My CEO Husband Regrets Our Divorce

The news about Charles's company going public was all over the internet, and the photos showed him looking charming next to his female companion. I recognized her immediately. She had been by Charles's side often over the past year—his first love, Julia. That evening, Charles sent me a text: [Baby, don't be upset. You know media spins stories. Julia can be a bit childish; don't take it out on her." I did not reply. I waited for him until ten o'clock that night, but he never came home. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, my phone rang. "Honey, come pick me up. I've had too much to drink." I rushed to the bar, where the atmosphere was buzzing with laughter. Charles was drunk, and Julia sat next to him wearing a spaghetti-strap dress. "Julia lost. The punishment is to kiss the person on her left. Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" a group of people shouted joyfully. "Charles," Julia said, her voice laced with concern. When Charles spotted me at the entrance, he sighed in relief and gestured. "Alright, everyone, quiet down. Let Fiona take her place for the punishment." Charles's friends instantly broke into amused smiles, fully aware of my lower status. They knew Julia was the one he truly adored. Charles stepped closer to me, gripping my arm. "Can you help Julia with this punishment, please?" I looked up at him. "I'm your wife, and you want me to kiss someone else?" Even though I tried to prepare myself, it still stung. Charles scoffed, "Isn't it time for your mother's nursing home to get renewed? After the kiss, I'll transfer a million to the nursing home." One person tried to lighten the mood. "Just forget about it. That wouldn't be fair to Fiona." Another chimed in with derision, "She's just Charles's servant! Whatever he asks her to do, she wouldn't refuse!" I lowered my head, taking a deep breath, my nails digging into my palm. When I looked up again, I forced a smile. Amid their mocking stares, I confidently pulled out a chair and sat next to that distinguished man. I took out several lipsticks and asked him, "Which color do you like?" Laughter erupted around us. He smirked and pointed to a bold red shade. "Perfect, I like it too." I smiled enticingly, applying layer after layer of lipstick. As gasps filled the room, I leaned in and placed a kiss on the distinguished man's face. Looking into his deep, dark eyes, I slowly pulled back. I was aware of how beautiful I was. That was why Charles had chosen to marry me. Julia shot me a disdainful look and remarked, "Fiona is so bold. She just kissed without a second thought." Every word she said mocked me and suggested that I was promiscuous. I kept my tears hidden just below the surface and comforted myself, 'A kiss for my mother's medical expenses is worth the cost.' Amid the laughter, Charles's face went pale as he stood up and grabbed my arm. "That's enough. Let's go home." Julia pouted, "Charles, I'm scared to be alone." Charles pointed to a man nearby. "Felix, you take Julia home." Then he pulled me away, dragging me out of the bar. Once we were in the car, Charles took out a few tissues and said coldly, "Wipe off your lipstick." I took them obediently and wiped my lips, leaving a glaringly red mark on the tissue. I scoffed, "Charles, are you happy to see me embarrassed? If you like Julia so much, why don't you just divorce me and marry her?" His expression darkened instantly as he gripped my chin, saying, "Wanting a divorce so badly? Is it just for the alimony? Do you think I'll let you have it that easily?" Before I could reply, his phone rang, and I heard Julia's sweet voice on the other end. "Charles, I think I must have put my pajamas in your suitcase."