Too Late, CEO: Your Ex-Wife Is Gone

Chapter 2

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ry. Her wet shoes squeaked softly against the hardwood floor. The

she heard Ju

an said. His voice carrie

a moment later. The massive apartm

e. Julian strode down the hallway, hi

bed her

his large hand shoc

t of his grasp as if his touch physically burned

mixed with rising anger at her physical r

l, his large frame blocking any escape. He leaned

imply because Karli was here?

r, his dark eyes sea

e. Your jealousy is irrational," he hint

t. She felt absolutely nothing. No jealou

hair from her pale cheek. It was a manipulative

he murmured, his voice dropping

elle's stomach churn with revulsion. The tho

ay sharply. His finger

stated flatly. "I only w

ing his hand. He ran his fingers through his

to avoid your marital duties,"

ly. Her gaze was devoid of the usual warmt

s left to fulfill,"

appeared in his dark irises. He adjusted his

me?" he

e cold air filled her lungs, g

ce," s

et hallway. It was heavy

his jaw ticked rapidly as

off. He looked at her as if she were

e shook his head. "This female hyster

ain. His presence wa

ivorced," he stated. It wa

wn. Her posture remaine

ntact yours," she asserte

e handle of the nursery door. She was d

door open and

A deep, unrecognized seed of panic took root in his chest

Chapter End

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“Arielle barely survived a terrifying plane crash. Trembling and soaked in rain, she rushed back to her penthouse, desperately needing her husband's embrace. But when she opened the heavy door, she found a pair of cheap pink stilettos in the foyer. Her billionaire husband, Julian, was intimately drinking bourbon with the new network intern on their living room sofa. Instead of asking if she was hurt, Julian glared at her wet clothes with disgust. "You are ruining the imported Persian rug. Your tardiness embarrassed me." Arielle soon discovered the horrifying truth. The airline had called Julian when her private jet was plunging toward the earth. He knew she was facing imminent death, but he chose to ignore it for a routine board meeting. Worse, he spent that very evening flirting with his mistress in their home. When Arielle confronted him, he threw a black Amex card at her to buy her silence. He even abused his power as CEO to replace her veteran prime-time anchor with the intern. Looking at the man who once promised to protect her above all else, Arielle felt a freezing numbness spread through her chest. How could the man she loved for seven years become a cold-blooded stranger who didn't even care if she lived or died? The last thread of her love completely snapped. Arielle threw his credit card into the trash, signed the divorce papers demanding sole custody of their son, and walked out of his empire for good.”