All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Henry remained seated, a shadow of his former confident self. His glum expression revealed the depth of his realization that his time as the head of Sungate was truly over. His eyes darted around the room, lingering on each face as if trying to decipher who had supported his downfall and who had merely gone along with the tide.The company secretary stood up to address the room. "Now that we have settled the matter of Mr. Henry's removal, we must turn our attention to the question of who will take up the mantle of leadership for Sungate Manufacturing. It has come to my attention that one of our shareholders has submitted a notice regarding this matter. Miss Flora, would you please address the assembly?"All eyes turned to Flora. She stood, her heart pounding but her resolve unshaken. This was her moment, and she could not afford to mess it up."Thank you," Flora began, her voice steady. "I have indeed submitted a notice proposing a candidate for the position of CEO. I wo

Flora parked her car in the small open lot adjacent to "The Daily Grind," a quaint, family-owned bistro tucked away on a quiet street. The bistro’s charm was undeniable, with its warm yellow exterior and vibrant red awnings that fluttered gently in the morning breeze. A hand-painted sign hung above the entrance, adorned with whimsical depictions of croissants and coffee cups. The sidewalk was lined with lush flower boxes, overflowing with colorful blooms that added to the inviting atmosphere. Inside, the aroma of freshly baked pastries and strong coffee greeted Flora. The interior was a cozy haven, with wooden beams crisscrossing the ceiling and vintage French posters adorning the walls. The tables were small and round, each one topped with a vase of fresh flowers, lending a homey feel to the space. The counter at the back was a bustling hive of activity, with the owners—a jovial middle-aged couple—greeting customers with warm smiles as they took orders and served coffee.

Flora's hospital room was a stark contrast to the chaos that had brought her there. The walls were painted a soft, unremarkable beige, designed to calm and soothe, but their sterility only served to highlight the cold, impersonal nature of the place. A single window allowed a sliver of daylight to cut through the room, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and distort with every passing minute. The furniture was minimalistic, almost austere, with a small, functional nightstand beside Flora's bed, a single chair for visitors, and a counter with a sink in one corner. The bed itself, with its metal railings and crisp white sheets, was positioned in the center of the room, dominating the space.As Flora lay there, her body aching and her mind whirling from the events that had led to her being in this place, she heard the soft click of the door handle turning. Damien, who had been sitting by her side, his hand caressing hers in soothing motions, immediately turned his head towa

Her thoughts drifted back to the attack, the masked figure who had come out of nowhere and struck her down with such brutal force. The memory was hazy, fragmented by the concussion and the trauma, but the fear she felt in that moment was still sharp and raw. She wondered who could hate her enough to send someone to attack her, who could be so desperate to intimidate her into submission.As Flora reached the end of the corridor, she found a small lounge area with a few chairs and a large window that overlooked the quiet city streets below. The moonlight cast a gentle glow over the room, softening the harsh lines of the hospital furniture. She sank into a well worn sofa, gazing out at the world beyond the glass, trying to find some sense of calm in the chaos that had become her life. Flora closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the coolness wash over her. She needed to think, to plan her next move. The threats had become too real, too immediate to ignore. She had to

The soft hum of the hospital's air conditioning mixed with the rhythmic beeping of medical monitors, creating a cocoon of sound that barely registered in Flora's consciousness. Her mind was a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions, and she had barely slept. The stiffness of the bed only added to her discomfort. She turned her head slightly, wincing as the movement sent a dull ache through her body. The early morning light filtered through the window, brightening the room but it did nothing for her countenance.Just then, the door creaked open, and Catarina stepped inside, her arms laden with a large platter of freshly chopped fruits. The sight of her brought a surge of warmth to Flora's heart. The lonely hospital room brightened considerably with her arrival."Good morning, Miss Flora," Catarina greeted with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with a blend of concern and affection. "I brought you something to eat. You need to keep your strength up." "Catarina, you didn't hav