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MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK NINETY FIVE
SLYVIA'S POVI continued to make small talk with the people and executives of Lockwood Co., my smile unwavering despite the tension simmering beneath the surface. Every handshake and nod was a reminder of the stakes."Don't worry about the lawsuit," I said with as much confidence as I could muster, "The claims are completely false, and we have a strong case. We'll win this."Some nodded sympathetically, while others offered words of encouragement. Each conversation felt like a small battle, but I needed to maintain my composure. I couldn't afford to show any signs of weakness.A few executives raised concerns about the potential impact on our partnership. I reassured them, explaining how my team of lawyers was on top of everything and that this was just a bump in the road. "These things happen," I told them, "But we're prepared and fully committed to seeing this through."As I moved through the room, I could feel eyes on me—some curious, others skeptical. But I had to keep going, keep
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK NINETY SIX
SLYVIA'S POVAlice walks up to where I'm standing, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Impressive," she says, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "The way you handled yourself with Jocelia."I narrow my eyes at her. "Why are you here talking to me, Alice?"She shrugs coyly. "Can't I make small talk? After all, the last time we spoke, you smacked me in the face." She touches her cheek, feigning hurt.I can't help but smirk, feeling a small sense of pride. "Yeah, I remember."Alice's eyes flash with something dark. "How are the kids, Slyvia?"My smirk fades, replaced by a warning glare. "Keep my kids' names out of your mouth, Alice, or you might receive another slap."She laughs softly, a cold, mocking sound. "Oh, look at you. You think you're so smart, so tough. You have no idea what's coming for you."I step closer, my voice low and dangerous. "Try me, Alice. I'm not backing down."She raises an eyebrow, still smiling that infuriating smile. "We'll see about that."As she walks aw
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK NINETY SEVEN
SLYVIA'S POVSunday was always a busy day, and this one was no different. I spread out my papers and evidence across the dining table, the weight of the case pressing down on me. Each document, each piece of evidence was a lifeline in the storm that was about to hit. As I reviewed everything, my eyes drifted to the living room where the kids were playing. Their laughter filled the apartment, a stark contrast to the anxiety I felt.I smiled warmly, knowing that every effort, every sleepless night, was for them. They were my world, and I would fight to my dying breath to win this battle for their future.Taking a break from the papers, I moved to the kitchen. Cooking was never my forte, but I tried my best. I chopped vegetables, stirred pots, and made sure the kids had a wholesome meal. Despite the stress, I wanted them to have some semblance of normalcy."Mommy, can we have spaghetti?" Zenith asked, his eyes lighting up."Sure, sweetheart. Spaghetti it is," I replied, ruffling his hair
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK NINETY EIGHT
SLYVIA'S POVI woke up that Monday feeling anxious, the weight of the impending court date pressing heavily on my mind. My first priority was preparing the kids for school. I made their breakfast, the familiar routine bringing a small sense of normalcy. As I scrambled some eggs and buttered their toast, I couldn't help but think about the long day ahead.After breakfast, I hurried the kids to get dressed and grabbed their backpacks. We headed out the door and drove to school, where, as expected, a mountain of paparazzi awaited us. They were lined up behind the barricade, shouting my name and bombarding me with questions. I kept my head down and ignored them, focusing on getting the kids inside safely.Once we were inside the school, I took a moment to breathe. I walked the kids to their classrooms and saw Beverly, the school secretary, standing by the door. We greeted each other warmly."Hey, Beverly," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "The court date is today."Beverly's face s
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK NINETY NINE
GRAYSON'S POVStewart and I sat down, the tension thick in the air. With a swift motion, Stewart tossed a file onto the coffee table in front of Judge Edwards. I leaned back, crossing my legs, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips as I watched Edwards's reaction."Pick it up," I said calmly.Edwards hesitated but then reached for the file. His eyes scanned the contents, widening in shock as he realized what it contained: evidence of his bribery and drug abuse. He looked up at us, his face pale, swallowing hard.Stewart leaned forward, his voice steady. "We know you’ve been compromised. They're using your past crimes to manipulate you."Edwards's mouth opened and closed, struggling to find words. He was clearly panicking.I decided it was time to lay it out clearly. "You’re going to go to court today, and you’re going to judge this case fairly," I said, my tone firm. "If you don’t, I will make sure your career ends. I could easily tell you to rule in Sylvia's favor, regardless of t
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SLYVIA'S POVAs we drove to the courthouse, I glanced over at Lisa, my assistant. Her hands were trembling slightly. Reaching out, I took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll get through this,” I said, offering her a warm smile. She nodded and returned my smile, a bit of the tension easing from her face.When we arrived, the scene was chaotic. Reporters and paparazzi swarmed us, shouting questions and snapping photos. My security team did their best to keep the crowd at bay. Amidst the noise, I heard someone call my name. The voice was familiar. I turned and saw Raymond pushing through the crowd.“Let him through,” I instructed my team.Raymond reached me, and we embraced tightly. “I’m here, I’m here,” he murmured as we hugged.“Thank you for being here,” I whispered back, feeling a surge of relief and gratitude.With Raymond by my side, we made our way into the courthouse. The chaos outside was a stark contrast to the solemn, almost oppressive atmosphere insideEntering
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUNDRED AND ONE
RAYMOND'S POVAs we settled into the back seat of the car, I put my arm around Sylvia, and she rested her head on my shoulder. I gazed out the window, the city lights blurring past, lost in my thoughts. I knew I needed to be there for her, to support her through this ordeal. But I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of my mind—the awareness that I had to compete with Grayson. As much as I didn't want to admit it, being back in New York brought those insecurities to the surface. Grayson had a way of making me feel... threatened.We drove to Sylvia's workplace, where she gathered her staff together. I watched as she thanked everyone, her voice strong and steady despite the day’s events. "Prepare for tomorrow," she told them, her tone filled with determination. Her strength amazed me.Once we were back in the car, I took the wheel and we drove back to her apartment. The ride was mostly silent, both of us wrapped up in our thoughts. I could see the fatigue in her eyes, the wei
MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK ONE HUBDRED AND TWO
SLYVIA'S POVAs soon as Raymond left to pick up the kids from school, I knew I had to distract myself from the anxiety gnawing at me. Cooking had always been a therapeutic escape, so I decided to whip up something hearty for lunch. Pasta with sauce and meatballs—comfort food for the soul.I gathered all the ingredients, laying them out on the kitchen counter. The familiar clatter of pots and pans felt oddly soothing. I started by making the meatballs, mixing ground beef with breadcrumbs, eggs, garlic, and a blend of spices. As I rolled them into perfect spheres, I let my mind drift, trying to push aside the looming court case.Next, I heated a large skillet, adding a drizzle of olive oil. The meatballs sizzled as they hit the pan, filling the kitchen with a mouthwatering aroma. While they browned, I chopped up onions, garlic, and tomatoes for the sauce. The rhythmic chopping was almost meditative, helping me focus on the task at hand rather than my worries.Once the meatballs were don
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