Divorced My CEO Husband, Married to His Enemy

ClaireThis wasn’t the first time that I had considered divorcing him either. Between the long periods of neglect and inattentiveness that Gerald had put me through, there had been his mother. Agatha had never approved of our marriage.Gerald was an old-money businessman with an empire that spanned across the Americas, Vietnam, and Cambodia. I was the daughter of an electrical engineer who had majored in Marketing as a scholarship student. Gerald had been my classmate in college and we had gotten married because I was pregnant. I had thought that, after tonight, everything would change and I would publicly spend the rest of my life being celebrated as his wife.But I had learned the bitter truth: that he had never publicized our marriage because he was dating another woman.I came home, crumpled and teary-eyed. The lobby lights were switched on and the staff was nowhere to be seen. And then Agatha stepped out of the drawing room.“Finally home, are we?” she murmured in a murderously

ClaireThe security guards took hold of me by either arm as Gerald stood in front of me. “Let go of me!” I exclaimed, trying to shake them off, “I can walk by myself!”They barely loosened their grip.“Make sure you escort her to the exit of the building,” Gerald said. He had already dialed an ambulance and I had heard them take Christina away. I had been standing there, shaking and crying, begging for Gerald to listen to me.The only emotion on his face was that of pure, unadulterated loathing.The journey from the top floor to the ground floor exit was one of the longest in my entire life.I wiped the tears off my face before stepping down from the first flight of stairs.It seemed that every single employee in Gerald’s company had abandoned work to come examine me. I was overwhelmed by the dense din of murmuring as people stared shiftily at me everywhere.Their faces bore twisted expressions -- a mixture of curiosity, disgust, and surprise.And not one person knew who I was. They w

ClaireI’m pregnant? It could not be. I had not been well when I lost the first baby. It had taken a lot to pull myself back together. And the loss had left a dark pit in my heart.I had tried to fill the void by having another child. Gerald had been away for weeks and I had spent the entire time fantasizing. The images in my mind had revived my spirit.Then, Gerald had returned and I had told him what I thought.“Let’s make a baby,” I had murmured, stroking his chest. “Claire,” he had stared blankly at me, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”We had barely touched each other since, let alone be intimate with each other. But – I gasped as I remembered – something had happened a few weeks ago!That day, I had been combing my hair when Gerald had walked in through the door. He had been carrying a gift bag that he shifted to his other hand – where I could not see – as soon as he crossed the threshold. I turned back towards the dresser with a sly smile.It was our third wedding anniversar

ClaireI had to strain myself to prevent my jaw from dropping. This was the same man who saved me the other day!He had been the one who picked me up and took me to the hospital when I had fainted.And now he was interviewing me. I was amazed at the striking coincidence. Or, maybe it was just a really small world.I blushed a little at the embarrassing memory of me fainting in his arm but then smiled. “Thank you so much, sir,” I said to him.“You’re welcome,” he replied warmly and then turned towards the screen on his laptop computer. Then, they began to ask the questions.“Have you gained any new qualifications recently, Miss Claire?” an interviewer on the left side asked me. He was older than my rescuer and had a grey beard. He was looking at me intently.“No, but I did well at college,” I replied.“I can see that,” he replied, glancing down at my resume, “But you graduated three years ago and haven’t been working since. If you didn’t get any qualifications, what did you do to impro

ClaireI poured hot water into the French press and then waited for five minutes. On the other side of the wall, there was silence. I stirred the coffee and then pressed it down, pouring the mixture into the teapot. Why weren’t they talking to each other? The quiet was making me nervous. I gently lifted the teapot, placed it on a tray, and then set the sugar pot and milk jug on the side.Carefully carrying the tray, I peered through the door. Arthur was perusing a file that Gerald had handed to him. I breathed a sigh of relief. That made sense about why they weren’t chatting right now.Gerald looked up when I brought the coffee tray inside. I set it down on the table and then began preparing their coffee. I could feel him staring at me. The gaze made me tense up.“Sugar?” I almost asked Gerald, but then I remembered that he disliked milk and sugar in his caffeine. I added a dash of milk to Arthur’s cup, the way that he had told me he preferred it, and then brought those cups over to