All Chapters of Divorced My CEO Husband, Married to His Enemy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ClaireChristina exuded elegance and grace as she glided up to us. She was adorned in a glittering silver dress. It fitted her figure perfectly. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and bounced slightly as she moved.She was supported on one hand with a long wooden cane, which exposed her vulnerability while somehow adding to her strength, and on the other arm with Gerald’s tall frame. He was wearing a stylish black tuxedo of his own, adding only to the visual appeal of their companionship.They were walking slowly, giving Christina enough time to maintain her poise.A part of me wanted for her to have that at least: the grace to attend a party. I felt deeply sorry at the sight of her cane and hoped that she would not have to use it for much longer. Regardless of my personal relationship with her, it had upset me that she would never be able to dance again.It was a fate worse than death to lose something that one was passionate about. And I would not wish it upon anyone, not even the

ClaireArthur was still shaking his head. I was clammed up against the wall. I could not move a single muscle. Deep inside me, I could feel revulsion, annoyance, and even anger. But, on the surface, all that I could feel was fear.My mind flashed back first to my mother, who had been dismissive of me throughout my life … and then to Agatha. Agatha had belittled, berated, and humiliated me. And what had I ever done? Nothing. Nothing at all.Arthur had been my safe person. I had thought that he would protect me. Every time that I had been in trouble, he had come to my rescue. And now look at what he had done!Why could I not express my rage? Why was I so afraid?“Why are you so afraid, Claire?” Arthur said. Could he read my mind? My throat was dry as sandpaper.“W-what do you mean?” I meekly let out. My voice was a whisper, barely there. But he had heard me.Arthur got up and walked over to the dresser across from me. He leaned against it and folded his hand over his chest.I flinched.

ArthurI had no idea that Claire would be so interesting. Gerald was a cold hard business tycoon, not much different than myself. So, I had thought that Claire would be the same.In truth, the only reason that I had paid any attention to her at all in the beginning was because she was Gerald’s wife. I had thought that by learning more about her, I could get a better insight into the way that my business rival’s mind operated.The sole purpose of my life has been to make more money and help other people.“I have seen many men meet their demise,” my father had told me, “because they reveled in their luxury while others around them struggled. It is these kinds of people who are left with no motive in life.”He had been in a hospital bed, an IV plugged into his arm.“My son,” he had whispered, “Never become that way.”He had passed away the next morning. I had been eleven.My father had left me a large empire to begin with but, taking his advice and final wishes to heart, I had always str

ClaireI spun my head around. It was Gerald. My jaw fell open. What in God’s name was he doing in France, let alone at this party?Arthur and I straightened up. Oblivious to the dynamic onstage, the crowd continued to cheer and hoot.“Kiss her! Kiss her!” they chanted.An especially jovial young man from the crowd cajoled us further, “Come on, mate!” he shouted at Arthur, “Kiss your girlfriend!”“Yeah!” someone echoed after him, “Give your sweet lady love a kiss?”Arthur smirked a little at lady love.But I was staring wide-eyed at Gerald. Had he really stalked me all the way to France?He was frowning. He looked furious.Without a word, Gerald leaned forward and grabbed my wrist. He began tugging me off-stage.“Hey!” I yelped, “Let go!”I wrestled my wrist out of his grasp but he refused to let go.“You’re hurting me, Gerald!” I squeaked.Gerald narrowed his eyes at me and then looked at me in scorn. “My wife,” he growled, “Is another man’s girlfriend. Did you not think that I needed

ClaireIf I had any trepidations about divorcing Gerald, they had all been discarded after tonight.How could he be so callous? Arthur had gotten injured in front of him … and all he had cared about was his stupid race! The man had no sportsman spirit at all! What he had done was inhumane!Gerald had always been cold and withdrawn towards me. I suppose I may have been like that towards him too sometimes. But I also understood that this was a quality that you needed to possess in order to excel at business.Arthur could be glacial, too. I had witnessed it myself on occasion.But when I had fainted outside a building, he had rushed me to a hospital. And that is what made him better than Gerald.Our taxi pulled up outside the hotel. Arthur pulled out his wallet and handed the driver his fare.When we got out, I tried to help him walk. “I’m fine, Claire! Trust me,” he said, gently pushing me away.“Well, then, I’m at least seeing you to your room,” I replied firmly.He hobbled up the step