Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0372

I stare at the reports in my hands blankly. This past few weeks have been, to say the least, heavy. In other words, I fucking hated the last couple of weeks, especially because the board kept breathing down my fucking neck.

Except for my dad, I wondered if the rest of the fuckers had nothing better to do than to try and force me into a situation I didn’t want. For heaven’s sake, they even fired my very sexy secretary and brought in a male one. According to them, I wasn’t allowed to have a female secretary until I settled down. 2

Those bastards even went further to threaten me with my job again. They’d said if they so much as saw or heard gossip about a new woman in my life who wasn’t my fucking wife, then I would lose everything.

Dad tried talking to them as the head of the board, but their minds were made up. Either I settled down and showed maturity and responsibility, or they would vote me out and kick me out of the company. The same company that my fucking ancestors built.

I’ve been in a terrible mood since then. Hell, since dad told me everything they’d planned to do, I easily snap at my employees, and I’m not a great company to be around.

The only one who could ground me is Rowan, and he’s been on a honeymoon vacation. They’re expected to come back this week, but last I heard, they might add a few more days to their time away.

Letting out the breath I was holding, I stood up and started pacing my office.

“Can I get you anything, Mr. Wood? It’s lunch time,” Christopher, my new secretary, budges in and asks.

He is gay, and he has no sense of space.

“No, unless you can get me a wet pussy,” I reply, not looking at him.

“That I cannot,” he groans. “Well, I could, but given what the board told me, the only pussy you’ll be getting is that of your wife once you settle down.”

get me wrong, I don’t have anything against him. He’s a fucking good secretary and does his job well,

that anyone passing by could hear her moans.

to one woman. Like I said before, that kind of shit was for

also know you love this company and you don’t want to lose it. Giving up your

I hated this. Hated that I was being forced yet again into a marriage I didn’t want. The first time it happened, I hated every second of it. I hated being tied down, and fuck was I glad when I got to fucking divorce

me whatever is good on the menu.” I finally answer and turn back just as he walks out of the door

into nothing. I’m not sure how long it

“Come in”

never knocks-well, unless I’m in a meeting and it’s

afternoon, Mr. Wood”

head. “Tell me you have something.”

he’s been unsuccessful. All the leads

she went; all I knew was that I didn’t want her in my fucking city. I didn’t ever

day, and I’ve never come across her, for which I was thankful for, until

he simply says, as if that’s everything

urge, trying to stamp down my impatience. “What do you

moved abroad after your divorce, joined university

“So she’s married?”

married… She’s a widow. Her husband died