Divorced by the CEO, He Regrets it

Tiffany’s POV “Let’s meet at the Casanova VIP section at 7pm, I have a surprise for you.” I dressed happily after seeing my husband’s text message, today's our engagement dinner, and I didn't expect that my husband would prepare a surprise for me.” I wore a burgundy body con dress and the silver heels hubby had got me on our first dinner date about 3years ago. I looked at myself in the mirror after I got ready, and was fascinated with my own beauty. My fair skin glowed better because of the colour of the dress and the simple makeup I had applied, looking so sexy and elegant. “You look so gorgeous, Tiffany.” I said, staring back at my reflection with giggles on my cheeks. The drive to Casanova felt like floating. I kept checking my phone, smiling at David’s last message. Five years of marriage, and he still knew how to make my stomach flip. I had spent the afternoon at the salon just for this, our special night. Maybe he would finally book that trip to Santorini we always talked about. Or maybe he would renew our vows in some quiet corner. Whatever it was, I was ready. I stepped into the club, the bass vibrating through my heels. The hostess smiled too wide when I gave David’s name. “VIP is right this way, Mrs. Harrington.” The section was packed. Lights low, champagne flowing. I spotted David immediately, tall, sharp in that black suit I loved, standing at the center like he owned the place. His parents were there. His sister. A bunch of his business friends. And a woman in a glittering white dress clinging to his arm. My steps slowed. Hun? White? For our engagement dinner? “David?” I called, waving as I approached. Heads turned and conversation dipped. David looked up, and for a second his face did something strange, tight, almost annoyed, before it smoothed into that polished smile he used in boardrooms. “Tiffany. You came.” He didn’t even care to move toward me. “Of course I came. Your text says…” I laughed a little, nervous now. “What’s the surprise? This looks like a whole party babe.” His mother cleared her throat as someone muttered behind me. The woman in white was beautiful, sharp cheekbones, expensive extensions leaned closer to David and whispered something that made him nod. David picked up a thick envelope from the table and held it out like it was nothing. “Sign the papers, Tiffany. I’ll add three zeros to make it disappear faster.” The words hit like ice water down my back. I stared at the envelope, then at him. “What papers?” “Divorce papers.” His voice was flat. No shaking, no hesitation. “It’s over. I’m engaged to Sophia now.” He glanced at the woman in white, who gave me a small, pitying smile. My fingers went numb around the clutch I was holding. “This… this is a joke, right? David, today’s supposed to be our.” “Our what?” He stepped forward, voice rising so everyone could hear. “Our engagement dinner? Tiffany, we’ve been done for months. I’ve been trying to tell you nicely, but you just don’t listen. I’m marrying Sophia publicity tonight.” His father coughed. “Son, maybe we…” “No, Dad. She needs to hear it.” David’s eyes stayed on me, cold. “Five years, and what do you have to show for it? You never pushed me, never challenged me. You were just… there, sitting comfortably. Sophia actually understands this world. She’s an asset.” My throat closed. I could feel the heat crawling up my neck, the stares burning into my skin. Sophia touched his arm possessively, her diamond flashing under the lights bigger than the one he’d given me. “David! So you brought me here… in front of your family… to do this?” My voice cracked, but I forced the words out. “I wore the heels you bought me. I spent all day thinking you wanted to celebrate us.” David laughed, short and sharp. “Celebrate? Tiffany, grow up. I’ve outgrown you. Sign it. The money will set you up nicely. You can go back to whatever quiet little life you had before me.” Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them back hard. My hands shook as I took the envelope. Inside, the papers were already marked where I should sign. His signature was bold and final. “David, please,” I whispered, stepping closer so only he could hear. “We built a life. I stood by you when your company almost collapsed. I gave up everything…” “You gave up nothing,” he cut in, louder again for the audience. “You were a placeholder. Sophia is my future. Now sign, or I’ll have security walk you out. Don’t make this messier than it has to be.” The silence in the VIP section was deafening. Someone’s phone camera flashed. His sister smirked behind her glass. I looked around at all these faces I’d smiled at during holidays and dinners, and they looked at me like I was the intruder. My chest felt like it was caving in. Every breath hurts. I thought of the late nights I’d stayed up supporting his dreams, the way he used to pull me close and say I was his rock. All of it was cheap now. Garbage, just like he said. I opened the envelope fully, pulled out the papers. My vision blurred, but I didn’t let the tears fall. Not here and definitely not for them. “You really hate me this much?” I asked, voice low but steady enough. David shrugged. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t need you anymore.” I picked up the pen he offered. My fingers brushed his, and he pulled back like I’d burned him. For one stupid second I remembered our wedding day, how his hand had been warm and sure in mine. I signed the papers, the scratch of the pen felt louder than the music. When I shoved the papers back at his chest, my voice came out raw. “There. It’s done. You just threw away the only person who ever loved you without wanting your money or your name.” He didn’t flinch. Sophia laughed softly behind him. I turned to leave, legs like lead, when my phone buzzed in my clutch. I ignored it at first, pushing through the crowd, but it buzzed again and again. Outside the club, the night air slapped me cold. My legs barely carried me to the curb. I sank onto the dirty steps, the burgundy dress riding up, silver heels scuffed. The papers were still clutched in my hand like a death sentence. I cried there until my chest burned. No one stopped. No one cared. Five years reduced to this, me sitting alone like a fool while David celebrated inside with his new woman. I whispered to the empty street, voice cracking, “What am I supposed to do now, David? What am I supposed to do without you?” The tears wouldn’t stop. I felt completely empty, broken and worthless.