The CEO Who Wants Her Back

Chapter 2

The sound of her heartbeat slowly settled as Maya stared at the man outside her door. For one embarrassing second, her mind had mistaken him for someone else entirely. But now, standing properly under the light, she could clearly see the blue delivery bag hanging over his shoulder. He was only a mail carrier.

“Sorry, ma’am,” the man said awkwardly, adjusting the pile of envelopes in his hands. Before Maya could respond, the stack suddenly slipped from his grip. Papers scattered everywhere across the floor. Some brushed against her slippers while others landed outside the doorway. The mail carrier cursed quietly under his breath in embarrassment.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” he apologized quickly, already bending down to gather everything. Maya snapped out of her thoughts immediately and crouched to help him. One by one, she picked up the fallen letters silently, handing them back carefully while the poor man kept apologizing like he had committed a terrible crime.

“It’s okay,” Maya said softly, trying to calm his obvious panic. The mail carrier gave her a grateful smile before arranging the envelopes neatly again. Then suddenly, he paused. “Wait,” he muttered, checking through the remaining papers carefully. “There’s one here for you too.”

Maya frowned slightly. “For me?” she asked in surprise. Nobody ever sent her letters. The mail carrier nodded before pulling out a brown envelope from the middle of the stack. “Maya Shaw?” he confirmed politely. Maya hesitated briefly before collecting it from him, confusion slowly beginning to replace her earlier nervousness.

“Thank you,” she murmured quietly. “You’re welcome, ma’am,” the mail carrier replied with another apologetic smile before finally leaving. Maya stood there for a few extra seconds after he walked away, staring down at the envelope resting in her hands. Something about it suddenly made her chest feel strangely uncomfortable for no reason.

“Maya?” Tracy’s voice came from inside the house. “Who was at the door?” Maya blinked quickly before closing the door behind her. “Just the mail carrier,” she answered absentmindedly while walking back toward the dining table. Her eyes stayed fixed on the envelope the entire time like it was somehow staring back at her.

Tracy noticed the expression on her face immediately. “What happened?” she asked carefully. Maya sat down slowly, still turning the envelope over nervously in her hands. “Nothing,” she said, even though she knew she sounded unsure. “I’m just confused. Nobody sends me mail, so this feels a little strange.”

The nervous feeling only grew stronger the longer she stared at it. Slowly, Maya opened the envelope and pulled the documents out carefully. At first, her eyes moved lazily across the page. Then suddenly, they stopped. Her entire body went still. The color slowly drained from her face without warning.

“Maya?” Tracy called again, standing up this time. “What is it?” Maya didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers tightened around the papers while her eyes stayed frozen on the bold words written clearly across the top page. Divorce Agreement. The words felt unreal sitting there so coldly in front of her eyes.

Tracy walked over immediately, worry spreading across her face. “Talk to me. What happened?” Maya swallowed hard before silently handing the papers over to her foster mother. Tracy looked confused at first while reading through them. Then suddenly, her expression changed completely into disbelief and anger mixed painfully together at once.

“You haven’t even met your husband yet,” Tracy said slowly, horrified by what she was reading. “And they already sent divorce papers?” The pain in her voice filled the room immediately. Maya looked away quietly, not knowing what exactly she was supposed to feel. Everything inside her chest suddenly felt messy and uncomfortable.

Tracy looked furious now. “How can they humiliate you like this?” she demanded emotionally. “After everything your parents sacrificed. ” “Mom,” Maya interrupted gently before she could continue. Her voice wasn’t angry. It sounded tired more than anything else. Quietly, she took the papers back and placed them carefully on the table beside her.

“I’ll settle it later,” Maya said softly. Tracy stared at her with concern still written all over her face. “Maya…” “I’m fine,” Maya lied quickly before forcing herself to smile. “The food is getting cold.” She tried brushing the situation away casually, but the strange mood inside the room remained anyway.

They both returned to the table, but the mood had completely changed now. Earlier, the kitchen had felt warm and peaceful. Now silence filled the space between them awkwardly. Maya tried focusing on her food, but every few seconds, her eyes drifted back toward the divorce papers sitting quietly beside the table.

Meanwhile, across town, the Parker mansion looked nothing like Maya’s simple home. The living room was huge, bright, and expensive. Dan dropped lazily onto the couch while laughing loudly. “You argued with Mom again, didn’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer before Dave even spoke.

Dave rolled his eyes while loosening his tie. “She started it,” he replied dryly. Dan laughed immediately. “No, you started it the moment you sent those divorce papers.” Dave grabbed a bottle of water from the nearby table without looking bothered at all. “I already told her I never wanted the marriage.”

Dan shook his head with amusement. “Still, you could’ve at least met the poor girl before ending things.” Dave scoffed lightly. “And waste my time?” Dan laughed again, leaning deeper into the couch comfortably. The brothers were complete opposites sometimes, but despite everything, they genuinely cared about each other deeply.

“You know Mom is probably furious right now,” Dan added after a moment. Dave shrugged carelessly. “She’ll survive.” Dan smirked immediately. “One day, your attitude is going to put you in serious trouble.” Dave leaned back calmly. “That day hasn’t come yet.” Neither brother realized their lives had already started changing because of one envelope. Then suddenly a phone call from Jerry.

Dave picks up, "Sir, I just wanted to remind you that she's live right now."