After the Divorce, My CEO Ex Regret
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The night I asked for a divorce, my husband—the one who swore he loved someone else—begged me to stay.
His hands gripped my waist. His breath burned against my neck.
“Who is the man?”
I tried to push him away. He only pulled me closer.
“Can he make you feel this good?”
Three years of marriage. I thought I could warm his cold heart.
Then his ex came back. And I became the villain.
He forced me to apologize to her. Never once questioned her lies.
So I signed the papers and walked out.
Now? I’m successful. Beautiful. The one he can’t have.
He kneels in front of me with a diamond ring.
“Let’s remarry.”
I smile—and turn to the man who saved me when I was a child.
He’s been waiting for years.
Let my ex kneel there forever.
His hands gripped my waist. His breath burned against my neck.
“Who is the man?”
I tried to push him away. He only pulled me closer.
“Can he make you feel this good?”
Three years of marriage. I thought I could warm his cold heart.
Then his ex came back. And I became the villain.
He forced me to apologize to her. Never once questioned her lies.
So I signed the papers and walked out.
Now? I’m successful. Beautiful. The one he can’t have.
He kneels in front of me with a diamond ring.
“Let’s remarry.”
I smile—and turn to the man who saved me when I was a child.
He’s been waiting for years.
Let my ex kneel there forever.










































