Mr CEO, You're Dumped

uminated the twisted me

ed by the deafening screech of tir

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, the metallic tang of b

a horrifying glimpse of her parents, th

r lips, a fragile so

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g her, dragging he

a kaleidoscope o

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disinfectant replac

ied tone, the word 'concussion

as cold and hollow as the hospital room. 'You focus on Elodie, we'll handle the funerals and keep

inst her ribs, a frantic dr

but her body remained paralysed, trapped

*

open, the dark room co

ck, vivid and terrifying, yet with a n

d said them, the strange glint

planted, a suspicion th

and grabbed her phone before

wake by the sharp buz

tal clock on her nightstand moc

the text, already bracing he

nging to his sculpted physique. Water droplets glistened on his bronzed skin, tracing lazy paths down the defi

e was clear. Dashiell, hers in name only, was flaunting

the anger churning in he

this ever-present reminder of her husband's betray

y a couple of times a week. But the memory of that fateful car crash, the icy grip of fear,

rmination, Elodie

dn't afford, not with the c

age, each a symbol of their opu

to any, a testament to her

es, the silence of the massive hous

f the gated community, the chill

of hope in the predawn d

re Suites was a blur o

solve battled within her. El

complice in her misery, had provi

whereabouts – the luxurious presidentia

passed the bewildered receptionist, h

e of the texts confirmed her suspi

arrying her closer to the inevitable confrontation. The doors ope

as t

and knocked, the sound ech

sed, broken only by the

ng a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see

confusion at the sight of his wife. '

me,' Elodie replied, her

t him, but his broad

e room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean fo

me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me

tably, his face a mask of

taking in the luxurious s

tals, the lingering scent of sex – it all

ell, her gaze unwaveri

air, shattering the fragil

, a sense of closure washing

me was

e to recla