CEO'S REGRET; I WANT YOU

Emily's Point Of View ~~

As I walked out of the hospital, a smile appeared on my lips. It seemed unreal. I could still hear the doctor's words echoing in my thoughts, which proved that I was indeed pregnant. I looked at the report one more time, my mouth tightening to contain the screams of excitement that were rising within me.

For the last four years, my marriage with Logan has been devoid of any affection. Perhaps this news would bring our marriage back to love. Logan may finally relate to me differently now that I'm pregnant.

"Logan!" With excitement, I chirped as I walked towards him in the sitting room, a bright smile spreading across my lips. He was quite early; I had not anticipated seeing him at home at this hour.

My heart thrummed with an erratic rhythm and my steps came to a halt when I saw the unimpressed and stony look on his face. I knew something was wrong. His anger had to have sprung from work-related stress.

Pulling a smile back on my face, I mumbled, "Lo-"

"----Here. We're getting a divorce, Emily.." He stated coldly, handing me a copy of a sparkling white sheet with the prominent inscription 'DIVORCE' printed on it.

His eyes were cold, indifferent, making my heart crumble like a wrinkled paper. I couldn't bring myself to believe what I had just heard. Each breath I took felt like a dagger poking my chest. His statement was as clear as a crystal, but I still have trouble understanding him.

Narrowing my eyes, I inquired, "Wh–what's this, Logan?"

"Don't tell me you don't understand what those papers are for? Must I spell it out for you to understand?!!" Logan spat with disdain, his cold piercing gaze sending shivers down my spine.

His words resonated like a bell, striking a chord in my mind that sent shockwaves through my entire body.

I stood there, fixed in one spot, my eyes widening like saucers as a mixture of shock and confusion flashed across my face.

As I snatched the papers from him, I scanned the content with my eyes and realized that he had scribbled his signature at the end, leaving a blank space for mine.

"Divorce papers?" I questioned, trying my best to maintain my cool as I shifted my gaze from the paper to his emotionless emerald eyes.

He brought out a pen from his pocket and tossed it to me.

"Sign the divorce papers and let's put this behind us. Hurry up with it before Vivian returns!" He emphasized, his words dripping like acid, dropping like a bombshell.

My jaw dropped and my heart skipped a beat as the weight of the moment sank in.

Is he leaving me for Vivian? After everything I have done for him?

I could feel my lips quivering, my mind going blank, the sting in my eyes made tears welled up as it clouded my vision.

My voice drifted away as I barely let out "W-why, Logan? What have I done to deserve this?..." my voice ended up betraying me as it trailed off, the pain gnawed at my heart and the only words echoing in my head was to shout with a high pitched tone.

My ragged voice rang out, frustration-filled, fueled by the feeling of betrayal "For months, I've strived to be a perfect wife. I sacrificed other opportunities for my own benefit because of you and the responsibilities of being your wife,

"I adapted to be the ideal daughter-in-law for your parents, meeting your standards and doing everything I could to make both you and your family happy. And after giving up all my aspirations to please you, what do I end up with? Only divorce!"

I voiced out in emotions, staring at him in disbelief as tears streamed down my face, silent and unrelenting.

Logan was unmoved. Not a single word I uttered melted his heart. Instead, he spat icily, "Emily, I need to be honest-I've never loved you. My late grandfather considered you the perfect match for me because you once saved him, and that's the only reason we married. I can't continue in this loveless relationship. How much longer should I keep you in my life?

"Vivian has always been my true love, but she had to leave for her studies in Australia. Now that she's returned, you are free to leave. I have no intention of continuing this marriage."

My knees gave way, and I collapsed onto the ground. I had planned to surprise him with the news of my pregnancy, never anticipating that he would deliver sudden news about our divorce.

Despite our initial marriage being arranged by Mr. Gerald, his late grandfather, I had grown to love him deeply. Even though he never acknowledged or showed any affection towards me, my love for him transformed him.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I forced myself to say, "You used me as a naïve pawn in your games, and now that you've succeeded, you think it's time to discard me."

"What f**g games, Emily?! You can't expect me to keep you forever. Forget those vows I made on the altar.. They're nothing but failed promises. I've never loved you, so you're never going to win my heart!"

