Divorcing The CEO: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 3

Word Count: 865 | Released on: 28/10/2026

e screen and shoving the pounding in her chest down as the town

d foyer, immediately catching the high-pitched soun

aning boneless against Eloy's shoulder on the sofa,

and he caught her wrist under

your idea to take the yacht out," he murmu

ered. "And if she

her elder-you should

small, ob

ale face, he frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but the

he staircase slowly with a maid supporting her arm. She walked straigh

d. You've suf

immediately wiped the smile off her face, biting he

adn't insisted on taking the yacht out, Sis

tears and reached f

t hurt trying t

mirk, taking half a step back and swaying s

e slapped Kizzie's hand away and slam

ng a few days of luxury, and you actually think blue blood runs in your veins?" Eleanor

or, her honey-brown eyes widenin

nd pulled Kizzie behind

of the people who saved my life! H

the wife you married before the law and church. You left your own wife to drow

atched Kizzie shake with humiliation,

ad toward the butler

name immediately, and freeze her monthly trust dividends unti

sk. Tears poured down her cheeks as she

eally didn't mean to d

brows, frustratio

ing too far. Kizzie has to attend the

h and coughed twice, h

oesn't have a job. If you cut off her allowance

ted like gasoline

ishes in Manhattan! The Jensen family does no

Kizzie's phone chimed with a string of bank alert notifications.

hipped his head around to gla

you have to tear this house

half-second, then turned on his heel

fore walking back toward the stairs. The moment the matriarc

diamond earring Kizzie had dropped in her

The divorce agreement and resignation letter are buried in Monday's co

chat thread, looking out the window as Eloy's sports car r

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“The freezing Atlantic water burned my lungs as the yacht sank, leaving me to fight for my life in the dark, churning waves. My husband, Eloy Jensen, watched me struggle, but his only concern was our guest, Kizzie Delaney. Without a second of hesitation, Eloy ripped off his own life vest and shoved it onto Kizzie. He pried my fingers off his shirt, leaving me to drown, and swam toward the rescue boat with the woman he claimed he had to protect because her parents had once saved his life. I was left to the mercy of the black depths, gasping for air as the cold swallowed me whole. When I finally woke up in a private hospital room, the betrayal only deepened. Eloy didn't ask if I was alive; he threw a maritime liability waiver at me, demanding I take the blame for the crash to protect the Jensen family's reputation. He treated me like a disposable asset, a mere placeholder, while he showered Kizzie with luxury and affection. I was his legal wife, yet he left me to die in the ocean just to save his precious "orphan." How could a man I shared a bed with for three years turn his back on me so callously? Why was my life worth less than a convenient lie? I looked at the divorce papers I had buried in a corporate compliance filing, feeling the cold weight of the metal cufflink in my pocket-a secret reminder of the powerful man who had pulled me from the sea that night. I picked up the pen and signed my name, ready to burn the Jensen empire to the ground.”