Mr CEO, I Don't Want You Back

Chapter 2

Chloe's Pov

I came home before him.

I walked to our bedroom and took my time showering. I changed into my softest robe, removed my wedding ring and placed it on the bedside table.

I made a beeline for the dresser and pulled open the fourth drawer. I didn't store any dresses or underwear there. I kept it bare for one reason — the divorce papers. The divorce papers I'd gotten but had been too much of a coward to sign.

My eyes fell on the italicized words — DIVORCE AGREEMENT.

I was finally going to do it.

The door finally creaked open around 1 : 30 in the morning.

His voice was too loud. Drunk. Laughing. Her laugh followed.

I stepped into the hallway just in time to see her lean on him, her lipstick smudged, her blouse shamelessly undone. In my house. In my damn house.

“Oh. Hey, sis,” Courtney drawled, her eyes fitting over me like I was furniture. “Didn't know you'd still be up.”

My lips tightened into a thin smile. “And I didn't know incompetence extended to basic reading. You walked past the 'No Trespassing' sign at the door, darling. Get. Out.”

Her brows lifted in faux innocence. Brandon chuckled behind her.

"She's joking," he slurred.

"No, I'm not." My voice would have cut through steel. "You may spread your legs for my husband but you don't get to breathe in my home."

Her face dropped. "What?"

"Get out of my house, Courtney. Now!"

She hesitated.

"Get out of my f*****g house, you slut!" This time, I screamed.

Courtney clutched her purse and bolted through the door.

Brandon snapped out of his gaze long enough to glare at me. "What the hell is your problem, Chloe?"

His voice triggered something in me.

"My problem?" I scoffed, walking towards them. "My problem is that I married a man who's too weak to keep it in his pants and too stupid to hide it from me. You brought her here like I wouldn't notice. Like I wouldn't care!"

He scoffed and brushed past me. "You're being dramatic."

"Am I?" I tilted my head. "Then let me make it simple."

He was halfway up the stairs when I said it.

"I want a divorce."

He froze, turned around and scoffed. "You're bluffing."

Then he disappeared into our bedroom, slamming the door behind him like a coward.

The following morning, I didn't wait for him to wake up. I walked into our bedroom, sunlight filtering through the curtains as he snored in our bed, no. Not our bed. Not when he brought those women there.

I stood at the edge of the bed, fully dressed, heels on.

I dropped the folder on his chest with a slap loud enough to jolt him half-awake.

He groaned, blinking up at me. "What the —?"

"Divorce papers," I said flatly. "Sign them."

He blinked again, then laughed until he saw my eyes. And that's when he realized this time, I wasn't bluffing.

“C - Chloe, what are you talking about?” he jolted, pushing the bedsheet aside. Then he picked up the folder and slipped out the papers. His brows knitted as he read through the contents.

Then he laughed. “You can't be serious.”

“Does this look like a joke to you?” I curled a brow.

He sat, throwing the folder and the papers aside. “Chloe, what's going on with you?”

“Sign the papers and have them sent to my desk before noon.” I turned to the door.

He barked. “Hey! You can't do this to me!”

I didn't respond.

I ignored his rants and opened the door, making sure to slam it behind me.

The door creaked open and his pounded footsteps followed. “Chloe! I thought you said you loved me. You're just gonna throw 3 years of marriage away? And for what?!”

“You!” I snapped, spinning to face him. “How would you feel I brought men over everyday? If I kissed them in front of you?!”

He dragged his hand through his hair. “They’re just work colleagues. Nothing happened between us. How delusional can you be? You know what? I'll forgive you this once. The next time, I won't. Now, go make breakfast. I'm starving.”

“No.” I took a step back.

“No?”

“No!” I shook my head. “I'm done with you, with this, with us. It's over, Brandon. The sooner you realize that, the better for both of us.”

He laughed bitterly. "You're going to regret this, Chloe."

I paused. "What?"

"I don't care if you walk away," he sneered. "You'll come crawling back. You're too fragile to survive without me, Chloe. You think you can handle life alone? You couldn't even handle the women I brought home. That's your problem —"

His words hit me like stones. My hands trembled at my side.

I sobbed once, covering my mouth. "You're a monster."

He stepped closer, whispering in a venomous voice. "You'll regret not begging me. You'll regret every damn thing you just said."

A shiver traveled down my spine but I ignored it.

I gave him one last look before turning away. "We're done here.”

Brandon called after me but I didn't turn.

I took my bag, opened the door and walked out of the house for the last time.