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Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Control
Daniel’s POVThe scotch trembled against my fingertips as I rewatched the press conference footage. My empty chair in the background spoke volumes - a visible gap in the carefully crafted image we'd built. Amateur mistake, leaving Fiona to flounder alone."What were you thinking?" I kept my voice measured, the same tone I used in board meetings when someone had spectacularly failed. "Did you even consider the implications before staging this little performance?"Fiona perched on my office sofa, her designer dress wrinkled from hours of damage control meetings. "Danny, I was just trying to-""To what?" Ice clinked as I set the glass down. "If it had been any other designer, we could have handled this. Money talks. NDAs exist for a reason." I studied her tear-streaked face, seeing it clearly for the first time. "But Maya? You chose to publicly attack the one person whose silence we actually needed?""I thought-""No." I kept my voice soft, final. "You didn't think. You acted on emotion,
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-16Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Rain
Maya's POVI felt Daniel's presence behind me in the hallway, heavy as storm clouds. For once, I didn't turn around. Let him watch my back, for a change. The box in my arms - filled with design journals and old sketches - felt like armor against his silence.Three years of marriage, and only now did I understand what real power felt like: the ability to walk away. Each breath came easier than the last, like my lungs were finally remembering how to work properly.My shoes whispered against hardwood floors that had never felt like home. Each step carried me further from the girl who used to flinch at raised voices, closer to someone new. Someone real. I passed the living room where we'd hosted countless dinner parties, the kitchen where I'd learned to make myself small, the study where he'd locked away my designs. Memories ghosted through the halls, but they felt distant now, like watching scenes from someone else's life.Thunder rolled outside as I reached the front door. Through sheet
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Maya's POVThe rain hadn’t stopped since I left Daniel. It drummed against the windows of my new apartment, a relentless echo of that night—the storm, his grip on my arm, the way he’d shouted my name like a curse. I sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, and stared at the water streaking the glass. Freedom smelled like fresh paint and cardboard, but it didn’t feel real yet. Not when every creak of the floorboards made my shoulders tense. Olivia burst through the door, her arms laden with grocery bags and a bottle of wine wedged under her chin. “You’re *still* not done unpacking?” She kicked the door shut, her heels clicking as she marched to the kitchen. “It’s been three days, Maya. At this rate, you’ll be eating takeout off the floor forever.” I didn’t move. “I’m savoring the chaos. It’s… refreshing.” “Refreshing?” She snorted, rummaging through cabinets. “You’re procrastinating. Here.” She tossed me a corkscrew. “Open this. We’re celebrating.” “Cele
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Maya’s POVThe limo idled outside Thorne Designs, its black exterior gleaming under the streetlights. I adjusted the strap of my emerald gown—a loaner from the company’s styling team—and glared at Olivia through the window. “This is a bad idea.” She leaned against the car door, unbothered. “It’s a charity gala, not a firing squad. Besides, Alex needs you there. Thorne’s rep is still shaky after Fiona’s stunt.” “And whose fault is that?” I muttered, but she’d already vanished into the building. The driver cleared his throat. “Mr. Thorne’s waiting, Ms. Russo.” Rodriguez, I almost corrected him. But old habits died hard. Alex stood at the entrance of the Metropol Ballroom, his tuxedo immaculate, eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk. When he spotted me, his expression softened—just barely. “You’re late.” “Traffic,” I lied. He offered his arm. “Stay close. The vultures are circling.” Inside, the air smelled of orchids and ambition. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light ov
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Maya's POV"Another one." Emma dropped her tablet on my desk. The screen showed a one-star review of "Eden": Stunning designs built on sweatshop labor. How ethical, Thorne.I'd been staring at similar comments since dawn. Each one followed the same pattern - praise for the designs, followed by calculated destruction. Some mentioned child labor in Thailand. Others talked about unsafe conditions in Myanmar. All lies, but crafted just close enough to truth to sting."How many now?" I asked, though I already knew."Hundreds." Emma perched on the edge of my desk, tugging at her silver pendant - a nervous habit I'd noticed during crisis meetings. "All posted within the last hour. Look at this - fashion blogs are picking it up." She turned her phone to show me. "Hashtag ThorneSweatshops is trending.""Perfect." I rubbed my temples. The collection's success had felt too good to be true. "What's social media saying?""You don't want to know." She grimaced at her screen. "Though Sarah's having
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-31Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Poison runs Deep
Maya's POVThe familiarity of Grandfather's study hit me - same leather chairs, same crystal decanters catching afternoon light. The room smelled of old money and older secrets. He stood by the fireplace, watching me over his scotch."You look tired," he said, as if we were discussing the weather."The reviews will do that.""Ah yes. Unfortunate business." He swirled his drink. "Though perhaps inevitable, given recent choices.""Recent choices?" I stayed by the door. "Like leaving my husband?""Like burning bridges you can't rebuild." He set his glass down with deliberate care. "Did you think there wouldn't be consequences?""To what? My career? My reputation?" Each word carried years of quiet rage. "Or Daniel's precious control?""Maya-""His shares." My voice came steady. "They're tied to our marriage, aren't they? That's what this is really about."Grandfather's silence stretched like a wire between us."Sit down," he said finally."No." I stepped closer, the carpet swallowing my s
