The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins novel Chapter 117

The CEO’s Regret: His Lost Wife’s Secret Twins

Chapter 117

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‘You’re absolutely right, I agreed, feeling a new sense of purpose crystallizing. “I loved Blake with everything I had, and he threw it away like garbage. Now he’ll learn what it means to make an enemy of someone who once would have died for him.

Three days later, three shocking announcements sent ripples through the city’s social circles:

The Grant family was relocating to Europe indefinitely, devastated by the tragic loss of their daughter.

Olivia Redwood, overcome with grief over her best friend’s death, was traveling abroad for the remainder of her high-risk pregnancy.

And Blake Morgan had suffered a severe breakdown following his wife’s death, with permanent damage to his left hand and ongoing

mental health complications.

I closed my eyes, remembering the rare moments when Blake had shown me tenderness, and imagined how his face would look when I returned to systematically destroy everything he held dear.

The game was just beginning.

BLAKE

Three months later

Looking back, the day I walked into that boardroom was when Henderson truly realized he’d created his own worst enemy. I wasn’t supposed to be there. My father had planned everything meticulously-my absence, the concerned shareholders, the medical reports suggesting my “unstable condition. Three months after my hospitalization, Henderson Morgan saw his perfect opportunity to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.

The expression on his face when I pushed through those doors was worth every painful physical therapy session I’d endured to recover. Eight of our major shareholders sat around him, their signatures already on the documents that would remove me as CEO.

“Blake,” he said, recovering quickly. “This is… unexpected. Your doctors assured us you needed at least another month of recovery.”

‘Did they?” I set my briefcase on the table. ‘How strange, considering I haven’t shared my medical information with anyone except my

private physician.”

Henderson’s marriage to my mother had always been a business arrangement-two powerful families united through their children. Love was never part of the equation. Perhaps that’s why I wasn’t entirely surprised ten years ago during the Manhattan fire when I rushed upstairs to warn him and found him hastily dressing alongside his latest mistress. They pushed past me in their escape, leaving me trapped as smoke filled the hallways.

I never told my mother. Some truths serve no purpose except to wound.

The board has concerns,” Henderson continued smoothly, “about the company’s direction under your leadership, especially given your…

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emotional state following recent personal disappointments.”

By recent disappointments, you mean my wife’s death? Or your attempt to sell our project to Smith Development against board

approval?’

The shareholders shifted uncomfortably. This wasn’t in Henderson’s script.

What followed was three hours of the most brutal corporate warfare Wall Street never got to witness. For every accusation Henderson leveled about my fitness to lead, I produced documented evidence of his embezzlement, corporate espionage, and betrayal of shareholder

interests.

“You’ve been planning this coup for years,” I said, sliding the final piece of evidence across the table. “Unfortunately, so have I.”

The security footage showed Henderson accepting bribes from competitors. The financial reports detailed his systematic looting of company resources. The sworn statements from his co-conspirators-whom I’d approached individually weeks earlier-completed his

destruction.

When the final vote came, Henderson didn’t just lose control of the company-he lost his board seat entirely. His eight allies were removed from management positions. As security escorted him out, Henderson paused.

“How did you recover so quickly?” he demanded, bewildered by my physical transformation.

I smiled. “It’s amazing what proper motivation can accomplish.”

The rumors started immediately-that my miraculous recovery was thanks to some tender-hearted first love who had returned to my life. Let them believe that fantasy. The truth was far simpler: I couldn’t fall apart when I hadn’t finished atoning for my sins against Aria.

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