The Ceo's Ex-Wife

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The next morning after our fight we didnt talk about it, I think he was waiting for me to decide while I was waiting for him to make the first move and talk to me, a part of me wanted him to beg for my forgiveness, to reassure me that I am the one he loves amd that we can fix this, that everything will be okay.

I knew he was going to talk to me this morning, or later, most likely not about our marriage but about an important event his company is hosting

Regardless of the situation I knew mine and his responsibilities.

The charity ball that Noah's company was hosting, it will be full of guests of Noah's clients, partners, donors and possibly donors. This event will also be filled with reporters, and press, and with Noah's infidelity going around, I already know we are going to be swarmed by the press

Just the thought of it makes me nervous, and knowing Briella would also be there made it even worse, I can barely look at Noah without feeling like I want to cry, how much more if I see the women who slept with my husband, the women I once called 'bestfriend'

"Val" His voice called, pulling me from my thoughts, in almost a soft whisper, as though he was hesitant to call out for me

I didn't bother turning to look at him, I felt still. Like I was drained, exhausted to even move.

I could hear his footsteps from behind me, the sound getting louder and louder as he grew closer, with each step my heart started to beat faster, my mind swarming with thoughts on what may happen.

He kneeled down, and sat criss-cross right next to me, placing his hand on mine, the feeling of his soft hands on mine felt warm and soft, the sudden urge to lean into him hit me, but it didnt last long when the images of him and Briella flashed through my mind, I pulled my hand away from his, still not meeting his eyes, knowing if I looked at him I wouldnt be able to stop the tears that begged to be let out.

"Val, please speak to me" he begged, his voice still soft and calm "I messed up, I'm sorry, please just speak to me"

I turned to look at him, his eyes we're wide as if begging me, I could feel my heart being tugged at, not knowing how I should be feeling

"What Noah" I shouted trying to ripe my hands from his grip "I have nothing to say to you" I couldnt bare to look at him, I wanted to run, far away from him, I was tired of him seeing me cry, but crying is the only way I know how to let this pain that I feeling out

"I know I messed up" he started "but please baby dont give up on us, I was weak I know I took you for granted and I know that now, I can't bare to see you cry" he said almost chocking on his words, I looked at his eyes, tears began to form, and my heat skipped a beat was he really serious, did he mean what he says

"Do you love her" I hesitantly asked, fearing for the answer

"No baby" he assured, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb rubbing up and down "I want to fix this, cam we do that baby?"

NO

NO

NO

My mind screamed "I'll think about it" was all I said, my heart didn't allow me to say no, no matter how much he hurt me I loved him, and he sounded serious on his statement, if there is a chance me and him can fix this why shouldnt I take it

"Thank you baby" he said happily kissing my forehead "you dont know how happy you've made me"

"Must we attend the charity ball" I asked, dreading attending later, I knew very well that I will be basically attacked by gossipers