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-31Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Unlikely Allies
Maya’s POVThe metrics on my screen blurred together - another hour of watching our reputation crumble in real time. A shadow fell across my desk."Still obsessing over numbers?"I didn't need to look up to recognize that voice. "What do you want, Sophie?""Charming as ever." She settled against my desk, perfect in Chanel. The move was so familiar - her favorite power play from design school. Take up space. Make them look up at you.I kept my eyes on my screen. "Security's just a call away.""Please. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't do it here." She paused. "Not anymore, anyway."That made me look up. Something was different about her face - a tightness around the eyes, maybe. Or just exhaustion."Daniel came to see me last week," she said quietly."And?""Wanted dirt on you. On Thorne. Said he'd make it worth my while." Her laugh held no humor. "You know what's funny? Five years ago, I would have jumped at the chance.""What changed?""He did." She pulled out her phone, scrolling
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Maya's POVSt. Anne's at night was all fluorescent lights and squeaking linoleum. I'd walked these halls so many times in the past month, I could navigate them blindfolded. Third floor. Right at the nurses' station. Room 342.The machines beeped a familiar rhythm, but something was wrong. Mami Lulu's breathing sounded different - shallower, maybe. Or just tired."Maya." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Mi amor.""I'm here." I took her hand, careful of the IV lines. "What happened?""Mrs. Rodriguez experienced some complications." Dr. Patterson stood in the doorway, his white coat wrinkled from a long shift. "The current treatment isn't having the effect we'd hoped.""Options?"He hesitated, glancing at his clipboard. "There's a new protocol. Experimental, but promising. However...""The cost." My throat felt tight. "How much?"He named a figure that made my knees weak."That won't be a problem."I didn't need to turn around. Daniel's voice carried from the doorway, smooth as aged scot
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Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Desperate Measures II
FionaThe Fashion Week venue thrums with pre-show energy. I've changed three times—finally settling on Valentino, because armor should be perfect. My hands still smell of hospital antiseptic beneath Chanel No. 5."Five minutes to the investor presentation." Emma materializes like a well-trained ghost, clipboard in hand. My Cartier pen glints at her throat, transformed into a necklace. Creative. "They're particularly interested in the authentication process."The venue's transformed into a maze of white panels and strategic lighting. Through gaps in the temporary walls, I catch glimpses: Daniel with Laurent's CEO, Catherine's perfectly tailored silhouette, manila envelopes passing between manicured hands."I'll handle the investors." I step forward, but Emma shifts, a subtle block."Mr. Russo suggested I take this one." She checks her phone. "Perhaps you'd like to rest before—""Move."She doesn't. When did servants learn to disobey?The investor group has already gathered around Maya'
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Desperate Measures
FionaFive-fifteen. Daniel's Peloton whirs to life in his home gym, precise as a German train. I count his footsteps across Italian marble, the quiet click of the gym door. For a man so careful with his schedule, he never noticed I memorized every minute.His office still smells of last night's scotch. No cleaning staff today—I made sure of that. The morning light hasn't reached his desk yet, but I know its contents by heart. Mont Blanc pen holder, left side. Patek Philippe box for his evening watch, centered. Everything measured in millimeters of perfection.The safe clicks open with his mother's birthday—he never was creative with passwords. Inside: folders organized by quarter, each tab perfectly aligned. Too perfect. My fingers find a slight gap behind them, where the metal's warmer. A false back.I check my watch. Five-twenty-three. He'll be on his second sprint interval.The hidden compartment yields a single folder, unmarked. My phone's camera shutter sounds too loud in the dar
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Shadows III
FionaLaurent & Cie's lobby gleams with old-world sophistication. Not a fingerprint on the brass doors, not a scuff on the marble. I count security cameras while pretending to check my lipstick—four visible, probably more hidden. My Louboutins click precise rhythms across the floor."I have an appointment with Catherine Laurent." The lie flows smooth as silk. The security guard's eyes flick to his screen, then back to me. No recognition. That's new."ID, please."I slide my driver's license across the counter, watching his face. He's young, probably new. Doesn't know I used to have permanent clearance."Ms. Kingston." A voice cuts through the silence. Jean-Paul, Laurent's head of security. His smile doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm afraid Mrs. Laurent is unavailable.""Is she?" I match his tone, professional to professional. "That's odd. We just had lunch."Movement catches my eye—Catherine herself, crossing the atrium. Our gazes meet. For a moment, something like panic flashes across her
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Shadows II
