All Chapters of Goodbye, CEO Trashbag: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Morning came. Alfred still hadn't.The pain got worse. I finally called an ambulance.While waiting, I scrolled through social media—and there it was. Vivian's latest post.A whole sob story about being harassed at a bar and Alfred swooping in just in time. So brave, took a punch for her, she was so touched.Attached? A picture of her, all teary-eyed, dabbing medicine on Alfred's face.Caption:[Love can overcome anything, and love is worth enduring anything.]The comments? Filled with admiration.[A man this handsome right in front of you, and you didn't make a move? Are you sure you're into men?][Exactly! If he were in front of me, I'd take care of his injuries too—just... in a different way.]Vivian, smug as ever, replied:[What's the rush? Sooner or later, he'll be mine.]Then, someone casually dropped a video.[Wow, what a coincidence! I saw you two that night!]I pressed play.Vivian, crying like some delicate little thing. Alfred, holding her close, shielding her

As the girl walked away, she kept glancing back at Alfred, reluctant to leave. "I'll always support you and Vivian! You have to get married!"Alfred watched them go, then casually dropped a scoop of ice cream onto my plate. "Babe, don't take it to heart. The CEO Falls in Love series on Vivian's socials is blowing up—it's great for the company. You have no idea how happy it makes her. If I shut it down, she'll be upset."I barely looked at him. "I don't care. You don't need to explain."Another sharp pain ripped through my stomach. I clutched my abdomen, my face paling.On the drive home, his phone rang again."Mr. Johnston, can you pick me up from the pool? I'm wearing something way too revealing—it's impossible to get a cab. Please, please?"Vivian's voice was sickly sweet, practically dripping through the speaker.Alfred chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'm on my way."After hanging up, he grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Babe, let's go pick up Vivian together. That way, you won't

Alfred looked at me lying there, weak and exhausted. For a split second, guilt flickered across his face."Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had asthma."I didn't respond. There was no point—his heart had no place for me anymore.Phoebe, seeing that I was stabilizing, stormed over and slapped him. Hard.Christopher and Margaret didn't stop her. They just watched as she let loose, screaming and hitting him like she'd completely lost it.She yanked my medical records from the drawer and flung them onto the floor."Are you even a man? Hannah was pregnant, and not only did you ignore her, but you tried to run her over! Well, congratulations—you got what you wanted. The baby's gone. So is her uterus. At least now she won't have to suffer under a bastard like you anymore."Alfred picked up the records, his hands shaking. Tears dripped onto the pages.***One week laterI was discharged.First thing I did? Filed for divorce.But Alfred refused to sign.One day, he was "too busy

For three days while Alfred was abroad, Vivian lost it. She couldn't reach him, so she camped outside my house, waiting. When I got fed up and called security, she started lurking by the neighborhood entrance, stalking me every time I stepped out.She looked awful—her once bright eyes now lifeless.I poured her a cup of tea.She stared at me, wide-eyed. "Mr. Johnston called you, didn't he? Why is he ignoring me but talking to you?"I shrugged. "Ask him. Not my problem."Vivian scoffed. "Don't think you're special just because you're 'Mrs. Johnston.' Washed-up women like you always get dumped."I didn't bother responding.She smirked, taking a sip. "I'm younger, prettier, and way more fun than you. Be honest—how many times has he even touched you this year?"I nodded. "You're right about everything. So do me a favor—tell him to hurry up and divorce me so he can marry you. Being a mistress forever? Not exactly a flex."Vivian's eyes went round. "You old hag, who are you calling

After finalizing the divorce, I bought a villa in the suburbs. Big backyard, plenty of space, and rows of blooming lavender—exactly how I liked it.I hadn't lived there long when frantic knocking jolted me awake.Groggy, I dragged myself to the door. A woman stood outside, clothes in tatters, eyes hollow. Something about her felt... familiar."Hannah Hill. It's been years. Never thought I'd find you hiding out here."I blinked. "Do I know you?""You don't remember me? Seven years ago, I set fire to Alfred's house. You ran in to save him. I still remember when that beam crashed down on you."She smiled, like she was reminiscing about an old movie.I took a step back. "What? How do you know about that fire?"I'd always thought it was an accident. After I was hospitalized, Christopher and Margaret handled everything. By the time I was discharged, it was old news."My name's Michelle Saun. You should remember me."Michelle Saun.Yeah, I remembered.Back in college, she was the