front clasp,” Mira explained and with one flick of my fingers, her surprisingly perfect breasts sprang forth, even after having three kids for me. Aren't I so lucky? I definitely was. “Turn around,” I said huskily, placing my hands on her waist. “Ohhhhh,” She moaned, as I got on my knees. Touching my lips to the band of her lace thong, I delicately placed my lips and teeth around the fabric and began pulling it down. “Fuck,” She whispered. I found her laying down with me hovering above her. I massaged her scalp with strong fingers, digging in just the right amount while dropping gentle kisses on her lips, neck and shoulders. Her nipples were so hard I was afraid they’d pop off, and while my dick throbbed with need I grabbed the back of her head gently, pulling her closer for a deep kiss. Bending down, I began to worship her breasts with my ton
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty Two.
Mirabelle's POV: I swallowed, my throat dry. "But what if you do?" I asked quietly. "What if you keep working with her? And then you end up getting close to her in a way that I can’t handle? What happens to us then?" I finally voiced my insecurity and didn't act as strong as I did before. Noah shifted, sitting up fully now, and his expression softened. "Mirabelle, you have to trust me. I've never given you a reason to doubt me, have I?" I stared at him for a long moment. I didn’t want to admit it, but I felt like everything had changed. "I want to trust you," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But how can I? I know it’s silly, but seeing you with Natasha—it just feels like you’re slipping away from me."Noah’s jaw tightened, and he reached out, placing a hand on my knee. "Mirabelle, you need to trust me. Especially after everything we’ve been through." I felt my chest tighten."I know," I said, forcing out a smile. "I know you’ve always had my back, and I’m grateful
CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET Chapter Sixty One.
Mirabelle's POV:“Mirabelle?” Ken’s voice was gentle but insistent. “What is it?”I sighed and pushed my chair back abruptly. “I have to go.” I said, smiling. “I’m sorry, Ken, I can’t do this right now.”“Mirabelle, wait—” he started, but I was already walking out of the restaurant, the door slamming shut behind me.I got home earlier than usual and found Jamie tidying up the living room. She looked up as I came in, her eyes widening when she saw my face.“Is everything alright, Mrs. Sylvester?” she asked, setting down the duster. I opened my mouth to say yes, to tell her not to worry, but instead, something inside me broke. “No,” I said, and my voice cracked. “No, Jamie, nothing is alright.” She was by my side in an instant, guiding me to the kitchen table and pushing a steaming cup of tea into my hands. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salt of my tears on my lips. “Take your time, dear,” Jamie said softly, sitting down across from me. I told her everything—t
