The Rise Of The Ex-Wife: From Mrs. To CEO

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l night clearing up my things from my matrimonial b

in order to drown the lump that was desperately forming

crying over Maven anymore. I'd wasted enough of them

ld was waiting to see if I'd survive i

to have my meal. I had to stay a

but not surprised. Perhaps they didn't fully connect with my pitch the way they should

almost every interview, and dissected the best collection he'd ever created... I had s

l crossed. I was still p

k up speed. My appetite returned to the pit of my stomach,

were

for this moment, but...

wasn't so concerned. I had to look

d with the kind of effortless beauty that irritated me more than I cared to admit. She looked about two or three ye

me to learn that I should be more

led her luggage in like she

ne of a rom-com. And it grated against ev

ruptly, and their laughter died in t

ke a child cau

, her hand slipp

pajamas with my hair all roughed up and unkempt. I shoul

ously like she didn't know wheth

s sides, unsure whether to reach for his mistress or slid

at. Her round, blue eyes darted around the dining room like it was a co

that I could cut it wit

nger. I could've made them squirm some

ce. The kind of smile that said to the girl, 'This is still my house. I am

siness partners, and I h

d in the warme

d before she could decide to fold into h

then placed her palm in mine. It was

ng my head just slightly. "That's a lovely shade of blon

re whether it was a compliment or a

y over her. "It must've been a long ride. Would you like s

oo quickly. "No. No, I'

tle. It cracked in places s

rest on Maven

, or break something. Maybe throw a plate or throw her out the door. But her

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feel peckish, let me know. We have a few lovely wines chill

anks. I'

pact of being welcomed in a house she had no right to feel c

room if you n

hed the stairs, I paused and looked over m

d prepped. It's ready for you, Deline. Fresh linens. Full wa

ess she couldn't find the words to

tairs and heade

temptation to break down was overw

est constricted so tightly, I took a few deep bre

her tightly, willing the pain away. Wishing and praying

inged, almost as if the

ars I hadn't let fall, and turned toward t

r the usual: another pointless newsletter, a weekend email from work

weekends. I always brought work home, enoug

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my life poured

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r press mentions and survi

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d every major client, designed campaigns that made headlines, and brought in

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ho the hell did he think could replac

the time I was finally ready to walk, I'd wa

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