All Chapters of Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

ANTHONY’S POVI hated leaving.Ostara stood beside me in the quiet waiting lounge, one hand around a coffee she’d barely touched, the other tucked under her elbow. She had that look on her face again — composed on the surface, annoyed underneath.Not angry. Just very clearly unhappy with the arrangement.“I promise,” I said, adjusting the cuff of my coat because if I looked at her for too long, I might tell the pilot to cancel the whole thing and go home. “I’ll tell you everything in two days.”Her eyes lifted to mine.“You already said that,” she replied.“I know.”“I still hate it.”I smiled despite myself. “I know that too.”She exhaled and looked away toward the runway. London was still damp and grey outside, the sky hanging low like it disapproved.“I don’t like not knowing what’s happening,” she said after a moment.“That,” I said gently, “has been noted.”She turned back to me with a dry look. “Oh, has it?”“Extensively.”That almost got a smile out of her.Almost.I stepped cl

OSTARA’S POVWith Anthony in New York, Harvest Bloom felt different. He had settled into the place so naturally that his absence was felt now. I noticed it in stupid little ways. The untouched mug that unofficially belonged to him. The chair in the conference room that looked too neat without him slouched into it. The fact that no one was sweeping into my office to kiss my temple and drop a market insight into my lap before vanishing again.I missed him.Which was inconvenient, because work had decided this was the perfect week to become aggressive.Elijah and Davina had taken point on the Asia expansion while Anthony was gone. Lucy was running between calls, supplier follow-ups, wedding folders, and my calendar with the kind of efficiency that made me wonder how I had ever managed life without her.By noon, the office had become a moving machine of samples, calls, and overlapping conversations. I went downstairs to the conference room where Davina and Elijah were waiting with a gue

OSTARA’S POVWhen Anthony finally told me the full plan, I forgot how to breathe for a second.I was in my office at Harvest Bloom, one hand still resting on a stack of packaging drafts, the late afternoon light slanting across the glass wall behind me. His voice came through the phone steady and certain, as if what he was describing was not completely insane.“What?” I asked. Anthony gave a low laugh from the other end. “Yeah. That was more or less my internal reaction, too.”“Is that even possible?”“I’ll make sure it happens,” he said. His tone shifted there, went flatter, more dangerous. “I do not want this sword hanging over my family forever. They deserve to lose everything after the way they treated you once they found out Natalie was alive.”I sank slowly into my chair.Outside the office, the lab moved on as usual. Trays sliding across counters. Lucy’s heels clicking down the hallway. Davina laughing at something. It all felt bizarrely normal while Anthony talked about dism

ANTHONY’S POVI expected Natalie to need a minute to process what had just happened.Maybe she would sit there in that oversized boardroom chair, stare at the skyline, and let the reality settle into her bones. Maybe she would cry. Maybe she would just sit there, stunned, and tell me she needed a day to process and to basically leave her alone.What I did not expect was for her to call me back in and immediately say, “I want to appoint Robert Cooper as chairman of Montgomery Hospitals and Clinics.”“What?”Natalie stood by the window, one hand resting against the glass, city light pouring in behind her. There was no triumph in her expression… just a strange, settled clarity.“I told you,” she said calmly. “I want to be in Dubai with Valentin. I came here to take away their power, not use it for myself.”For a second, I genuinely had no words.The old Natalie would have devoured this room. She would have sat in that chair and found ten ways to enjoy the view. She would have made sure e

OSTARA’S POVNatalie arrived just after four in the afternoon.She stood in the entryway with a coat folded over one arm and a small overnight bag at her feet.She looked beautiful… not in the polished way she always used to but softer. More human. Her hair was pulled back simply, her makeup was light, and her dress, though clearly expensive, was not flashy. Donna stood half-hidden behind the living room doorway, staring. Not frightened but not pleased either.Just… wary.Fair enough. Natalie noticed her almost immediately. I saw the change in her face the second she did. Hope flared, then was pulled back sharply under control.“Hey, Donna,” she said gently.Donna stayed where she was and said, very politely, “Hi.”My heart pinched.Natalie nodded like that was enough. Like she understood what it cost a child to give even that much after everything.“Your dress is pretty,” Donna added after a beat.Natalie gave the smallest smile. “Thank you.”That broke the tension just enough for