Too Late, Mr. CEO: I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 4

Word Count: 607 | Released on: 08/05/2026

e Plaza suite, warming the tangled white sheets. Eleono

mask smeared across her face. "Get up. We are going to B

the vanity mirror. A slow smile st

ked arm-in-arm out of the hotel's revolvi

o the gleaming, perfumed

n Express card tied to Jaret's accoun

ut blinking, purchasing three ra

nora swiped the card again for a pair of b

nt. They ordered a ridiculous afternoon tea and

, exclusive cigar bar in Midto

chair. His knuckles were white as h

eid Paxton, sat across from hi

o... what's happening with C

d. He slammed his glass down on the glass

ed, his chest heaving. "She ruined

autiously. "And Eleon

rrogant scoff. He leaned

h absolute certainty. "She'll cool off at a hotel for a few da

rtain glance before they nodded. Their agreemen

rves. He suddenly felt a crawling sensation under

ing traffic, the engine roaring as h

at his silk tie to loosen it. He planned to

nthouse was pitch black. The sile

all switch, flooding the massiv

s voice bounced off the w

ed quickly to the master bedroom

et was gutted. Only the flashy gowns he

traight through his ribs. His br

ck into the living room, his e

he massive oak desk in

feeling like lead. He stared do

signature was the three-carat diamond ring.

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“Seven years ago, I gave up a Supreme Court clerkship to marry the billionaire CEO, Jaret Burns. Today, he dragged me into a Manhattan courtroom by my wrist. He accused me of hiding cocaine in the trunk of my car. He stood protectively near Chelsie, the woman crying fake tears in the gallery, and hissed that I was a jealous disgrace dragging his family name through the mud. Dozens of eyes stabbed into my back as the prosecutor loudly read the felony charges. Jaret took a deliberate step away from my chair, crossing his arms to distance himself from a criminal. He looked at me with blind arrogance, completely trusting the woman who had actually framed me. He had no idea my defense attorney was holding a USB drive with time-stamped security footage of Chelsie planting the drugs. As the chilling realization wrapped around my heart, the ashes of my seven-year sacrifice blew away into nothingness. I had buried my brilliant legal mind to be his unpaid maid and trophy wife, only to be thrown away for a pathetic lie. When the judge saw the video, dismissed my charges, and had the bailiffs drag a screaming Chelsie away, Jaret finally panicked. "Nora, wait, I didn't know!" I didn't even look at his regretful face. I went home, left my three-carat diamond ring on top of the signed divorce papers, and scheduled an interview with the most ruthless litigator in New York.”