Too Late, Mr. CEO: I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 2

Word Count: 546 | Released on: 08/05/2026

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are dismissed immediately," the ju

d. They grabbed Chelsie by both

ared across her cheeks in dark, ugly streaks. Her

cking with pure terror as she twisted he

d tight. His eyes were wide, staring blank

e always prided himsel

ir. She calmly smoothed out the invis

elsie. She turned on her heel and walk

paralysis. He lunged forward, his long l

marble hallway. His hand

st heaved. "I didn't know. I swear

his hand gripping her coat, her eyes

d. Her voice held

n her eyes physically stung him. His fing

m. She pushed through the heav

n autumn hit her face, blowing away th

ed a high-end car service app. Less than a minute later, a

the heavy door. Eleonora slid i

ret's pathetic, regretful face be

headrest. She pinched the bridge of her no

rom her purse and dial

ght to the master bedroom immediately,"

enue. The blur of luxury stores and rushi

te underground garage of Jaret's

cked sharply against the concrete a

ner. The doors slid open silently

o the sprawling, custom-designed home t

. She marched straight toward the master bedroom, where the three silver

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“Seven years ago, I gave up a Supreme Court clerkship to marry the billionaire CEO, Jaret Burns. Today, he dragged me into a Manhattan courtroom by my wrist. He accused me of hiding cocaine in the trunk of my car. He stood protectively near Chelsie, the woman crying fake tears in the gallery, and hissed that I was a jealous disgrace dragging his family name through the mud. Dozens of eyes stabbed into my back as the prosecutor loudly read the felony charges. Jaret took a deliberate step away from my chair, crossing his arms to distance himself from a criminal. He looked at me with blind arrogance, completely trusting the woman who had actually framed me. He had no idea my defense attorney was holding a USB drive with time-stamped security footage of Chelsie planting the drugs. As the chilling realization wrapped around my heart, the ashes of my seven-year sacrifice blew away into nothingness. I had buried my brilliant legal mind to be his unpaid maid and trophy wife, only to be thrown away for a pathetic lie. When the judge saw the video, dismissed my charges, and had the bailiffs drag a screaming Chelsie away, Jaret finally panicked. "Nora, wait, I didn't know!" I didn't even look at his regretful face. I went home, left my three-carat diamond ring on top of the signed divorce papers, and scheduled an interview with the most ruthless litigator in New York.”