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Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging
Last Updated : 2025-04-16
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In the glittering world of high finance and luxury penthouses, Maya thought she had it all. A fairytale marriage to a powerful CEO, wealth beyond imagination, and the promise of a perfect life. But beneath the polished surface lies a web of deceit, manipulation, and shattered dreams. As the cracks in her golden cage begin to show, Maya discovers that the price of her apparent success is her very identity. Trapped between familial expectations and a husband's cruel indifference, she finds herself fading into the background of her own life. But a chance encounter at a company gala sparks something long dormant in Maya – a fierce determination to reclaim her worth. As she navigates treacherous waters of family loyalty, marital obligations, and self-discovery, Maya must make a choice: continue living a lie or risk everything for a chance at true happiness. With each step towards freedom, the stakes grow higher, and the dangers more real. In a world where appearance is everything, Maya's journey to find her voice threatens to topple empires built on secrets and lies. Will she find the strength to break free from the chains of expectation? Or will the price of her rebellion prove too high to bear? One thing is certain – in the game of love and power, nothing is ever as it seems.
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Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Desperate Attempt
I chose a small café in the arts district for the meeting—neutral territory, always crowded with students, and importantly, no alcohol served. Given Fiona's history, meeting at a bar seemed unwise.I arrived twenty minutes early to secure a table with a clear view of the door and both exits. Old habits from my escape from Daniel. I ordered herbal tea, declining the barista's suggestion of their "amazing fresh scones."Fiona arrived exactly on time, making an entrance as she always did—head held high, eyes scanning the room as if taking inventory. She'd lost weight since I'd last seen her, her cheekbones more pronounced, her designer clothes hanging slightly loose. Her eyes found me immediately.The look that crossed her face was hard to read—not exactly hostility, but a complex mix of emotio
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MayaMy apartment had become a paper labyrinth. Every flat surface—dining table, coffee table, kitchen counter, even parts of the floor—was covered with documents, sketches, and diagrams. The foundation had started as a vague idea the night at the cabin, something Alex and I had discussed over bad whiskey and raw emotions. Now it was consuming my life in the best possible way.I took a step back, surveying the organized chaos. Application for 501(c)(3) status, check. Mission statement, check. Draft bylaws, check. Potential board members, in progress.My phone buzzed with a text from Olivia: Just got off call with the attorneys. Good to go on the name.That had been our biggest hurdle. The Kingstons' lawyers had fired off cease-and-de
Last Updated : 2025-04-15Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Caged
Three hours and two martinis later, I was sprawled on my sofa, scrolling through Maya's Instagram like it was a crime scene I couldn't look away from.Her latest post—a teaser for the foundation's launch event—already had twelve thousand likes. The comments were nauseating: So inspiring! A true artist reclaiming her heritage! Can't wait to see what you do next!I switched to my own profile. The post announcing my "new creative consulting venture" had garnered a pathetic eighty-seven likes, most from bots and distant acquaintances who hadn't heard about my fall from grace.Somewhere between the third and fourth martini, I'd started drafting comments on Maya's posts, deleting each one before sending. What would I even say?
Last Updated : 2025-04-15Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Meeting Meridian
FionaThree Weeks LaterI adjusted my Valentino blazer in the elevator mirror, checking my lipstick for the third time. Not a smudge. Perfect. The way everything about me needed to be today.Meridian Design Group occupied the entire thirty-eighth floor of a gleaming glass tower that screamed new money—unlike the tasteful limestone building that housed Russo Designs. Or should I say, Maya's designs now.That thought sent another sick wave through my stomach. I pushed it down, the way I'd been taught. Feelings were liabilities. Especially in business.The elevator doors opened directly into Meridian's reception area—all chrome and white leather and those weird plants that look fake but aren't. The receptionist glanced up from he
Last Updated : 2025-04-14Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Panic Attack
Outside, the night air was sharp with cold, stars impossibly bright in the clear mountain sky. I sat on the porch steps, my breath clouding before me, and tried to make sense of everything I'd learned.Three families—the Thornes, the Russos, the Kingstons—tangled together decades before I was born, their ambitions and betrayals setting the course for my entire life. I'd been born into one, stolen by another, married into the third. Every major relationship in my life had been shaped by this ancient wrong, this messiness.And now I held the proof of it all, the key to potentially destroying careers, legacies, reputations. I could bring my parents down with this evidence. Could implicate the Thornes in the cover-up that followed. Could reveal that Giuseppe Russo had known all along who had taken me and why.
