The CEO's Final Gift

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 728 | Released on: 22/08/2025

aughter drifte

ghter. Light

acked boxes. She had moved in here to give them the master suite. It

murmur, Hettie's excited replies. They were talking about

confirmation of

door, her body moving on autopi

om. Hettie was curled up on the sofa, her head on Brady's lap. He was

domestic bliss. A picture she h

her. A triumphant little

with false sweetness. "I'm so glad you're he

ttie's hair. He looked at

unced. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a decree. "She has

," Hettie cooed, tapping his chin. "It's

his gaze fixed on

ing sure she understood her family's

at asset," Karissa said.

ar too long after the merger. It must have been so awkward for you, working for him. People mi

as painting Karissa as a bitter ex-wife, a potential corporate spy.

not at Hettie,

warning. "It's better for everyone that you're makin

of silent, thankless work. He was publicly humiliating her, siding with the wom

Karissa said,

upstairs, but Hettie

nce. "My legs are so sore from all the excitement. Would you min

ctor. The only person in th

p immediately

ake that tea for her. On the rare nights when the pain in her joints was too much to bear, a symptom

te gesture of care was

g, the sound of the kettle boiling. Then, Brady's voice

tairs. She didn't need a glass of water

m door and leaned agains

it. The f

heir life together had been real. It was a

ave. Not tomo

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“For four years, I was a ghost in my own home, trapped in a loveless marriage to a man who despised me. The entire house smelled of lilies-the favorite flower of Hettie, his childhood sweetheart. The day she came back into his life, he tossed divorce papers at me. He demanded my family's company as his compensation and announced that Hettie was carrying his child. In a last, desperate attempt to hold on, I lied and told him I was pregnant, too. He just laughed and called me a pathetic liar. That night, he brought her to our home for dinner. He asked me not to wear my late mother's perfume because Hettie was allergic. He was asking me to erase the last piece of my mother for her. Then I saw it. Around Hettie's neck was the diamond necklace Brady had given me for our first anniversary. The doctors had already warned me that with my terminal illness, I didn't have much time left. That single, cruel act was the final blow. The last bit of love I had for the boy who once promised to protect me died completely. I walked over to the table and calmly signed the divorce papers. Then, I picked up my phone. "Darcy," I said to my lawyer, my voice steady. "I'm transferring all of my shares to Brady Kennedy. Make it effective immediately."”