He spat, his voice piercing through my heart, confirming my worst fears. The room grew silent, the tension palpable as his icy words hung in the surrounding air.

"But Logan, I am pre-"

His phone abruptly beeped to notify him of an incoming call, interrupting me in the middle of my sentence. He picked it immediately, a smile tugging his lips.

"Are you at the airport, Vivian?" He asked soothingly, his voice conveying a different tone from what he had used on me earlier.

"I'll come to pick you right away.. Wait for me, okay.."

Stating that last word, he ended the call and slipped the phone gently into his pocket before returning his gaze to me.

"Sign this and leave before I get back.. I do not want to see you here–"

He said coldly, his callous words void of emotions, clawing out my heart.

Through teary-blurred eyes, I watched him swagger past me before banging the door behind him, his footsteps growing fuzzier.

My eyes fell on the report in my hands, which had now had spots of tears on it. Holding my tummy, I collapsed to the ground, the sounds of my choked sobs echoing in the emptiness.

After some hours of sulking, the news on the TV finally got my attention.

BREAKING NEWS: CEO Logan Michaelson and highly sought-after model Vivian Daves were spotted together at the Marina hotel in Brazzaville. There are rumors that these long-term lovers are great together and that a reconciliation is possible. What's your take on this?

I could hear my heart shatter at the mention of their love story on the internet. It's no surprise that the news would revolve around them, since they were two renowned personalities. My gaze shifted from the pregnancy report in my hand to the divorce papers in my other hand. My entire world has crashed completely.

****

Every day I look forward to Logan coming home, longing for the nights to pass. I made meals for him throughout that day, but he never returned home after our conversation.

However, I was startled by the sound of the door opening. I believed it was Logan, so I stopped what I was doing in the room to greet him. To my astonishment, it was a blonde-haired woman with artificial eyelashes and crimson lips. Her perfume wafted through her refined, exquisite outfit that accentuated her curves.

Her heels clattered on the white tiles as she noisily chewed gum. She nodded as she gazed at the room's intricacies with a satisfied expression on her face. When her gaze settled on me, contempt clouded her features, and she shot me a scathing look.

"I believed Logan had thrown you out of his home. You bitch, why are you still here?" She scowled at me, her voice rising an octave higher.

"I haven't signed the papers yet. I am still Logan's wife.." .

"Oh. Let's see who the real wife is when I walk up to your room and throw out all of your filthy belongings! I wonder what he was thinking when he made someone like you to be his wife!"

"You wouldn't dare do that!" I shot back, fighting back the tears that threatened to flow while maintaining my composure.

She sneered at me. "You're quite brave and dumb as well. I'll teach you some lessons." Stating that last word, she walked past me and bumped my shoulders in hers, causing me to stagger, but luckily, I could maintain my balance.

My eyes widened when I saw her enter my bedroom and take all of my clothing out of the cabinet before hurling them out the window.

"Stop it! Vivian! You might have won Logan's heart, but that doesn't give you the right to disrespect me!!!"

I yelled as I walked up to her, my face turning a deep shade of red. She turned to face me with a smug smile on her face.

"Oh.. you need some respect? Let's see if I will ever give that to a bitch like you!" she spat before pushing me to the ground and just then I felt throbs of pain all over my body. The sight of blood on my thighs made my eyes bulge.

When Vivian heard footsteps, she collapsed to the ground and pretended to be in pain.

"What is it?! What Is going on?!" Logan Inquired after showing up, his eyes flicking at the two of us. He looked at Vivian with concern, then at me with disdain. He ran to her and gave her a quick stroke in the hair before helping her to her feet.

"Logan, get her out of here! She almost killed me! She pushed me to the ground and now she's acting like I hurt her. I don't want to see her again-who knows what else she might do to me?!" Vivian cried to Logan, who tried to calm her down. Her accusations pierced my heart deeply, but I was too focused on the blood on my thighs.

"How could you hurt Vivian like that?! Who knows what else you might have done if I hadn't stepped in? I told you to leave-what are you still doing here?!"

Logan probed, flicking daggers at me.

