After the Divorce, My CEO Ex Regret

"Elisa, do you know what you're doing?"

Her husband Louis York's breathing was heavy. Elisa Roberts, completely naked, straddled him, leaning down to kiss his sexy lips.

She could clearly feel his body's reaction - his hard penis pressing against her inner thigh.

Three years of marriage, and Louis had never touched her.

Pathetically, she needed drugs to get even this much contact from him.

But at least her body could still arouse his desire. She thought, maybe that counted as some pitiful comfort?

"Honey, why are you acting like such a weak man tonight? Stop talking and show some balls."

"Damn it."

Louis growled and flipped her onto her back beneath him.

"I guess you asked for this."

His large hands kneaded her breasts as his knee pushed her legs apart, and he thrust his thick penis hard into her vagina.

Elisa gasped in pain.

"Relax, honey."

Louis's movements gradually became steady, his breathing growing heavier in the dim room.

Elisa tried to relax, but her body's tension came more from her mind than her muscles.

She thought, this was their first time having sex - and probably their last.

"Oh, God..."

After what felt like forever, Louis's thrusts became more urgent, then he let out a low growl and finally collapsed heavily on top of her.

The room fell silent except for their breathing.

Elisa's heart was racing. She turned and hugged him tightly.

Louis lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. White smoke blurred his handsome features.

"Tell me, why tonight?"

Elisa was silent for so long that Louis thought she wouldn't answer.

"Because I'm leaving."

Louis froze, his blue eyes staring at her. "Why?"

"No reason."

"I think I deserve an explanation."

"Because I'm tired of this."

Elisa sat up. "I've already prepared the papers. You just need to sign."

Louis stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.

This was his wife, the woman he'd been married to for three years.

He felt like he'd never really known her.

His cigarette had almost burned down to his fingers before he finally found his voice.

"You're sure about this?"

"Yes."

Louis was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Okay, I respect your decision."

Even though Elisa knew Louis would agree, seeing him accept it so quickly still hurt like hell.

Last night, she'd received some text messages.

From his half-sister, Angelina Roberts.

[Elisa, Louis took me dancing today. He really has great taste.]

[Louis said I'd love the desserts at this restaurant. He knows my taste so well.]

[Sorry, I just remembered - today is your wedding anniversary, isn't it? I guess I took up Louis's time again. You don't mind, do you?]

Angelina, the woman Louis had always loved.

The marriage between their two families had just been a business arrangement.

But marrying Louis had been Elisa's biggest dream since childhood.

It's just that in these three years, Louis had come home for dinner less than 30 times.

He never remembered their anniversary, never remembered her birthday, never remembered anything about her. She used to think that during these years, while Angelina was away from the family, if she just did well enough, she could make him fall in love with her.

But it had all been wishful thinking.

Now Angelina was back, so it was time for her to go.

But she really wasn't ready to give up. So at dinner earlier, she'd drugged Louis. She hadn't had sex with a man in three years, and before leaving, she had to have him at least once.

Elisa greedily studied his handsome face.

Blue eyes, deep-set features, strong and defined bone structure.

Looking at him still made her heart race.

Her throat tightened. Still naked, she took a folder from the closet and tossed it beside Louis.

"This is the divorce agreement. I've already signed it. The property division is clear."

She turned toward the bathroom. "I'm going to shower. I hope by the time I come out, you'll have signed it."

Louis stared at her back and gave a self-mocking laugh.

In the bathroom, hot water washed over Elisa's body, washing away the traces Louis had left behind.

Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore and broke down crying.

She'd loved Louis for fifteen years. Giving him up felt like dying, but she really couldn't take it anymore.

She cried for a long time, until she could barely stand.

Only when the water started turning cold did she put on clean pajamas and walk out of the bathroom.

The divorce papers were still there. Louis hadn't signed.

Fighting back tears, she asked, "Why didn't you sign?"

Louis didn't answer. He got out of bed and walked over - six foot three of height, broad shoulders and firm muscles, radiating pure masculinity, his steps carrying an aristocratic elegance.

He took the hairdryer from her hand.

"Sit down. Let me dry your hair."

His voice was so gentle, so gentle it made Elisa's heart ache inexplicably.

She sat on the edge of the bed. Louis stood behind her, the warm air flowing through her hair, like a loving couple.

But Elisa knew better than anyone - he wasn't an ordinary husband, and she wasn't a lucky wife.

"Can you wait?" Louis's voice was almost inaudible over the hairdryer's hum.

"What?"

"Next month is my father's birthday party. I hope you'll still attend as my wife."

Elisa hesitated.

The divorce involved both families - it did need to be handled carefully.

It was only one more month anyway.

After thinking it over, she agreed. "Okay, but I'm moving out."

Louis's grip on the hairdryer tightened. "Are you in that much of a hurry?"

Elisa smiled bitterly.

It wasn't that she was in a hurry - Angelina was in a hurry. Living together when they were definitely getting divorced would be a disaster for her.

Besides, she was afraid that staying one more day would make her change her mind, afraid she'd end up on her knees begging him not to leave, even though he'd never really been hers.

Neither of them spoke again.

After a while, her hair was dry.

Elisa had her back to Louis, not knowing what expression was on his face.

"Three years ago, when the York family was about to go bankrupt, my father forced your family to honor the marriage agreement. Back then, did you marry me willingly?"

"I guess so."

"Thank you for these three years. Taking care of the house - that must have been hard."

Elisa didn't respond.

After a long silence, Louis suddenly asked:

"Are you suddenly asking for a divorce because he came back?"

Elisa froze. "What?"

"Stephen Shaw." Louis's hand still rested on her hair, his voice low. "Did he make you decide to leave?"

At that name, Elisa's eyelashes trembled.

Memories from the past came flooding back.

She bit her lip hard, forcing the tears back.

Then she heard Louis say, "Is he really that important to you?"