Divorcing The CEO: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 5

Word Count: 881 | Released on: 28/10/2026

utive restroom on the sixty-eighth floor of the Jensen Enterpris

izzie stormed in, her chest heaving, the pink diamond glinti

this ring at all!" Kizzie shrieked, gesturing at her finger

range. The ring Kizzie had picked up off the dining room floor sli

can play games with me?" Flora whisper

orridor outside. Flora recognized the rh

backward, pressing her shoulder lightly agai

e sight of Kizzie with her hand still raised in the air while Flora s

Eloy roared, striding forward

then at Flora, her face draining of colo

lied me! And s

oisture into the rims of her eye

grab the compliance files off my desk, an

king back and forth between

pink diamond on her hand cost

mockery in her pupils, then pointed a tremb

ding ring is sitting on

fingers open. The cheap, plain platinum we

n, her face turning bee

n the floor this morning! I just... I j

hand to slap me in the executive restroom?" Flor

ring at the scuffed wedding band in Kizzie's palm, he

. "Get out of this building and go back to Long Islan

lling over her lashes before she covered

lights, Eloy pinched the bridge o

ou hap

she opened her briefcase waiting by the sink, pulled out a three-hundr

ing and the board-required risk isolation ad

through the first two pages, his eyes glazing

is special assistant skidded to a halt a

, we have a

w?" Eloy

booked a one-way ticket to Paris on her phone and sa

losing his saviors' only child wiping

JFK Airport!" Eloy barked, tu

othing-not a cent of your fortune-would you let

h. "You'd never leave me. You've

ped Montblanc pen, he

his filing has to be submitted to th

f the subheadings buried at the back of the stack, he flipped from red tab to red tab, scrawli

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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.”