Gritting his teeth, he bellowed, "Guards! Take her out of here, contact the maids, and instruct them to retrieve her items right away!"

While the maids scurried into my room to retrieve my possessions, two guards rushed towards me and dragged me with them. I could see my blood trickling down my thighs and it hurts that my child could be in danger because of Vivian..

Logan's Point Of View ~~

Opulent chandeliers illuminated the grand dining room of the Michaelson's mansion. The entire family sat around the large table, which stretched for miles. Silence filled the air and the only sound that could be heard was the spoons clacking against their shiny porcelain surfaces. There were palatable cuisines topped on the table with fruits and expensive French wines.

"So, Vivian, how was your stay in Australia? I heard you plan on establishing your fashion house here in the United States," my mom inquired, breaking the solitude with her gaze settling on Vivian.

Vivian beamed, feeling delightful.

With a nod, she replied, "Yes, Mrs. Judith, I did have a lot of projects back in Australia, but I left it because of Logan.."

Vivian held my hands which were on the table and I gulped down the lump in my throat. A tiny smile sprang on my face, but it vanished in an instant when my father's gaze met mine.

Seeing Vivian here didn't please him.

He believes she is a spoiled, mannerless lady who prioritizes materialistic possessions over her love for me.

I'll make him see that she genuinely loves me, despite his doubts about it being a deception. If only he knew the news I have for him. My decision to marry Vivian is final and unchangeable.

Besides, she was my ex-girlfriend. We dated for two years before she abandoned me to Australia to purchase her career as a designer.

My father remained quiet. His silence was louder than words for some reason. He chewed on his food silently, with his gaze on Vivian, who continued talking endlessly.

Mr. Gerald arranged my marriage to Emily since she had once saved his life. She was from a remote part of Texas. She has never talked about her family, but from what I've gathered, her parents died in an accident, leaving her as an orphan.

Basically, she has no family left.

Grandpa loved her so much that he made me marry her, but I can't keep being in a one-sided marriage. I have no interest or concern about her. She had no significance to me. She had no reputation, no status, and nothing to be proud of.

"Where is Emily? Isn't she going to join us for dinner?!" my father inquired, his baritone voice piercing the silence.

Sighing, I rolled my eyes and dropped the fork in my hand. "We're in the Middle of processing our divorce papers, dad. We'll get our divorce certificate later on."

My father's brows shot up, his face clouded with shock and wrath as he dropped his goblet fiercely on the table..

"What do you mean, Logan?! Are you out of your mind?!" He asked, his voice demanding and commanding, resonating through the dining room.

My mother forced a smile on her face before turning to face my father. She placed her hand on his shoulder and mumbled, "Sweetheart. As I previously mentioned, Emily and Logan aren't a good fit, but your father had them get married. This kept Emily's expectations up, but Logan had to break things off because he wasn't interested in her."

"What good is it to keep up a loveless marriage? Emily hasn't been happy because she wasn't able to get my affection and attention during our four years of marriage. We can't continue with it and I'm done. That's final!" Using my serviette to dab at my lips, I spoke with confidence.

My father placed his utensils on his plate and took a deep breath. "Emily is one of a kind. She's perfect and loving. Do you realize you just threw something valuable to settle for less?!!" He yelled, pointing at Vivian, whose eyes were getting teary as his words pierced her heart.

The tension hung in the air, and his words clogged in my throat. Seeing Vivian's reaction propelled me to confront my father. I can't stand to see her cry..

"There is nothing you can do regarding this issue, dad. It's my life and I f**g own it! Vivian is more than gold to me. She's everything I'll ever need and not Emily!! I'll be getting married to her and that's my final decision!"

"Marriage isn't a child's play, son..." my dad snapped, his voice tinted with conviction. He might be more experienced than me, but he knows nothing about love.

He can't f**g make decisions for me. I have the say to everything regarding my decisions and not him!

My elder brother was quiet the whole time. All he did was watch the drama unfolding as he chewed on his food.

"So, you're divorcing Emily because Vivian is back? And because Sir Gerald is dead?!"

Staring at him straight in the eye, I replied defiantly, "Not because Sir Gerald is dead. But because the love of my life is back.. I will be announcing our marriage soon and you're mostly invited, dad."

