Divorcing The CEO: Watch Me Shine

he Long Island typhoon-one they had sailed straight into that morning, ignoring every official typhoon warning fr

nsen, her husband of three years and the CEO of Jensen Enterprises, shoved

shivering as tears mixed

ng to die out here just like m

life, Eloy's amber eyes constricted. Without a second of hesitati

opping like lead. She kicked her legs with the last of her str

ice was raw, her knuckles turning white

off his shirt one by one, h

ve saved me first?" Flora's voice wa

ogether and said nothing.

e untouchable white moonlight he had carried in his heart since he was a boy. Every soft glance, every qui

. I cannot let anything happen to their only da

rapped an arm around her waist, swimming toward the a

gging her down into the black depths. Freezing water rushed into he

ular forearm locked around her waist, and the crisp, fami

replaced by antiseptic. She was lying in a private hospital room on Manh

e in carrying the damp chill of the rain, followed clos

hed toward the nightstand for a glass of water

of documents onto her b

aritime liab

ked down at the bold title. The clauses stated that she admitted full respon

she could barely draw br

typhoon warning, and she was at the helm when the t

d cigar from his pocket and rollin

ions cannot afford a scandal right now. You are my wife,

le lips. Under the cover of the blanket, her left thumb pressed the

to meet his. The warmth that used to fill her gaze ov

ck, clenching his fists until his knuckles

stepping out from under the Jensen fam

eached over, picked up the Montblanc pen from the tray, and uncapped it. Without another word,

ash of annoyed confusion crossing his fa

epped forward and hel

dollar check from Mr. Jensen as compe

two fingers, deliberately a

he money.

nce. Not in the wat

ed his thin lips into a tight line, stared hard at he

eck, then noticed a black bespoke suit jacket draped over

t the wool. Faint traces of dried blood and that

V bag. Flora slipped the check under

t me to the

he metal tray, her fingers fumblin

m, ma'am." The words came out stiff, li

lack jacket closer, her fingers closing around a heavy silver cufflink engra

. A nostalgic smile tugged a