Divorcing the Fraud CEO,Now He’s Begging for Me Back

He denied everything, staring at me like I'd lost my mind.

"Jade, what's wrong with you? Early menopause?"

"Why are you so paranoid lately?"

"After everything I've done for you, how can you not see it? I've been out there busting my ass looking for work, and this is what I come home to?"

We screamed at each other until he stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the walls.

I stayed behind, stewing in my own rage.

Sleep wouldn't come. I tossed and turned for hours, that forum post burning in my mind like a brand.

No. I'm not letting this go.

I sat up, grabbed my phone, and started typing a reply of my own.

"Oh, he 'can't sleep' because he's thinking about some young girl? That's not insomnia—that's obsession. The kind that keeps you up at night scratching at your own chest."

"He 'enjoys' going on business trips with her? Please. He's just looking for excuses to get his hands on her when no one's watching."

"And she 'confessed' to him? Don't flatter yourself. You couldn't keep it in your pants, so you harassed her until she couldn't take it anymore."

"The truth is, she reported him. That's why the company fired him. That's why his reputation is in the gutter. End of story."

I hit post and let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. For the first time in weeks, something in my chest unclenched.

The comments exploded.

"Wait... this actually makes way more sense."

"Oh my God, is THIS the real story?"

"I knew it! No man is that perfect. Finding a decent guy is harder than finding a three-legged toad, and this one's a fraud!"

Screenshots spread. Shares multiplied. Likes poured in.

Within thirty minutes, the post hit the local trending page.

I was still scrolling through the chaos, almost amused, when the bedroom door flew open.

Warren stormed in, chest heaving.

"Are you out of your fucking mind, Jade?"

"What garbage have you been reading online? You actually posted that—that filth about me?"

His eyes were bloodshot, veins standing out on his neck.

"I already told you, she's lying! That little slut is making it all up!"

"She thinks every man wants her just because she's young? Is that it?"

He stepped closer, jabbing a finger at me.

"You're my wife. How can you not believe me?"

That was exactly the problem. Five years of marriage had taught me exactly who Warren Gilbert was.

When he got what he wanted—a project, a deal, a woman—he'd brag about it endlessly.

When he didn't get what he wanted, he'd stop at nothing to destroy it.

And right now? The more desperately he screamed his innocence, the more he proved his guilt. A man with nothing to hide doesn't fight this hard.

I wasn't interested in another screaming match.

"I'll say it one more time." My voice came out flat. "Either you move out, or we get divorced."

I pulled out the divorce papers I'd already printed and held them out to him.

"All you have to do is sign. We go our separate ways. I stop bothering you, you get your peace and quiet."

A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I met his eyes.

"Otherwise, nights like tonight? They're going to keep happening."

"You're threatening me?"

Warren's gaze narrowed, cold and calculating.

He snatched the papers from my hand.

Then, slowly and deliberately, he tore them to shreds.

"Let me make something clear, Jade." His voice dropped to something low and venomous. "Don't even think about it."

"The day you married me, I told you—till death do us part. Widowhood, not divorce."

"You want to leave me and live some carefree little life on your own?" He laughed, the sound hollow. "Keep dreaming."

On his way out, he grabbed my bank card from the nightstand.

The door slammed shut.

I collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down my face before I could stop them.

I couldn't even remember anymore—what had I seen in him five years ago?