Last Updated : 2025-04-14Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging What the Stone Kept
I peeled away the brittle tape, the sound unnaturally loud in the basement's stillness. The hinges protested as I opened the lid.Inside was a manila envelope, discolored with age, and on top of it, a single glass bead—larger than the ones I usually made, its surface an intricate swirl of deep blue and green. I recognized the pattern immediately. I'd been trying to recreate it for years, never quite getting it right. I picked it up, held it to the light. Inside the glass, almost invisible unless you knew to look for it, was the tiny stylized "LV""Her signature piece," I said softly. "The one they stole."I set it carefully aside and opened the envelope. Inside were documents—some original, some photocopies, all showing their age. The first was a patent application dated 1982, complete with detailed drawings of the spiral technique that would later become the foundation of the "Vega method." The name on the application: Guadalupe Vega.Next came photographs where a much younger Mami L
Last Updated : 2025-04-13Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Getting it out
The drive back to the mountains felt both longer and shorter than I remembered. Alex kept quiet most of the way, letting me stare out the window at the landscape gradually shifting from suburbia to farmland to forest. His Range Rover handled the rutted access road better than my sedan had, the headlights cutting through darkness that seemed more absolute with each mile."It's up ahead," I said, when the silence had stretched too long. "Around that bend."Alex nodded, eyes on the road. "I remember."He glanced at me, like he'd said something he shouldn't have, but I just nodded. "Right."We were past all that already.The cabin looked smaller than it had just days ago, or maybe that was just the effect of seeing it through new eyes. Seeing the cabin, made something well up in my chest. I hated how I was feeling right now. My chest was tightening around my heart. I swallowed hard as Alex pulled over just close enough to the Cabin, and the engine idled. We sat in the silence just starin
Last Updated : 2025-04-13Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging A Farewell
I blinked, returning to the present as Olivia gently touched my arm. The priest was looking at me expectantly—my cue to speak.I moved to the simple podium. Looking out at the small gathering—just Olivia, a few nurses from Sunset Valley who'd grown fond of Mami Lulu, and, to my surprise, Grandfather Giuseppe in his wheelchair—I found myself struggling to capture the complexity of the woman we were laying to rest.I placed my hands on the worn wood, steadying myself. The note cards I'd prepared the night before suddenly seemed inadequate."I spent hours trying to write this," I began, setting the cards aside. "But everything I wrote felt false somehow. Neat and packaged. And Lupe Vega was never neat or packaged."I took a breath, looking at the simple pine casket with its arrangement of mountain wildflowers."When I was eight, I got sick. Mountain fever, probably—high temperature, hallucinations, the works. We were snowed in, no way to get to a doctor. Mami Lulu sat with me for three da
Last Updated : 2025-04-12Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Mami Lulu’s Deception
The funeral took place three days later at a small chapel just outside the city. I'd chosen everything myself—the simple pine casket, the single arrangement of mountain wildflowers I'd ordered specially from a grower in North Carolina, the old recording of Spanish guitar music that played softly as the few attendees gathered.I'd spent those intervening days in a fog of memory and regret, drifting between arrangements and flashbacks. What kept returning to me was the day I first started understanding the truth about who Mami Lulu was and wasn't to me.I'd been sitting on our cabin porch, methodically sanding the rough edges from a piece of wood. A car had appeared on our dirt road—unusual enough that I'd stood up, shading my eyes against the sun. The shiny black SUV looked alien against our scrubby yard, like a spaceship landing in a cornfield.Two people emerged—a woman in clothes more formal than anything I'd ever owned and a tall man in an expensive-looking suit. The woman stared a
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Stolen Design, Stolen Life
Maya's POV I stared at the screen, my fingers digging into the worn fabric of the couch. The leather was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the terrible heat rising in my chest. Three years of marriage, and this is what it had come to. There he was, my husband Daniel, his arm wrapped around Fiona's waist like she was his prized possession. The camera loved them, capturing every detail of their picture-perfect smiles. The studio lights gleamed off their teeth, their eyes, the jewelry adorning Fiona's neck. That was mine, she was flaunting my design as hers. I could still remember the day Daniel and I met. It was an arranged marriage, set up by our parents to unite our families. I had been so naive then, thinking love would naturally follow. How wrong I'd been. "I'm the luckiest man alive," Daniel gushed, his eyes never leaving Fiona. "To have this beautiful woman by my side." My stomach churned, a nauseating mix of anger and despair. The necklace glittering around...
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