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Alex’ Intervention

Author: Jenne Lopes
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-17 23:46:30

The empty apartment closed in around me, every surface a reminder of what Daniel had taken. My designs on the wall. My beaded lamp I'd rescued from the break-in. My life, still circumscribed by his influence even after I'd escaped.

Fuck this. Fuck him. I wasn't going to just sit here and marinate in self-pity.

I grabbed my laptop and settled grimly at the kitchen table. If Paris was off the table, I needed a regular job. Something stable, with a steady paycheck to cover rent and Mami Lulu's care.

Four hours and seventeen applications later, I'd received three automated rejections, two "we'll keep your resume on file" responses, and a stunning silence from the rest. Even entry-level positions at second-tier design houses seemed beyond reach—Daniel's influence tainting my prospects with methodical precision.

By early afternoon, claustrophobia drove me from the apartment. I needed to see Mami Lulu—the one person in my life untouched by Daniel's machinations, even if she barely remembered
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  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Tightening Noose

    Alex straightened as I approached, hands shoved deep in his pockets, expression carefully neutral. My steps faltered as our eyes met, but there was nowhere to retreat."Maya," he said, voice low and controlled. "We need to talk.""No, we don't." I moved to step around him, fumbling for my keys. "I have nothing to say to you.""Then just listen." He didn't touch me, didn't block my path, but his presence felt like a physical barrier nonetheless. "Sarah told me you turned down the Paris offer."Of course she had. Because nothing in my life could remain private, could stay my decision alone."And?" I finally found my keys, gripping them tightly enough to leave imprints on my palm."Why?" The single word carried more weight than a paragraph of accusations. "It's everything you've been working toward.""Maybe I changed my mind," I said, voice deliberately flat. "People do that.""Not you. Not about this." His eyes searched my face, seeing too much, understanding too little. "Something happ

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-17
  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging    The Offer

    The envelope from Sunset Valley Care Center sat unopened on my counter for two days, its official logo like a bright red warning sign. I didn't need to read it to know what it said—I was three months behind on payments, and their patience was wearing thin. The phone calls had made that clear enough.I finally tore it open while drinking my morning coffee, a luxury I couldn't really afford anymore but refused to give up. My last remaining fuck-you to financial reality.Final Notice: Payment Required Within 7 DaysThe letter outlined the consequences in polite, sanitized language that couldn't hide the brutal truth: pay up or we move your mother to a state facility. I'd visited one of those places when first arranging Mami Lulu's care. Overcrowded, understaffed, with that unmistakable smell of neglect barely masked by industrial disinfectant.I couldn't let that happen. Not to the woman who'd raised me, loved me, taught me everything that mattered.With shaking hands, I spread my bills

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18
  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging    Zoe’s Offer

    Outside his office, I bypassed the elevator in favor of the stairwell, needing movement, exertion, anything to burn off the toxic cocktail of rage and helplessness consuming me from the inside.I burst into the lobby, gulping humid air that barely qualified as fresh but at least didn't taste like Daniel's expensive cologne. My hands trembled as I fumbled with my visitor badge, eager to remove any trace of my connection to this place."Maya? Maya Russo?"I turned at the sound of my name, confusion momentarily displacing distress. A woman approached—vaguely familiar, with short-cropped dark hair and intelligent eyes behind chunky glasses."It's Zoe," she said, registering my blank expression. "Zoe Chen? From Parsons?"Recognition clicked. "Oh my god, Zoe. It's been—""Seven years, at least," she finished, grinning. "What are you doing here? Wait, stupid question. You're married to Daniel Russo." Her eyes flicked to my bare ring finger. "Or...were?""Were," I confirmed. "We're separated.

