After the Divorce, My CEO Ex Regret
Vivian · Completed · 95.6k Words
Introduction
His hands gripped my waist. His breath burned against my neck.
“Who is the man?”
I tried to push him away. He only pulled me closer.
“Can he make you feel this good?”
Three years of marriage. I thought I could warm his cold heart.
Then his ex came back. And I became the villain.
He forced me to apologize to her. Never once questioned her lies.
So I signed the papers and walked out.
Now? I’m successful. Beautiful. The one he can’t have.
He kneels in front of me with a diamond ring.
“Let’s remarry.”
I smile—and turn to the man who saved me when I was a child.
He’s been waiting for years.
Let my ex kneel there forever.
Chapter 1
"Elisa, do you know what you're doing?"
Her husband, Louis York, was breathing heavily. Elisa Roberts, completely naked, straddled him, leaning down to kiss his lips.
She could clearly feel his body's reaction - his hard penis pressing against her inner thigh.
Three years of marriage, and Louis had never touched her.
Pathetically, she needed drugs to get even this much contact from him.
At least he could respond to her. That had to count for something—no matter how pathetic it felt.
“Honey,” she murmured softly, her tone laced with provocation, “why are you acting so restrained tonight?”
Louis’s jaw tightened.
Louis growled and flipped her onto her back beneath him.
"I guess you asked for this."
His large hands kneaded her breasts as his knee pushed her legs apart, and he thrust his thick penis hard into her vagina.
Elisa gasped in pain.
“Relax,” Louis muttered, though his own voice was rough.
Louis's movements gradually became steady, his breathing growing heavier in the dim room.
Elisa tried to relax, but her body's tension came more from her mind than her muscles.
She thought, this was their first time having sex - and probably their last.
"Oh, God..."
After what felt like forever, Louis's thrusts became more urgent, then he let out a low growl and finally collapsed heavily on top of her.
The room fell silent except for their breathing.
Elisa's heart was racing. She turned and hugged him tightly.
Louis lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. White smoke blurred his handsome features.
“Why tonight?” he asked.
For a moment, she thought about saying nothing.
"Because I'm leaving."
Louis froze, his blue eyes staring at her. "Why?"
"No reason."
“That’s not an answer.”
"Because I'm tired of this."
She pushed herself up, pulling the blanket around her.
"I've already prepared the papers. You just need to sign."
Louis stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.
This was his wife, the woman he'd been married to for three years.
He felt like he'd never really known her.
The cigarette burned low between his fingers before he spoke again.
"You're sure about this?"
"Yes."
Louis was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Okay, I respect your decision."
Just like that. No hesitation. No resistance. And somehow, that hurt more than anything else.
Last night, she'd received some text messages.
From his half-sister, Angelina Roberts.
[Elisa, Louis took me dancing today. He really has great taste.]
He said I’d love the desserts here. He remembers everything I like.
Oh—wasn’t today your anniversary? Sorry, I borrowed him again. You don’t mind, right?
Angelina, the woman Louis had always loved.
Their marriage had never been about love.
It was a transaction. An arrangement between families.
But marrying Louis had been Elisa's biggest dream since childhood.
It's just that in these three years, Louis had come home for dinner less than 30 times.
He never remembered their anniversary, never remembered her birthday, never remembered anything about her. She used to think that during these years, while Angelina was away from the family, She had once believed effort could change things.
But it had all been wishful thinking.
Now Angelina was back, so it was time for her to go.
Still… she hadn’t been able to leave quietly.. So at dinner earlier, she'd drugged Louis. A final, desperate attempt to hold onto something that had never really been hers.
Elisa greedily studied his handsome face.
Blue eyes, deep-set features, strong and defined bone structure.
Looking at him still made her heart race.
Her throat tightened. Still naked, she took a folder from the closet and tossed it beside Louis.
"This is the divorce agreement. I've already signed it. The property division is clear."
She turned toward the bathroom. "I'm going to shower. I hope by the time I come out, you'll have signed it."
Louis stared at her back and gave a self-mocking laugh.
Hot water poured over her, but it didn’t help. Nothing did. Not the heat. Not the silence. Not even the numbness she tried so hard to cling to. Her shoulders began to shake.
Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore and broke down crying.
She'd loved Louis for fifteen years.
Letting go felt like ripping something out of her chest.
She cried for a long time, until she could barely stand.
Only when the water started turning cold did she put on clean pajamas and walk out of the bathroom.
The papers were still there.
Unsigned.
Her voice came out steadier than she expected.
“Why didn’t you sign?”
Louis didn't answer. He got out of bed and walked over - six foot three of height, broad shoulders and firm muscles, radiating pure masculinity, his steps carrying an aristocratic elegance.
gently took the hairdryer from her hand.
"Sit down. Let me dry your hair."
His voice was so gentle, so gentle it made Elisa's heart ache inexplicably.
She sat on the edge of the bed. Louis stood behind her, Warm air flowed through her damp hair as he stood behind her.
For a moment, it felt almost normal.
Like they were just another couple.
But Elisa knew better than anyone - he wasn't an ordinary husband, and she wasn't a lucky wife.
"Can you wait?" Louis's voice was almost inaudible over the hairdryer's hum.
“For what?”
"Next month is my father's birthday party. I hope you'll still attend as my wife."
Elisa frowned faintly.
The divorce involved both families - Things couldn’t end abruptly.
It was only one more month anyway.
“…Fine,” she said at last. “But I’m moving out.”
Louis's grip on the hairdryer tightened. "Are you in that much of a hurry?"
Elisa smiled bitterly.
It wasn't that she was in a hurry - Angelina was in a hurry. Living together when they were definitely getting divorced would be a disaster for her.
Besides, she was afraid that staying one more day would make her change her mind, afraid she'd end up on her knees begging him not to leave, even though he'd never really been hers.
Silence settled between them again.
After a while, her hair was dry.
Elisa had her back to Louis, not knowing what expression was on his face.
"Three years ago, when the York family was about to go bankrupt, my father forced your family to honor the marriage agreement. Back then, did you marry me willingly?"
"I guess so."
"Thank you for these three years. Taking care of the house - that must have been hard."
Elisa didn't respond.
After a long silence, Louis suddenly asked:
"Are you suddenly asking for a divorce because he came back?"
Elisa froze. "What?"
"Stephen Shaw." Louis's hand still rested on her hair, his voice low. "Did he make you decide to leave?"
At that name, Elisa's eyelashes trembled.
Old memories surfaced instantly.
She bit her lip hard, forcing the tears back.
Then she heard Louis say, "Is he really that important to you?"
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