All Chapters of CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Noah's POV. The evening sky outside my office window was painted in hues of orange and pink, yet I found no comfort in its beauty. Shanghai’s vibrant and alive skyline felt more like a glided cage. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the phone. My fingers hitched to call her again. But I hesitated. I've left over a hundred missed calls the last few days, and she never willingly calls me back. I only see my wife's face when we speak to our children. Lately, every conversation with Mira had felt strained. Her words were curt, her tone distant. I'd replayed our last exchange countless times, dissecting every word, every pause and sigh. “Don't pretend you don't know what you did.” She said when we talked last. But I can't find anything in my brain that warranted the attitude I got from her. It hurt me because I've fucked up many times, but she kept coming back to me, and now I didn't even know what I did. How could I even comfort her when I was thousands of miles away, tethered to

Mirabelle's POV The news about Natasha being the one behind the rumors didn't leave my mind; even by the next morning, I was on my way to work, and that was all I could think about. I mean, it wasn't that deep; if she really wanted my husband, seeing as Noah wanted her too, the least they could do was have each other and leave me out of the picture. What was the need to ruin me along the way? That was what I didn't understand. “Mrs Sylvester, we are here already.” My driver announced, and I came out of my reverie; I didn't even realize that the car had come to a stop already. “Thank you, Raymond.” I thanked the chauffeur. Honestly, I didn't know the courage that brought me to work this morning; maybe part of the reason was that I already knew who was behind this, and I suddenly had that courage that I could pull through this without going under. “Are you sure about this, Mrs Sylvester? The paparazzi are everywhere and won't let you have an easy day.” Raymond shared his concerns

Mirabelle's POV. The afternoon sun streamed through the floor to ceiling windows of my office. Casting golden streaks across the polished oak desk. I sat stiffly in my chair, my fingers gripping the armrests as if they were the only things keeping me tethered from reality. My chest still heaved slightly from the confrontation with the board, the adrenaline refusing to subside. A knock on the door made me glance up. Susie peeked her head in, looking cautious. “Mrs Sylvester, there's a call for you. It's from someone named Morgan.” she said softly, her voice almost trembling. I straightened, the tension in my body coiling tighter. “Put him through.” I told her. She nodded and quickly retreated, I would have liked to ask why she has been acting weird since the boardroom but there were important matters to attend to right now. A second later, the phone on my desk buzzed, I reached for it, my heart pounding as I pressed the speaker button. “Mrs Sylvester, it's Morgan.” the investi

Noah's POV. “What?” I exclaimed, leaning forward to my laptop in disbelief. The private investigator I hired some days ago, was here now, telling me a whole bunch of things that I didn't understand properly. His words hang in the air like a suffocating cloud, making it too hard to breathe. “Noah,” He says, his voice calm, but firm. “I've uncovered something's, but you're not going to like them.” I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles white. “Just tell me, stop beating around the bush.” I told him, because I needed to hear the whole information so I would know what to do about it. “And it's Mr Sylvester.” I added. I didn't like anybody that wasn't close to me calling me by name. Hence, the reason I had to assert the use of my father's name. That was more formal, and we were in a formal setting. “I'm sorry about that, Mr Sylvester. I'll take note of that from now on.” He said and I nodded. Urging him to continue. “Natasha Banks, your childhood friend was the

CHAPTER 109.Noah's POV. I still feel some type of way really. All through the flight from Shanghai, right to New York, I've not been settled. I should call Mira and tell her that I'm finally going to be home, but I just needed space to think out some things right now and I didn't want hearing her voice to do some certain justice. I knew what would happen if I heard her voice and that was what I was trying to avoid. I didn't want that at all. Right now, I was on my way to the house and I was excited that I would finally be able to see my kids, after such a long period of time. I missed them so much and I felt some type of way about not being in a good place with their mother, but I guess we would hash it all out when we saw each other. I just wanted my family, but thinking back to the picture that I was presented with, the thought alone made me want to punch something but I knew that I had to be in a good space because I was going to be with my kids, finally. It's something that I