FionaLa Grenouille's private dining room smells of white lilies and old money. I watched the staff rearrange the flowers three times from my car—they used to know my preferred arrangement by heart. Now they're following someone else's instructions.I time my entrance precisely—fifteen minutes late, just enough to establish dominance without seeming rude. The maître d' hesitates before pulling out my chair. He used to leap at the chance.Catherine Laurent's shoulders tense slightly as I approach. Her Chanel suit is pristine but slightly dated—last season's cut. She never used to make such mistakes. Good."Fiona, darling." Her air kisses land too close to my ear. Chanel No. 5, but not quite masking something else. Daniel's cologne. "I was surprised to get your invitation.""Were you?" I signal the sommelier. He hesitates, glancing at Catherine before pouring my usual Puligny-Montrachet. Even the staff know something's shifted. "I thought we were overdue for a proper catch-up."Catherin
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Shadows I
FionaMorning light creeps across Italian marble, turning my home office into a museum of memories. Everything precisely where it should be—Asprey crystal paperweight catching the sun, Montblanc pens arranged by size, last season's lookbooks stacked by color on my Armani Casa desk. A perfect tableau of success.Except for the scattered contents of my Hermès laptop bag now defiling the Persian rug.I've been here since dawn, after another sleepless night replaying every moment of the gala. My Carolina Herrera gown lies discarded on the chaise, diamonds returned to their vault. No point in armor when there's no one to impress."Find anything interesting?"I startle, nearly spilling my third espresso. Maria, my housekeeper of five years, stands in the doorway. When did she get so quiet? Or have I become less observant?"Just organizing." The lie falls flat. Papers surround me like autumn leaves—board meeting minutes, event photos, email printouts. Five years of carefully documented succe
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Cracks III
FionaThe Metropolitan Museum's marble steps glitter with New York's elite. Three hours of preparation: a session with my makeup artist (who took four tries to return my call), my hairstylist (suddenly "booked" until I doubled her rate), and the Carolina Herrera gown in midnight blue (his favorite color). Harry Winston diamonds catch light like captured stars. I've swept my hair up, exposing the vulnerable curve of my neck—the old tricks. The ones that used to work.I scroll through I*******m one last time before entering. Maya's latest post: a behind-the-scenes look at her new collection. Thirty thousand likes in an hour. I delete the scathing comment I'd drafted. Not tonight. Tonight, I'm above it all."You look stunning," Daniel murmurs, but his eyes scan the crowd over my shoulder. His hand rests at my waist, warm through silk, but somehow distant. Like touching through glass. The photographers who used to swarm us now focus their lenses elsewhere.Laurent & Cie executives cluster
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Cracks II
FionaThe days blur like watercolors on silk—expensive, but losing definition. I track time through Daniel's responses: how many rings before he answers (three, then five, then straight to voicemail), how many minutes before he replies to my texts (eighteen, forty-two, three hours). Numbers don't lie. I've always known this, counting calories, followers, carats. Now I count seconds between his kisses.Wednesday morning finds me in the private salon at Bergdorf's, buried in a fortress of shopping bags. Elena, my personal shopper for the past three years, hovers nearby, less eager than usual. Even she's seen the headlines."The new Valentino collection just arrived," she offers, but her eyes keep darting to her phone. Probably reading about Maya's latest triumph. "Though perhaps something more... conservative?"I ignore the implied judgment. "Show me everything."Each piece is a calculated move: Valentino dress (for the charity gala), Jimmy Choo stilettos (half an inch higher than usual—
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Cracks I
Fiona"Tell them to pull the story." My voice carries the precise tone that usually makes people scramble to obey. Alessandro from Vogue has always been putty in my hands—a carefully timed lunch invitation here, an exclusive there. "This is ridiculous. Maya Russo stealing designs? Please. We both know better."But Alessandro's voice comes back cool, professional. "Actually, Fiona, the evidence is quite compelling. Perhaps you'd like to comment on—"I end the call, fingers trembling slightly on my Hermès phone case. Three other fashion editors have already declined my calls. Since when do they decline my calls?My heels strike precise rhythms down the corridor to Daniel's office. This will all blow over. A few strategic moves and everything will realign. Like adjusting a couture dress—small, careful alterations until it fits perfectly.His new secretary—Emma? Emily?—rises as I approach. "Mr. Russo is—"I sweep past her. "Busy. Of course. But he'll see me."He always sees me.The leather
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Paying Old Debts
Maya's POVThe Thorne Designs building felt different at night. Empty halls, security lights casting shadows across marble floors. My footsteps echoed as I made my way to the executive floor, files clutched to my chest like armor.Sophie waited in the conference room, her Chanel suit exchanged for jeans and an oversized sweater. It made her look younger, more real. Less like the polished enemy I remembered."You brought everything?" I set the files on the table. Years of documentation - every design Daniel had stolen, every contract he'd manipulated. "Your turn."She pulled out her laptop. "Remember that USB drive someone sent Alex? The one with hospital footage?"My fingers stilled on the papers. "How do you know about that?""Because I'm the one who sent it." She typed quickly, pulled up a video. "And that's not all I have."The footage was clearer than what Alex had shown me. Different angle. Same scene - Daniel with Fiona's doctor. But this time, I could hear the conversation.*"
