CEO’s Sweet Love: Arranged Marriage

I stood there, frozen, as I watched him walk through the door with her. His mistress. The woman he had chosen over me. After three long years of absence, he had returned, but not alone. I listened in disbelief as he spoke about divorce, about ending our marriage as if it were nothing. Read CEO’s Sweet Love: Arranged Marriage Blurb Below:

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I couldn’t believe it. How could he do this to me? How could he come back after all this time and act as if I meant nothing to him? As if the years we had spent together, the vows we had exchanged, were all just a game to him?

My mind raced with questions, with anger, with hurt. I remembered the day he had left, how he had taken my innocence with him without a word of explanation or farewell. I had been loyal to him, faithful, waiting for his return, while he had been enjoying himself with another woman. And now, he wanted to divorce me?

It wasn’t about love; it was about respect, about loyalty. I had given him everything, and this was how he repaid me? I felt a surge of anger, of betrayal. I vowed that he and his mistress would not get away with this easily. They would not be able to convince me to agree to the divorce without a fight.

I spent days and nights thinking about what had gone wrong in our marriage. Was it something I did? Something I said? Or was he simply never committed to me from the beginning? I couldn’t understand how he could be so cold, so callous, how he could discard our marriage so easily.

As the days passed, my anger turned into determination. I would not let him ruin me. I would not let him walk away without facing the consequences of his actions. I started gathering evidence of his infidelity, of his mistreatment of me. I consulted with lawyers, preparing myself for the battle ahead.

When he finally approached me with the divorce papers, I was ready. I presented him with my own terms, demanding a fair settlement and full custody of our children. He was taken aback by my resolve, by my refusal to be a victim any longer.

In the end, I got what I wanted. I got my freedom, my independence. I no longer needed him to define who I was. I was stronger now, wiser. And as I watched him walk away, I knew that I would never again allow anyone to treat me the way he had.