CEO’s regret: Winning my wife back

ELEANOR— I don’t know how much I cried last night before falling asleep, my body eventually surrendering to drowsiness. But the remnants of my tears still linger, a stinging sensation in my eyes and a dull ache in my chest. My face feels stiff this morning, the muscles strained from holding back sobs last night, while my eyes throb with a heavy, unshed weight. I touch the empty bed beside me and take hold of the empty house. I’m always used to an empty house; Arthur is a working man and he often leaves me home alone. But today’s emptiness feels so hollow, so deep and so solemn. I make my way to the kitchen to drown my stomach in water, only to meet a huge note on the kitchen island. A note that says: “I’ll prepare the divorce papers as soon as possible and send them to you ‘Arthur— I bite back a curse, my fingers crumpling the paper in my hand, but I manage to keep my emotions in check. Arthur seems unfazed about this whole thing, and I will try to follow his lead. I po

ELEANOR- It’s crazy, that during my four years of being married to this man, I’ve never seen such an outburst from him, such visible livid fumes curling out of his ears. He is making me feel small and I wish for nothing but the ground to open up and swallow me. I just wanted to help. I didn’t mean to cause any ruckus. I never could have imagined that a single phone call could trigger such a drastic chain of events. But as I stand there, frozen in shock, I realize that it's not just the call itself - it's the venomous words that spill from Arthur's lips like poison. My heart plummets into my stomach as I watch him unleash a fury I've never seen before. His eyes blaze with a fierce intensity, and his voice is low and menacing. "If anything happens to Brianna, you'd better be prepared to face the consequences," he growls, his words dripping with malice. "And worry about being able to afford to take responsibility." .Arthur spins on his heel and strides out the door, leaving me r

ARTHUR — -Eleanor's gaze meets mine, and for a fleeting instant, time stands still. I arch an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing on my lips. Cradled in my arms, she exudes a subtle sweetness, her delicate fragrance intoxicating. The way she nestles into my embrace, fitting seamlessly against me, is utterly captivating.“You’re quite the clingy one aren’t you, waking up and holding me so dearly like this,” I tease, kissing my teeth and shaking my head.I watch Eleanor’s face heat up. She wiggles her body and breaks our contact.“Are you crazy?” I notice her cheeks are crimson.She hastily pulls her night dress to cover the rest of her body, her gaze scattering around the room before she turns to me and sneers.“Shut up!” Her voice comes out barely audible, but instead of anger like she is trying to instigate, it comes out flustered.I secretly smile to myself as she walks away to get properly dressed.I adore this side of her, this shy and flustered side of her that is new to m

—ARTHUR.-Last night was a mess. An off-the-counter kind of mess.I was drunk and disheveled and Brianna came onto me and decided to kiss me in the most back-hurting position where I couldn’t break it off easily and as fast as possible and Eleanor just had to walk in on us.I hate that she saw us like that, and I hate the way she stormed off.That incident still infuriates me today, and nothing will deter me from having a conversation with Eleanor. I'll even cut my meeting short if necessary to make sure I get the chance to talk to her.Feeling more than sobered up, I get into my car and make my way to Melodia Music School.I am confronting Eleanor right now and nothing’s going to stop that.I detest misunderstanding.I pull up in front of The school and make my way into the school building not caring if my car gets towed with my wrong parking.I haven’t been here before, I don’t know where these halls lead to and I don’t know where Eleanor’s office is.As I make my way down the hall

—ELEANORThe night is still young, but exhaustion weighs on my limbs as I watch my colleagues gather their things. The company dinner we just had, had been nothing short of indulgent, and I can still feel the satisfying heaviness in my stomach from the rich food.Despite the lingering warmth of laughter and conversation, I have no desire to linger. The urge to slip away unnoticed pulls at me.I reach for my bag, pulling it close as I lower my head, ready to disappear into the night before anyone notices.But a familiar voice calling out my name makes me freeze.“Eleanor”I turn slightly, finding Justin, the school’s music director— my boss— standing a few feet away, hands tucked casually into his pockets. He’s watching me with that easy, confident smile of his.“Justin” I say awkwardly, He approaches me. “Let me drive you home.”I immediately start to shake my head. “Ah… you don’t have to,” I say, keeping my voice light but firm. “I can manage.”“It’s okay, it’s nothing,