Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's ex-wife is Untouchable : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Marcelline stood in the center of her living room, still wearing the clothes to Rowan's maid had picked out. The silence pressed against her ears, broken only by the muted sounds of the city filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.He was gone. Rowan had driven away, and she was finally, blessedly alone.So why did the space feel emptier than it should?She shook her head sharply, refusing to follow that line of thinking. This was what she wanted, distance, space, time to process the catastrophic mess of the last twelve hours without his presence complicating everything further.Her reflection caught in the window glass—pale, exhausted, still somehow wearing the ghost of this morning's chaos in the set of her shoulders. She looked haunted."Stop it," she muttered to herself. "You're fine. Everything is fine."The words rang hollow in the empty penthouse.She wasn't doing this today.Rowan Adair had left her life. That was the truth she had chosen, the truth she was holding onto

Rowan’s penthouse office was dark when he returned.Not dim. Not soft-lit. Dark. Rowan didn’t turn on the lights immediately. He stood in the doorway, jacket still on, one hand resting against the doorframe, breathing slowly.Maxwell’s voice echoed in his head.Check the footage. May nineteenth. Three p.m.Someone had tried to kill her.His ex-wife.Marcelline's face flashed through his mind—pale and vulnerable in his bed this morning, defiant and angry as she'd slapped him, carefully composed as she'd asked him to leave her alone. Nine years of marriage where he'd been too blind, too focused on building his empire to see what was right in front of him.Rowan crossed the room and finally tapped the wall panel. Lights came on in controlled layers, desk lamps first, then the ceiling. His office came alive in sharp edges: black glass desk, leather chair, screens mounted like silent witnesses.He didn’t sit. He picked up his phone.“Get me my tech team,” he said the moment the call connec

The silence after Selene's words stretched between them like a live wire. Leon stared at her, waiting for the punchline, the reveal that she was joking, testing him, playing another one of her games.But her expression remained steady, serious, almost gentle in its determination."Say something," she said softly.Leon's mouth opened, but no sound came out. His brain was still trying to process what she'd just asked him to do, the sheer audacity of it, the absolute insanity..."What?!" The word exploded out of him, loud enough to make her flinch. "You want me to do THAT?""Keep your voice down." Selene glanced toward the windows as if the walls themselves might be listening. "Leon, please—""Please?" He laughed, the sound bordering on hysterical. "You just asked me to—" He cut himself off, unable to even say it out loud. "Are you insane? Do you have any idea what would happen if—""I know exactly what would happen," she interrupted, her voice calm, measured. Too calm. "That's why it ha

The emergency meeting ran longer than Rowan anticipated. What should have been a quick crisis management session turned into three hours of negotiations, legal maneuvering, and damage control. By the time he finally extracted himself, it was nearly eight PM, and his patience had worn to nothing.He'd received exactly zero messages from Leon about the footage arriving.Which meant Harold was still stalling.Rowan made the call from his car, not bothering with pleasantries when Harold answered. "This is Rowan Adair. I'm done waiting. I'll be at Aviac in fifteen minutes. Have that footage ready, or we're going to have a very different kind of conversation about your restaurant's liquor license and health code compliance.""Mr. Adair, please, I—"Rowan ended the call and pressed the accelerator harder than necessary. The city blurred past as he navigated through evening traffic with single-minded focus. Someone was playing games with him, and he was done being patient.By the time he arri

Marcelline woke before her alarm rung, her body still tense from yesterday's grocery store incident. The black sedan. The deliberate following. The creeping certainty that someone was watching her.She'd barely slept, jumping at every sound, checking the locks three times before finally collapsing into bed around 2 AM. Her dreams had been fragmented, anxious—Rowan's face, Selene's venom, that car trailing her through the city streets.But morning brought clarity, or at least the illusion of it.Work. That's what she needed. Structure. Purpose. Something to focus on that wasn't the catastrophic mess her personal life had become.She pushed herself out of bed. The shower was brisk. Efficient.Marcelline stood in her closet, selecting her armor for the day—a tailored navy suit that screamed CEO, paired with heels sharp enough to be weapons. She pulled her hair back into a sleek bun leaving a few chosen strands loose to fall over her eyes, softening her gaze and giving her look a quiet, i