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Divorcing The CEO: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 796    |    Released on: 28/10/2026

rivate elevator before looking down at the bold, looping signature at the bottom of

Division Agreement" and her "Chief Compliance Officer Resignation Approval" o

r tongue, of swallowing every slight to be the docile wife he expected-all of it ended right

s number, a rush of pure, cold relief fina

igned

end of the line. "Bring the originals to my office right now. I'm taking the

er corner office. Moving quickly, she packed her professional lic

nd Kizzie had been clutching, left discarded on the restroom counter and

heading toward JFK Airport, Eloy's sed

Kizzie's voicemail greeting played for the twelfth time. His knuckles whitened against the leather, veins

Terminal 4, Eloy shoved past a security g

ed Kizzie dragging a pink suitcase, her shoulders

uled her into his arms, pressing her

weakly against his suit ja

believe me anymore! You only

g his eyes and wrapping his arms tighter around her trembl

manila envelope across the table

s, this agreement becomes legally bulletproof," Chloe sa

ep him from noticing anything unusual,"

you stop showing up, Jensen

urse, logging into the administra

ith comforting his precious little sister. He

d thirty-day paid-leave email responder and severed all

black bulletproof Range Rover sat i

epted internal alert from Jensen Enterprises read: "CCO Flora Love

he glass screen and spoke to his spe

ar transaction record we have on Jensen Ente

ike? The Jensens still have deep r

was striking because that man had le

ed onto the sidewalk, pulling her trench

Instagram, she saw a new direct messag

she tapped the message open to read the single line

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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.”