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18
  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   A Confession

    I lost track of time hunched over my sketches, the lamp casting a small circle of light in my otherwise dark apartment. My back ached from hours in the same position, but the designs for Vega Davidson were flowing better than anything I'd created in months. Free from Daniel's expectations and Alex's scrutiny, I was finding my voice again.The knock at my door nearly sent my coffee mug flying.I froze, pencil suspended mid-stroke. No one knocked at—I glanced at my phone—ten-thirty on a Tuesday. Olivia would have texted first. And Daniel... Daniel would have called to announce his arrival like the self-important asshole he was.The knock came again, more insistent."Maya? It's Alex. I know you're in there—the light's on."I set my pencil down with deliberate calm, despite the spike in my pulse. After our fight about the Paris opportunity yesterday, after I'd told him to stay out of my business, he had the nerve to show up at my door?"Go away, Alex," I called, not moving from my desk."

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-19
  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Sudden Interruption

    The words hung in the air between us, his honesty stripping away my rehearsed defenses."You're not broken, Maya." His voice dropped lower. "You're the strongest person I've ever met."That caught me off guard. I opened my mouth but found I had nothing to say."I'm not here to fix you," Alex continued. "Every time I try to give you space, I imagine Daniel showing up at your door. I worry about what he might do."His proximity was suddenly overwhelming—the faint scent of his cologne, the warmth radiating from him, the intensity in his eyes that had nothing to do with professional interest.I kissed him.I'm not sure which of us was more surprised. One moment I was furious, the next I had him by the collar, my mouth crashing against his. The kiss wasn't gentle—it was all teeth and tongue, my body flush against his, heat pooling between my legs. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging harder than necessary. I wanted to hurt him a little, wanted him to feel something raw and uncontrolled

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-19
  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   The Goat’s Arrival

    The drive to Sunset Valley was silent except for the occasional hiccup of my breath as I tried to stop crying. Alex drove with both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white, attention fixed on the road ahead. The digital clock on his dashboard read 11:42 PM.My mind kept whiplashing between what had just happened in my apartment—his mouth on my neck, his hand between my legs—and what might be happening with Mami Lulu. The contrast was obscene. Every time my thoughts drifted to Alex, guilt crashed over me like a wave. How could I be thinking about sex when Mami Lulu might be dying?"What did the nurse say exactly?" Alex asked, his voice careful, neutral."Unresponsive. They can't wake her." I stared out the window at the passing streetlights. "Her blood pressure dropped. They're running tests."He nodded, taking the exit toward the care facility. "Has this happened before?""No. Not like this." I tugged at the sweater he'd grabbed for me, suddenly aware that I wasn't wearing a bra. The f

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-20
  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Immediate Plans

    Daniel stood in the doorway, impeccably dressed despite the late hour, his face a mask of controlled rage as he stared at Alex.Perfect. Just fucking perfect."Daniel, this isn't the place," I said, moving toward him to block his view of Mami Lulu.He ignored me, addressing Dr. Patel who had appeared beside him. "Doctor, I understand there's been some confusion about my mother-in-law's care. I'm Daniel Russo, Maya's husband.""Soon-to-be ex-husband," I corrected."A technicality that hasn't been finalized," Daniel smiled tightly at the doctor. "I'll be handling all financial matters for Mrs. Vega's care from now on."Alex stepped forward. "Maya's already making arrangements.""Is she?" Daniel raised an eyebrow. "With what money? The accounts are frozen during our... marital adjustment."Dr. Patel looked increasingly uncomfortable. "Perhaps we should discuss the medical situation first? Mrs. Vega's condition requires immediate decisions about her treatment plan.""Of course," Daniel sa

    Huling Na-update : 2025-03-20
  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Confronting the Goat

    The email from Zoe arrived at 9:16 AM, just as I was making my second cup of coffee, desperately trying to shake off the fog of a night spent at Mami Lulu's bedside. I'd managed maybe two hours of restless sleep after the car service dropped me home.Subject: Vega Davidson - Status UpdateMaya,I'm sorry to be the bearer of disappointing news. Despite my best efforts and the creative team's genuine enthusiasm for your designs, our executive committee has decided not to move forward with the collaboration we discussed.I wish I could say this was purely a business decision, but in the interest of transparency, I should tell you that concerns were raised about potential "complications" with Russo Designs. While no one stated it explicitly, the implica

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  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Black SUV Arrival

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