All Chapters of CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mirabelle's POV:The bouquet on my desk was obnoxiously large, it had both roses and lilies arranged. I didn’t bother to check the card to know who they were from, but I read it anyway."To my beautiful Mirabelle. I’m sorry. Please let me explain. Love, Noah."A sigh escaped me. Love. The word used to mean something. I could feel my fingers tighten around the card as my mind replayed the last few days. The picture of Noah with Natasha had branded itself in my memory, flaring up like a fire whenever I closed my eyes. He said it was innocent, that I had misunderstood, but how was I supposed to believe him? Even now, he was still working with her.I shoved the card into the drawer and pushed the bouquet aside. I had half a mind to toss them in the trash, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. As I tried to go back to work, my thoughts kept wandering back to Noah.Deep down, I wanted to forgive him. Part of me yearned for things to be as they once were, before Natasha and her perfect

Mirabelle's POV:The silence in the study was oddly soothing as I sat at my desk, trying to push aside the thoughts of last night’s argument. I'd spent hours thinking about Noah, replaying his gestures and words over and over in my mind. The flowers, the apology, the effort to make things right… They all seemed genuine, but then my mind returned to the nagging question that refused to let her rest— why can't he call off the partnership with her, if he's truly sorry?My phone buzzed, and for a moment, I thought nothing of it. But when the notification flashed on the screen, my stomach twisted. Entertainment News: CEO Caught on Late-Night Outing with Model.Without even thinking, my finger hovered over the headline. A click. And then—there it was. A photo of Noah and Natasha. The image was grainy, taken in the dim light of a bar, their faces were close, heads bent toward one another. They looked… intimate, as if they were about to... My breath hitched. I had seen the photo before

Mirabelle's POV:I didn’t even know how I ended up parked in front of Ken’s house. One minute, I was driving through the city, lost in my thoughts, and the next, I was in front of his house. I hadn’t intended to come here. I really hadn’t. But my hands, as if on their own, had turned the wheel, driven down familiar streets, and pulled into the parking lot. It was almost like I had been here a hundred times before, even though it was a first. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the building. I hadn’t planned on seeing him. But here I was, unable to stop myself from climbing the stairs of the building, my legs moving with a mind of their own, and before I could even process what I was doing, I found myself standing in front of his door.I didn’t even have to look at the address; I knew it by heart. I’d made sure of that when Noah and I returned from abroad. I’d done my research on Ken, just in case. Just in case there was something I needed to know.That's how I knew his addre

Mirabelle's POV:Dinner was supposed to be a refuge after a long day at work. But tonight, the usual comfort felt like a thin layer of ice stretched over deep water. I could barely taste the food in front of me. Across the table, Noah sat with his eyes downcast, refusing to look at me. It was all he could do to maintain the facade of peace for the kids.We were halfway through the main course when Skyler began. “Did you and Daddy have a fight?” He asked, his face scrunched up.I froze, my fork hovering mid-air. I glanced at Noah, hoping he’d handle this, but he was staring at his plate, his jaw clenched. I swallowed hard and forced a smile. “No, sweetie. Why would you think that?”“Because you and Daddy aren’t acting like you used to,” Skyler insisted, refusing to let it go. “You’re always doing things separately now. You don’t even tuck us in together anymore.”I opened my mouth to respond, but Tyler cut in. “Yeah.” he said, nodding along with his brother. “You always come at diffe

Noah's POV:I blinked, taken aback by the familiarity in her tone. “I... I think you have me confused with someone else,” I said gently, but she just smiled up at me.“Oh, don’t be silly,” she said, clutching my hand. “You’ve always been there for me, every step of the way.” Her frail fingers tightened around mine, and my heart twisted at the softness in her voice. Before I could say anything else, an older man approached us. “I’m so sorry,” He said, forcing out a smile. “My wife... she has dementia. She thinks every kind young man is me, from when we were younger.” He took her hand from mine with a patient smile. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s sit down.”He led his wife to a bench, and they sat together, her head resting on his shoulder as he held her close.I hesitated before asking. “How long have you both been married?”The man looked at me surprised, before smiling softly. “We’ve been married for over fifty years. Met when we were just kids, and we’ve been through... well, more th