I glanced at Vivian, who was looking at me with so much happiness in her eyes. She was proud of me for standing up for our relationship and confronting my father.

The dinner ended with my father being disappointed in me. He got on his feet, not having the appetite to eat anymore, as there was still a large portion of food left on his plate. He grabbed his serviette to wipe his mouth, his gaze flicking between me and Vivian.

With a sneer, he said, "I hope you won't regret the decision you made today, son."

He left and the sounds from his shoe clacking the tiles became distinct after some minutes. His words rang in my head, hanging like a cloud above it. My heart plummeted down to my stomach and I had no clue why his last statement felt heavy and disturbing. Vivian is all I need. I can never regret making this decision.. I'm sure of it..

"Babe.. Will you drop me off at home now that we're done?" Vivian asked, stroking my cheeks affectionately.

I nodded, and she leaned forward to peck me.

"Babe, I want you to drop me off in your latest Rolls-Royce car. I want my friends to see how rich my fiance is,.." She looked at me with big doe eyes and beamed joyfully, her teeth displaying in her smile.

My thoughts felt disjointed for some reason, yet in an attempt to gather myself, I tried pushing them aside.

After dropping Vivian off at her apartment, I returned to the house, and those thoughts came flooding in again. Why do I feel empty after Emily left? Why am I feeling disturbed?

A maid scurried towards me with worry crossing her features.

"Mr Logan! Mrs Emily left. She was crying profusely but didn't take any of her loads with her!"

"What?!" I asked with a dropped jaw since I had inquired for the maids to help her with her belongings.

"A young man in a fancy limousine car picked her up,"

My eyes grew as big as saucers as her words resonated in my mind. Nobody on the planet could pick Emily in a pricey vehicle like a limousine.

"Did you see the plate number?!"

"Yes. Mr Logan.."

"Okay." I called my secretary right away and asked him to find the person using the plate number the maid gave me.

Out of curiosity, I ordered him to dig about Emily's relationship with the person who fetched her

"And .. this, sir. She left behind," the maid mumbled, giving me the divorce papers in her hand.

When I noticed that she had signed it, my eyes widened. I was meant to feel content, but I felt inexplicably enraged and jealous. . How dare she sign it?!!

My gut told me that the owner of the vehicle was a wealthy man. Being her second choice, she must have signed it to leave me for him.. Who knows if she had been dating him while pretending to make things work in our marriage?. My wrath boiled at her conduct of leaping from one man to another. She is shameless!

I never knew she was a gold digger! Vivian's suspicions about her were right after all...

Just then, my phone chimed, interrupting my reverie as it alerted me to an incoming call.

"What is it, Mark?!" I asked my secretary hurriedly, sinking my fingers into my hair before letting out a sigh of exhaustion.

"Mr. Logan, I discovered who was the car's owner. Robert Gills, the President of Imperial Holdings, was the owner. I have learned through research that he took Mrs. Emily to the hospital."

My brows furrowed and my hands tightened around the phone as I became enraged at the information. Emily is nothing more than a gold-digger and a whore.

"The hospital declined to provide the personal data of their patients. However, my reliable source claims that Mrs. Emily underwent a surgery. Mr. Logan, it seems to me that she is pregnant."

With that revelation dropping like a bombshell, my hands fell to my laps and my eyebrows sprang upward. His statement hit me like waves. Realization hit me and I recalled how blood had dripped down her thighs that day. After that day, I hadn't seen her until the maid brought the news of her signed divorce papers.

Could Emily really be pregnant?...

"Sir Logan. I'll find more information regarding them..For now, this is all I can say."

Gritting my teeth, I ordered, "Find her. Do everything you can to find her. I want her back!!"

Five years later ~~ NEW YORK CITY 10:12am.

Emily's Point Of View ~

The Gills family has lived on the Gills Estate in New York for many years. The park remained accessible for opulent and powerful people like us. Our penthouse was one of the largest in the city; A famous iconic structure that seemed incredibly worthy of being possessed by one of the richest people in the city.

