The CEO's Development Plan

At the wedding scene, Zachary Mills, suddenly showed up and took the bride. As his wife, I promptly leaked the news to the reporters, leaving him utterly humiliated.

When he confronted me, I merely smiled faintly, saying, "It's fine if you don't like me, but you must listen to me."

At the wedding scene, Zachary suddenly interrupted the ceremony, embracing the bride tightly and kissing her passionately.

His face was lit up with a smile as if he had regained something he had lost. He said, "Averie Ford, don't leave me. I can't bear to lose you. Come with me, I want to be with you forever."

Averie, in his arms, was crying with a sorrowful beauty, struggling against his embrace with a mix of resistance and longing. She said, "Why did you come so late? I almost married someone else."

They embraced and kissed in the rain, just like the protagonists in a romance novel.

The onlookers began snapping photos and enjoying the drama.

Meanwhile, I, Zachary's wife, stood in the shadows like an outsider, my expression unreadable.

I snuffed out the cigarette in my hand, picked up my phone, and dialed a number, "It's your turn to take the stage!"

Before long, a swarm of reporters descended like paparazzi on a hot scoop, their faces alight with excitement.

"Mr. Mills, what's your relationship with Miss Ford?" One reporter asked.

"Is it true you've been with Miss Ford for three years?" Another reporter added.

"When do you plan to divorce Mrs. Mills? Can you share any details?" One reporter said.

The scene erupted into chaos, and Zachary's face darkened in anger as he looked at the reporters crowding around, unable to understand how these reporters had gotten the information

Soon, the news of Zachary's affair with the influencer Averie was all over the trending topics.

Watching Zachary awkwardly protect Averie in his arms, I couldn't help but let out a derisive laugh, saying, "You brought this on yourself!"

That evening, Zachary stormed home in a fury.

"Maisie Mills, were the reporters this afternoon arranged by you?"

"So what if I did? Zachary, don't forget, we're still married!"

He immediately lost some of his composure, but stubbornly replied, "We agreed to divorce after a year."

"Have you forgotten why we got married? It was you begging me, and I reluctantly agreed!" I said. "But... I don't like you!"

"It's fine if you don't like me, but you must listen to me."

Zachary fell silent for a moment, his expression defeated as he sank onto the sofa.

Our marriage was a business deal, arranged personally by his grandfather before he passed away. I knew he didn't love me, but so what? In the end, he still obediently married me.

His phone rang; it was his father, Neil Mills, calling, "You ungrateful brat, look at the mess you've made. Mills Group's stock dropped several points today, and it's all because of you. If you can't secure Spencer Group's investment, you can leave the Mills Family. I don't need a son like you."

Then another voice came from the other end of the phone, "Honey, don't be angry! Braeden Mills came first in his grade again today. Look how promising he is. With him around, he'll surely help Zachary manage Mills Group in the future."

Zachary hung up the phone, barely containing his anger, his arm's veins bulging as his anger took hold.

He looked at me with slightly reddened eyes, his tone softening a bit, "Honey, I know I was wrong. I'll fix today's mess. I promise this won't happen again. Let's get some rest."

I glanced at him with a half-smile, then lazily replied, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well today. won't be able to attend to you."

What did he take me for? A trash can? That depended on whether I was willing. Right now, the power was in my hands.

Zachary exuded a calm madness, as if he could withstand any disaster. It seemed he like a dignified warrior enduring hardship. In reality, he was a despicable scoundrel. Every time I saw his composed expression, I wanted to tear it apart.

"Fine, I'll sleep in the guest room tonight." Zachary turned to leave.

I picked up a document and threatened, "That's a pity. I was planning to give you this contract, but now that I think about it, Mr. Gill would make a good partner too."

Zachary stopped in his tracks. He clearly didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

As he hesitated, I suddenly said, "I suddenly crave a cake from Sunny's Bakery!"

"I'll go get it. Honey, wait at home. I'll be back soon."

"Don't forget, I only eat the matcha-flavored one!"

Zachary probably didn't expect me to command him so naturally, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Actually, I didn't really want the cake; I just wanted to boss him around.

He didn't have me in his heart, so I would make myself indispensable in his life.

By the time he returned, exhausted, I was already snug under the covers, sleeping soundly.

After a moment of silence, he resignedly lay down on the other side of the bed.

Zachary still hadn't come to terms with being married. He couldn't accept that the woman he married wasn't the one he truly loved.

That night, he tossed and turned, feeling uneasy as he watched me sleep peacefully beside him.

"Maisie?"

In a daze, I heard someone calling me.

"Wake up." someone continued.

It was so annoying! Who disturbed someone's sleep in the middle of the night? Oh, it was Zachary! Seeing his handsome face that bore some resemblance to someone, I decided to hold back.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"I just wanted to ask you about... the contract." Zachary stammered.

"Don't worry, I'll give you the contract tomorrow!"

A hint of joy flashed across his face, and he offered me the cake to win me over, saying, "Honey, I bought the cake you wanted."