I Divorced the CEO Who Was Destined to Leave Me

Could it really happen?

I thought it over seriously, and then laughed at myself.

How many times do you have to fall flat before you stop spinning wild little fantasies?

That night, back home, I remembered what the floating system text had said. In two months, Kenneth would propose to Doris.

Going by that timeline, we'd be filing for divorce soon.

Before then, I needed to get my things in order, fast.

I was in the middle of sorting my clothes when I heard movement in the living room.

I stepped out to look. Kenneth was home.

And behind him, in pink, was Doris Swanson.

It was the first time I'd really looked at the so-called heroine.

She was beautiful. Genuinely.

These past days under Kenneth's care must have suited her. Doris had on a touch of light makeup, and she smelled sweet.

When she saw me, she was neither timid nor presumptuous.

"Hello, Lorraine."

I started to say, "I—"

But before I could get a word out, she went on.

"I'm only here to help Mr. Farley pack for his business trip. Please don't misunderstand."

I didn't misunderstand. This whole house is going to be yours someday.

I gave a loaded, awkward little smile and glanced at Kenneth, who was drinking a glass of water.

He met my eyes. "Pack me a few changes of clothes. I leave for San Francisco the day after tomorrow to close a project."

I had no choice but to agree.

I was about to get up when I saw the system text scolding me for sticking my nose in where it didn't belong, so I sat back down.

I smiled warmly at Doris. "Mr. Farley's bedroom is the master on the left, upstairs. Why don't you go pack for him?"

"You're his assistant. You know better than I do what he should wear for which occasion."

Surprise and a flash of excitement crossed Doris's face.

She tamped it down, lowered her voice. "Oh, I couldn't possibly."

"It's nothing. Go on."

After she went upstairs, Kenneth walked over, his face dark.

"Lorraine."

"Mm?"

"How could you let someone into my bedroom?"

"Why not? You don't even like me going into your bedroom."

Not just dislike. Letting me get anywhere near him looked like it would cost him his life.

Kenneth opened his mouth, then stopped, and tugged irritably at his tie.

He was about to say something when Doris came back downstairs.

I smiled gently. "All right. Aren't you supposed to be heading out for the trip? You two should get going."

Then I turned and went back to the guest room.

I figured I'd been perfectly gracious, that I'd done everything within my power.

My one hope was that, when the divorce came, he'd give me a little more in support.

Just like the system text said. I'd already lost the man. Walking away with some money wasn't a bad outcome.

Lying in bed, swallowing the hurt, I went to scroll through some videos.

Right then, a message came in from Caspar Lawson.

He said he'd just wrapped up some company business and asked if I was free to grab dinner.

I told him Kenneth was away on a trip and I was home alone.

He sent a photo of a table laid out with good food. "If you don't mind, come on over. We can talk about that recommendation letter you mentioned last time."

Staying home only meant stewing in my own head anyway, so without a second thought I caught a cab to the restaurant Caspar had booked.

Set aside all the tangled history, and Caspar really was a good friend.

He spoke in an unhurried way and always managed to be considerate of how I felt.

When he noticed I didn't eat cilantro, he thoughtfully swapped out a few dishes and replaced them with the red wine beef stew I liked.

The meal was nice, so I went ahead and took a picture.

I posted it on social media: 【Thank you, Mr. Lawson, for the dinner. Heart～】

I figured Kenneth never looked at my posts while he was traveling, so I didn't hide it from anyone.

What I didn't expect was that, just after eleven that night, a wild storm broke outside.

I'd just finished my shower and was about to sleep when I heard the keypad lock click open at the door.

Thinking the wind had knocked something over, I grabbed a light and went to check.

Instead, I found someone standing in the doorway, soaked through, his face grim and ugly.

When he saw me, Kenneth crossed the room in a few strides.

He pinned me against the wall, his eyes shot through with red.

"You went running to Caspar Lawson just because I wouldn't let you touch me the other day?"