With a delicate ruby lip, I smiled as I got out of my car and made my way towards the luxurious building. I haven't spent time with my foster family in such a long time. Anticipation washed over me as I pictured how they'd react once he saw me.

The double giant doors split and two maids in uniforms flashed me warm, welcoming smiles.

They were thrilled to see me again, and I could see the enthusiasm on their faces. I removed my shades and my heels clacked on the tiles as I made my way into the large sitting room.

"Welcome back, Emerald!" With great excitement, my sister Ursula put her arms around me and gave me a firm squeeze.

I tried to catch my breath after she released me from her hug.

"Sorry.." she mumbled, smiling from ear to ear.

"I'm so glad to see you at last. I feared you wouldn't leave Paris after spending so much time there," Ursula taunted, making me smile even wider.

The entire room turned to listen to the sound of someone clearing their throats behind them.

I whipped my head to the left and my face lit as soon as I locked eyes with my brother, Roberts.

He was a few feet away from us, looking dashing in his military uniform with a stony countenance on his face. He hardly smiles, and it did not bother me. Strolling towards him, I enveloped him in a hug. He hadn't changed much. He remained cold and ballistic.

"Good to have you back, Emily," He said, and I creased my brows as I looked up to face him.

The naïve Emily I was before leaving Logan has become someone else. I no longer go by the name Emily, but Emerald.

I was no longer the naive Emily who would grovel at his feet and beg for the attention of a worthless jerk while enduring his insults. It's been a long time since anyone called me by my birth name, Emily, a name I was trying to bury.

"I've told you several times to stop calling me that. I'm Emerald, Roberts!" I corrected Robert, and for the first time in years, I saw him smile.

"Emerald doesn't want to be reminded of the past, Robert. It's obvious the name Emily irks her because it reminds her of her healed scars and buried memories. You don't want those memories to resurface and those scars to bleed again, do you?"

Ursula taunted Roberts, supporting my words. She was right, after all. Since Logan threw me out of his home, I made a vow never to see him again. I returned to my foster family here in New York.. The ones who were there for me through thick and thin. They welcomed me warmly when I returned home, but eventually I took a flight to Paris in order to fulfill one of my greatest ambitions: becoming a jeweler.

Throughout my year there, I created a variety of exquisite jewelry and crafts, which has brought me a great deal of notoriety.

"Where is your father?" Given that my father wasn't feeling well, I requested.

I had to leave Paris immediately after learning about his condition. Even after receiving a cancer diagnosis, my father continued to oversee the company, and nobody in the firm realized that he had been ill the entire time, working tirelessly despite facing a grave disease.

"Emerald, he's not getting better." Ursula revealed a melancholic grin pricking her lips.

As I walked into his room, a few coughs greeted me.

"Father..." I mumbled as I perched beside him on the bed. Tears trickled down my cheeks when I witnessed him in such a condition.

I haven't seen him in a long time. While I was in Paris, I frequently paid them a visit here in the States, but I never stayed for long.

Dad has been managing our company here with the help of my brother, Roberts. They made Roberts the president of the imperial holdings, but his military work doesn't give him enough time for it.

Ursula, on the other hand, is a flight attendant and the nature of her job doesn't give her time to assist father at the company as well. Now I feel bad that we left dad to handle all the responsibilities.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I have no clue that you were ill," I said as I threw my arms around him. He caressed my cheeks and pinched my pointed nose playfully.

"You're not interested in returning to us. Your son has been eager to see you as well. You are aware of how much he misses you." I felt bad as I nodded in response to my dad's mumbling.

Dad was aware that I had thrown away my life for a man who did not give a damn about my well-being. I kept my foster family at a distance because I was so infatuated with Logan, something I now regret greatly.

"You reverted to your old self since Mr. Logan crushed your heart. An arrogant, bitchy, and vicious Emerald."

"Dad.. I don't want to be reminded of that idiot!" I snapped, pouting my lips while he chuckled and ended up coughing non-endlessly.

"Sorry dad.."

"How about you stay here in the States with us? You need to build a cordial relationship with your son because he misses you so badly during your travels. I know you've finally achieved your dreams of being a jeweler and I'm proud of you. I'm no longer in a fit state, Emerald. My life will take a drastic change anytime from now. I don't feel as well as I once did."

