Too Late, CEO: Your Ex-Wife Is Gone

Chapter 6

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ce. The heavy glass door clicked shut behind

e locked out the chaotic network enviro

n the floor, she collapsed in

ounter faded rapidly. It left beh

plane crash merged with the absolute heartbreak of Julian's betra

bottom drawer of her desk. She pull

in around her neck, she opened the box. It

years ago. It was penned on thick, cream-colored parchment paper,

ing stared back at her: 'To prot

aloud. Her voice crac

ng rain in Sydney. He had been so desperate

years ago and the cruel, indifferent CEO of toda

opped onto the parchment, slightly b

ret. She mourned the years she w

a ghost. The man living in the penthous

back of her hand. Her expression shifted

lver lighter she kept for lighting scent

r, she brought it to the fire. S

basket beside her desk. She watched the past turn

monitors. She woke them up wi

ment file she had created months ag

: 'Divorce Set

keyboard. She updated the te

demand for sole physical and

hts to spousal support or any share of the Sincl

whirred to life, spitting out t

, tapping them on the desk t

to a thick manila envelope

Her assistant, Nina, called out, ann

pped out not as Mrs. Sinclair, but

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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.”