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Divorcing The CEO: I'll Take Your Empire

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 806 | Released on: 07/02/2026

later, Ca

apartment, along with a faint, cloying scent of

front of her. She watched him shed his coat, tossing it onto the a

walked over and kissed the top of her head. It was a reflex, de

d her coffee, the spoon clinking r

presentatio

e her, reaching for the carafe of orange juice. "They want

ogance in the set of his jaw, the way he didn't even bother

final audit. A stress

," sh

licing into

s," she said slowly. "I think

reeched agai

ing. He slowly looked up, and for a second, the mask sli

isgust. A

d his mouth with a linen napki

aiting," she corre

on that condescending tone he used with junior developer

ing forward. "Or is it me? Do you th

craped loudly against the floor. He

ic, Isidora. Your background... your genes. We don't kn

eft Isido

mother, who died in a state institution. He was

" she w

her emotions. He reached into his wallet and pulled ou

e said. "Get a facial

d walked tow

card. It was heavy, made o

tchen trash can. She dropped it in am

rieved the manila folder from the sta

ajar. Cash was on the phone, his bac

miss him too. I'l

r open. It hit the sto

ne instantly, sliding it into his po

desk and slammed the folder down. The Newton's cradle on

d. He opene

Petition for Diss

"Divorce? Really, Isidora? Is this a negoti

t conceive of a world where she

d. "It's a notification. I'm leaving.

want my money? You have nothing, Isidora. You came fro

eave them he

ned to

ologize. He sat back in his leather

r to hear. "I need a new post-nup drafted. My w

. Her hand gripped the doorframe

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“I spent three years being the perfect wife to tech mogul Cash Ferguson, a forensic accountant playing the role of a low-risk asset to stabilize his public image. My world shattered when I saw a live CNBC broadcast from Sundance showing Cash tenderly hoisting a two-year-old boy onto his hip-a secret son born to a socialite mistress while he was supposedly at a business roadshow. When I confronted him with divorce papers, Cash didn't apologize; he laughed, calling me a "liability" and weaponizing my mother's history of mental illness to claim I was genetically unfit to carry his heir. He didn't just reject the split; he locked the penthouse elevator and froze every one of my accounts, reclassifying me from a wife to a piece of disputed company property. "You came from nothing, Isidora," he sneered, tossing a credit card at me like a leash. "Stop being dramatic. I can afford a pet, but don't think you can survive a day in the real world without my name." The betrayal turned lethal when I discovered Cash had tracked down my mother's stolen emerald brooch-my only connection to my past-and bought it as a gift for his mistress. He was using my trauma and my heritage to decorate the woman who had replaced me in his secret life. I realized then that Cash had made a fatal accounting error: he forgot that I was the one who built his shadow accounts and knew exactly where the fraud was buried. He wanted to treat our marriage like a hostile takeover, so I decided to give him a market correction he would never forget. I escaped down forty flights of stairs with nothing but a burner laptop and a plan to burn his empire to the ground. If he wanted to play dirty, I'd show him what happens when a forensic accountant initiates a liquidation protocol. I'm not just leaving; I'm going to make him crawl.”