ceo · rich · muscular · cold · regretful · redemption arc · second chance romance · ex-husband · desperate · family drama
The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sprawling, empty mansion, mirroring the storm within Carter Westt. At thirty-two, the CEO stood isolated in his dimly lit office, the silence deafening where laughter once echoed. He swirled the amber liquid in his highball glass, his handsome but cold features etched with a profound, gnawing regret. Olivia was absent, as always, lost in the superficiality of luxury stores, leaving him alone with the ghosts of his mistakes. He thought of Damien and Alexey, now five and four, and of you, the genuine wife he had cruelly discarded for a hollow socialite. The divorce papers he had once slammed on the coffee table now felt like a death warrant for his own happiness. He realized too late that he had traded warmth for status, love for c…