Dumping My CEO Husband AND His Annoying Little Heir Was the Best Career Move I Ever Made!

Wren pushed him away with a trembling hand , shakily got to her feet , and walked straight into the bathroom . The click of the lock echoed in the quiet room , drawing a final , clear line between them . The hot water washed over her , but she leaned against the cold tile , not knowing where the shower ended and her tears began . After a long time , she dried off , put on a clean pair of pajamas , and finally unlocked the door . A single dim lamp was on in the living room . Ronan was sitting on the couch , his back to her , perfectly still .

He held an unlit cigarette between his fingers , fighting the urge. Wren didn't even look at him . She walked right into the master bedroom . CLICK . The sound of the deadbolt sliding home shot through the silence . Ronan sat there like that for a long time . Eventually , he walked to the bedroom door and raised his hand to knock , but he hesitated , letting it hover for a second before dropping it to his side . He turned and walked out onto the balcony , sliding the glass door open . The bitter cold of the winter night rushed in , making him flinch .

He stood by the railing , staring down at the blurry city lights and the few cars on the street below , the wind filling his lungs and leaving them empty again . He couldn't name what he was feeling . He just knew he'd lost control of everything and had no idea how to fix it . He was rarely backed into a corner like this , a cliff at his back and a cliff in front . 7 A tiny flicker of hope danced in the wind - hope that she might wait , that she'd be like she always was before . That after the anger and the tears , she'd come back and curl up in his arms , smiling .

Wren stepped over the mess on the floor , stripped the tangled sheets from the bed , and slid under the covers , killing the light . Darkness flooded her vision . After the storm of emotion , she was just exhausted . So tired she wished she could just sleep and never wake up . Tucked in the warmth of the blankets , she quickly passed out . Strangely , she slept a deep , peaceful sleep , like the bottom of a dark lake , and didn't wake up until morning . A sliver of gray morning light cut through the curtains , and Wren forced her eyes open .

Any last bit of hope she'd had for Ronan was gone , erased by the night . She washed her face , put on some clean , loose - fitting clothes , and opened the bedroom door , shivering as the cold air from the living room hit her . Chapter 2 From sweet hope , she'd fallen into a spiral of anxiety , waiting , and desperation ... She'd become someone she didn't even recognize . She was a rubber band stretched too thin , right at the breaking point . She couldn't do this anymore . She had to end it . Stop the mistake here and pull herself out of this mess before she actually went crazy .

She had thrown her whole heart into the fire , and now she would pull it back out , piece by painful piece . The anesthesia slowly wore off , her mind rising up from a deep , dark ocean . Wren opened her eyes . The ceiling spun above her . " You're awake ? How are you feeling ? Just rest here in the recovery room for about half an hour . " The nurse's voice sounded a million miles away . Her hand automatically went to her stomach , where a dull , heavy ache echoed deep inside her . She just nodded , letting the nurse help her onto a gurney and wheel her into the observation room .

Half an hour later , the world snapped back into focus . " You're all set to go . " The nurse helped her out of bed . Her feet felt unsteady on the cold floor , and a dull pain flared in her chest , making her vision swim for a moment . The recovery room door opened , and Wren walked out , her lips white , one hand pressed to her stomach . Ronan was standing right there . Who knows how long he'd been waiting . The second he saw her , his face tightened with worry and he rushed over . " You're in pain , I know . Let's get you home so you can rest .

" He reached out for her , but she slapped his hand away . " Don't touch me ! " She braced herself against the cold wall , forcing herself to walk . One step at a time . She would do this on her ownL For three years , she had depended on him for everything , trapping herself in his world , a prisoner of waiting Now , her eyes were open Even if the pain felt like it was grinding her bones to dust , she would walk through it herself .

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