Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

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.

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.”

I balled my fist at the reminder. I want to fucking hit someone, and he’s a likely target. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against him. He’s a fucking good secretary and does his job well, but he isn’t a woman.

He can’t give me the stress relievers I’m used to getting from my other secretaries anytime I was under pressure or the thrill of fucking her on the desk,

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very well that anyone passing by could hear her moans. Sex relaxes me, and the board took that away from me, so now I’m

don’t like being tied down to one woman. Like I said before, that kind of shit was for someone like my brother. I preferred variety, and

I know this will be hard given that you’re used to your playboy persona, but I also know you love this company and you don’t want to lose it. Giving up your bachelor life is hard, and getting married is hard, but like a tiktoker once said, choose your hard. Which of the two

every second of it. I hated being tied down, and fuck was I glad

I finally answer and turn back just as he walks out of the door after saying

I’m not sure how long it

“Come in”

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

Mr.

my head. “Tell me

locate Harper. So far,

leads led

I kicked her out without a penny. I didn’t care where she went; all I knew was that I didn’t want her in my fucking city. I didn’t ever want to see her face, so I made sure she knew exactly what would

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been years since that day, and I’ve never come across her,

says, as if that’s

my impatience. “What do

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after your divorce, joined university and then got engaged

“So she’s married?”

Her husband died about