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Too Late, CEO: Your Ex-Wife Is Gone

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 578    |    Released on: Today at 16:06

the prestigious early education

rful, child-friendly gates. Her sharp professional de

s meticulously building a block tower, staying f

, approached Arielle. She wore

her a brightly colored flyer. "This is for th

lyer, her throat t

ather is unavailable again, an uncle or a grandfa

t clear she already viewed Arielle

of her 'perfect' marriage was obvious even to preschool

he knelt down to his eye

wooden blocks and ran into her embrace, bury

ow light he was against her chest

his car seat and handed him

ttan traffic, Arielle looked at

lly. "Do you want to invite Dad

juice. His small brows

hands gripped the cardboard juice box tig

She pulled the car over to the side of a q

turned around, reaching back

Daddy to come, Leo

e whispered, "Daddy is too lo

added innocently, "Daddy doesn't like

Arielle like a physical blow to the chest.

a wonderful boy, Leo. It's not y

ping the marriage intact 'for the child'

leaving deep psychological sca

eyes. She would get him out of that penthouse. She

again. Her resolve hardened

or Julian to agree to anything.

ng her lawyer's number on the car's Bluetooth syste

traffic, carrying a mother ready

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Too Late, CEO: Your Ex-Wife Is Gone
Too Late, CEO: Your Ex-Wife Is Gone
“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.”