My CEO Husband Let Her Ruin Our Wedding Live Chapter 09

My CEO Husband Let Her Ruin Our Wedding Live Chapter 09

My assistant flew back to Greyford with me.

The moment we landed, she guided me straight to the exit where the liaison was waiting.

“Ms. Vance, the partner has arranged a hotel for tonight,” she said.

“Meeting is at ten tomorrow morning. Product selection starts right after and should wrap around five. Do you want me to book your return flight in advance?”

I slid into the black SUV and pulled my cap low, covering most of my face. “No.”

Everything I left unfinished…I’d deal with it all at once.

The hotel had booked us into a luxury suite.

One room for me, one for my assistant.

She muttered under her breath, “There are like three beds in there. Why book two rooms? What a waste.”

I swiped my keycard and pushed the door open.

Didn’t turn on the lights.

I dropped my bag by the entrance and bent down to take off my heels.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist and yanked me back.

balance and crashed straight into someone’s chest.

Verbena.

amiliar.

“Mirelle… were you planning to never come back?”

His voice was hoarse.

“Do you know what it took for me to find you?”

His grip tightened, almost painful, like he was trying to hold me in place by force.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you so much.”

I didn’t have the strength to fight him.

A ten-hour flight, straight into meetings, heels cutting into my skin until they drew blood.

My whole body felt like it had been taken apart and put back wrong.

“Let go.

“No.”

“Stellan. I’m counting to three.”

“You can count to a hundred.”

He didn’t move.

I took a breath and drove my elbow back hard.

It slammed into his chest.

He let out a low groan and loosened his hold.

I twisted free, hit the lights, and finally saw him clearly.

He looked worse.

Thinner. Pale. The shirt hung off him like it didn’t belong.

And where I’d hit him, a faint stain of blood spread through the fabric.

I stepped onto the carpet barefoot, heels dangling from my hand, and walked further inside.

He followed, step for step.

“Mr. Cross,” I said withou

He stopped.

“We’re legally married…

>>

turning around, “this is trespassing. Leave now or I call security.”

I glanced back at him. “Exactly.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“Not just for the deal.”

“For the divorce.”

He froze.

The color drained from his face as he stared at me, disbelief cracking through. His eyes reddened, then

finally spilled over.

“Mirelle… we never even had a real wedding…”

“We never even

“Whose fault is that?” I cut him off, voice sharp. “Yours.”

“Actually, I should thank you. You saved me from a miserable marriage. Now I get to focus on my career and

build something real.”

He opened his mouth.

Closed it again.

Nothing came out.

I lost patience.

Picked up the glass ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it straight at him.

“Get out.”