All Chapters of CEO EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mirabelle's POV:Carter’s eyes widened slightly, his posture straightening. “Are you sure?”“Yes.” I said, my voice firmer now. “I’m sure. I’ve seen him a lot of time. It’s Samuel. But why? Why would he...?”My words trailed off, the room seeming to tilt around me as I tried to make sense of what I had just seen. Samuel? Noah’s manager? It didn’t make sense, but there was no denying what was in front of me.Carter leaned back. “This changes things.” He said, as he massaged his temples. “If what you’re saying is true, Mrs. Sylvester, then we'll have to bring him in for questioning.”My hands were clammy. “Yes.” I managed to say, my voice barely holding together. “You have to. He’s the one.”“Alright.” Carter said, closing the laptop and giving me a long, hard look. “I’ll handle it from here. We’ll contact you as soon as we have more information.”I nodded. As I stood to leave, Carter reached out. “Take care of yourself, ma'am.”I forced a tight smile. “I hope so…” I said, my voice brea

Mirabelle's POV: I stared at the documents, letters and photographs sprawled out on the table before me, my fingers trembling as I flipped through each page again. The weight of betrayal sat heavily on my chest. Noah had done this—plotted, schemed, and orchestrated my downfall. But why? To what end? My head throbbed with a mixture of anger and despair. Confronting him now would only tip him off, and I couldn't risk that. If I am going to win this fight, I need to be smarter. I can't just react emotionally. No, this is my chance to play by his rules and beat him at his own game. This is my fight! I glanced down at the papers again. Samuel's involvement in Noah’s schemes was undeniable, but was he truly repentant? Or was this just another tactic in their game? I picked up my phone and dialed Officer Carter’s number. He answered on the second ring. “Mrs. Sylvester.” His voice was clipped. “What can I do for you?” “I need to meet with you.” I said, keeping my tone calm despite the

Mirabelle's POV:I was about to speak when one of the board members interrupted me. “Mrs. Sylvester.” He said, his voice icy. “It would be wise for you to step down as chairman. Sell off your shares, leave the country, and save us all further embarrassment.”His words hung in the air like a death sentence. “And if I don’t?” I asked, my voice calm despite the storm raging inside me.“Then we’ll have no choice but to pursue legal action against you.” He said, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’d spend the rest of your life behind bars, and frankly, we’d prefer that outcome.”A nod of agreement passed through the room. I looked around at the faces of people I had once trusted—now filled with anger and hatred. “You’re all jumping to conclusions without giving me a chance to defend myself.” I remarked. “I have done nothing illegal. This is a coordinated attack to discredit me.”“Is that so?” Mrs. Patel snapped. “And what about the news reports? Are those fabricated too? Your reputation is

Mirabelle's POV:“Ken.” I whispered, my voice weak.He turned me around to face him, his hands resting on my hips. His eyes searched mine, and slowly, he leaned in, his lips inching closer to mine.Fear shot through me. At the last second, I shoved him aside, grabbing my bag and keys. “I’m sorry.” I blurted out, my voice shaky. “I can’t do this.”Before he could respond, I bolted out of the house, running to my car. My hands trembled as I fumbled with the keys, finally getting inside and slamming the door shut. I drove away as fast as I could, my mind racing.“How could you let him touch you?” I scolded myself aloud, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “The same man who ruined you! You should be clearing your name, putting Noah behind bars, not… not hooking up with Ken.”But no matter how much I yelled at myself, his words and his touch lingered in my mind.As I pulled into the driveway, a wave of relief washed over me. The reporters were gone. The house looked quiet, just the way I

Mirabelle’s POV:Not after everything I’d discovered. Twenty-four calls couldn’t erase the lies, the manipulation, or the damage he’d caused. Still, a strange unease settled over me as I put the phone down, shaking my head.Ken’s name caught my eye again, and without thinking, I tapped his number. As the phone rang, I silently prayed he’d still be awake.He picked up on the third ring. “Mirabelle?” His voice was groggy but alert.“Hey.” I said, forcing a calm tone.“Everything okay?” He asked quickly.“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… I saw I missed your calls and thought I’d check in.”Ken let out a soft sigh. “I wasn’t sure if you’d call back. I didn’t want to bother you, but I couldn’t sleep without apologizing.”“Apologizing?” I frowned. “For what?”“For earlier.” He said, his voice filled with regret. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable when you came over. That wasn’t my intention at all.”“Ken…”“Let me finish.” He interrupted gently. “The reason I brought you over wasn’t to ta