Too Late, CEO: Your Ex-Wife Is Gone

Chapter 3

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he faint scent of baby powder and lavender was

three-year-old Leo. He was sleeping soundly, his

icked open

unwilling to let the argument drop. He

p this nonsense?" Julian asked. He kept hi

lanket up over Leo's shoulders.

mpire," she stated plainly.

his chest. A cruel, dismiss

o provide for a Sincla

oom, his expensive leather sh

e preschool tuition in Manhattan," he reminded h

ally turned

a father who is never

t his son. His gaze was analytical, as if inspecti

argued. He pointed to the expensive, imported woode

him, feeling a d

rite bedtime story?

elf filled with colorful spines. He opened his mouth, b

ther. "What is he s

interrogation. "Peanuts," he gu

ely missed

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liation crept up his neck at his own ig

a blatant, defensive lie to cover up his sudden flush of embarrassment. He knew a severe allergy wasn't

alized the man standing before her wa

y in his suit pocket. The vibration b

red slightly at the sudden noise, h

ack in a rhythmic motion. She glared at Juli

ced at the screen. The name 'Karli L

wiped the screen and answered the

Julia

cy arrogance vanished, replaced b

ly?" he asked Karli, completely i

e-a voice he never used with her anymore. The last invisible str

e phone back into his pocket and turned back to Ari

to the door. Her

pered. Her voice wa

egained the upper hand by showin

of the room, confident sh

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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.”