"Dad, you'll be alright. Don't say that, please. I will ensure that I give you the best care possible.

He held my hands and flashed me a warm smile.

Carl, my son, showed up in the room with Roberts and Ursula. My face lit up as I saw my son. With delight, my five-year-old son scampered over to me, and I knelt down to his level to hug him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I showered him with kisses.

"I've missed you a lot mom, please don't leave me behind again. Grandpa has been taking good care of me and now he's ill. I Don't like staying with the nannies. I want you to take care of me, mom.." He implored, staring at me with large doe eyes that sparkled like there were hidden stars in it.

"Mom has come to stay. Okay.. I won't leave for Paris again.." I replied, giving him a last kiss on the cheek.

"Emerald," my dad stated, breaking the silence that had ensued.

"Why don't you manage our jewelry company? Your late mother started it, and I've been running it since she passed. The company has thrived, but my health no longer permits me to lead it. I trust your abilities. Your success as a designer, especially through your collaboration with the renowned Parisian jeweler, shows you have the talent. Why not bring those skills to our company?"

"Roberts can no longer function as the president because of his military work, and Ursula is a flight attendant. She will relocate to Australia soon with her family. You're the capable one to handle this business, Emerald."

Dad announced, and I took a deep breath, absorbing his words. He was right; people often called me the goddess of design because of my exceptional skills. Observing my dad's leadership of the jewelry company, I decided to move to France to collaborate with the world's greatest jeweler and learn the art of jewelry making.

He has consistently supported me over the years. When I was a teenager, he and Mom adopted me, and Robert and Ursula have always treated me like their own sibling.

The Gills were a prominent family in New York City, though not everyone knows I am part of it. They are a high-profile, respected family owning one of the best jewel companies in the States.

Since its establishment, the Imperial Company has earned a reputation for its iconic jewel designs.

The majority of our jewels are millions of dollars' worth and are crafted mostly from pure gold, diamonds, and gemstones. Since I've gained more understanding about jewelry creation in France, I wouldn't contest my suitability for the position of the company's manager.

"Our company has had several requests for a partnership from many other companies. Among them was the M&M company owned by Sir Logan. His proposal has not been authorized since I intend to appoint you as the new manager. What do you say?"

My eyes widened when my dad asked, and I was stunned by the mention of Logan's name.

I couldn't respond because I was too dazed.

Just then, Roberts held my shoulders and said, "You'll benefit much from this offer, Emerald. Don't let this chance pass you by. If God permits, utilize your power against those who have harmed you and dared go against your way, Emerald. Take the Michaelson family for an illustration."

The words Robert spoke resonated deeply within me. Rage shot through me as I thought of getting even with my ex-husband. I have made a self-promise to exact retribution on my wrongdoers. As I watch them fail, I want them to bow down before me and acknowledge their errors . I want justice for the pain Logan caused me, both physically and mentally.

"I didn't ask you to interfere in this, Roberts. I'm only giving her this position because she's well suited to the post and not because of some revenge scheme." My dad said to Roberts before turning to face me.

"What do you say, Emerald? Do you accept it?!"

My dad asked, and I breathed deeply before responding, "Yes. I accept it..."

"There is an auction you need to attend, emerald. The jewelry industry hosts an annual event to honor designs created by elite brands, and we're honored to be one of them. If not for my health, I would have been delighted to go. I'll let everyone know that you are now the official chairwoman of our organization,

"I want you to represent the imperial company at the auction and I want you to disclose your identity as the New chairwoman to them," my father disclosed, and my eyes sprang wide like saucers.

Wow! That was quick... I wasn't expecting it.

"Where will the event take place and when?"

"Next month at the Mariano empire, Emerald. Hilda, my secretary, will forward all the details to you via email."

"Okay..thanks dad. I'll do my best to make you proud."

"I trust you, Emerald.."

Leaving for my room, I called the secretary, Hilda, and asked her to forward the list of those that will be attending the event. She forwarded it after a short while, and when I saw the Michaelson family among them, a smirk tugged at the corners of my lips..

Can't wait to see you this time around, Logan.... Indeed, revenge is best served cold.