After the Divorce, He Begged Me Back Chapter 07

After the Divorce, He Begged Me Back Chapter 07

Holden stood paralyzed in the dim stairwell as the motion–activated light flickered on 

and off around him. 

He lost track of time until his phone vibrated 

violently against his hip. 

“Mr. Vance, we pulled the tapes,” his head of security reported. “Your wife left shortly 

after you left to pick up Miss Ross for the 

wedding.” 

“She got into an unregistered black sedan 

and drove away.” 

“What?” Holden’s grip tightened until his 

knuckles turned white. 

“Find out who owns that car immediately. 

Run every traffic camera in the city.” 

He nearly crushed the device in his palm, his ” 

eyes flashing with fury. 

“Chloe… you planned this from the very 

beginning.” 

No wonder she signed the papers without a 

single second of hesitation. No asset 

disputes, no tears, no dramatic fights–not 

even a parting word. 

He had arrogantly assumed she loved him to 

the point of absolute submission, that she 

would endure any humiliation just to remain 

by his side. 

In reality, she had already cut the ropes. 

“Just you wait,” he snarled under his breath. 

“I will hunt you down to the ends of this 

earth.” 

In the blink of an eye, six months passed. 

Holden spent every single day searching for 

1. me. 

He exhausted his extensive network, hired 

top private investigators, and pulled every 

favor he had, but I had vanished like a ghost. 

Even the black sedan yielded absolutely zero 

leads. 

Eventually, Amber’s due date arrived. 

She called his personal line from her hospital 

bed, weeping and begging him to hold her 

hand in the delivery room. 

“The company is facing a crisis. I don’t have 

time for this,” Holden replied coldly before 

slamming the phone down. 

Left alone in the sterile room, the mask of 

submission shattered, and a terrifying 

hatred consumed Amber as she screamed 

through her contractions. 

Holden hadn’t been lying about his schedule. 

His firm was on the brink of complete 

collapse. 

A massive, multi–million–dollar deal had 

just fallen through, and this upcoming 

contract was the sole lifeline left to keep his 

empire afloat. 

He resolved to meet the representative of the parent conglomerate personally. 

After his secretary finalized the location, he straightened his tailored suit and drove out 

to the upscale restaurant. 

He ordered an espresso and sat by the window, waiting anxiously. 

Ten minutes later, the crisp, rhythmic clicking of high heels echoed from behind. 

him. 

He quickly smoothed his jacket and turned around to greet the executive, but the words. 

caught in his throat. 

“Chloe? How… how are you here?” 

I offered him a flawless, professional smile. 

“Long time no see, Mr. Vance.” 

Holden froze entirely, his mouth hanging open as he stared at me as if looking at an 

apparition. 

I walked over to the table and calmly pulled 

out the chair directly across from him. 

“I thought you were here to negotiate a merger,” I said smoothly. 

He finally jolted back to reality, sliding into his seat without taking his eyes off me for 

even a fraction of a second. 

“Chloe, what is going on? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been hunting for you?” 

“I do,” I replied, my voice completely 

deadpan. 

“You knew? If you knew, why didn’t you call me?” Anger leaked into his voice. 

“Do I owe you an explanation, Mr. Vance?” I tilted my head, letting out a sharp chuckle. “Let me remind you, we signed our decree. 

We are completely strangers.” 

Holden choked on his words, his face flushing with embarrassment. 

“Then why are you sitting across from me today?” 

I scoffed, sliding my chair back and picking up my handbag. 

“I’m not here to stroll down memory lane,” I said, standing up. “If you aren’t interested in presenting your proposal, I have a board meeting to attend.” 

Panicking, Holden surged forward and 

grabbed my wrist. 

“You’re the representative? You work for the EC Group?” 

I gave him a slow, mocking nod. 

Before he could bombard me with questions, 

I sliced through his words. 

“Like I said, my time is exceptionally expensive. I won’t waste it on you.” 

“Chloe, wait! Don’t leave. Let’s talk,” he 

pleaded, his voice cracking. 

I looked down at his fingers clamped around 

my arm with raw disgust. 

Noticing my expression, he pulled his hand back as if burned. He hurriedly pulled a thick 

stack of documents from his briefcase. 

“Chloe, you know my firm’s numbers. If this deal doesn’t close, we go under. I don’t care. how you got this job, but please… put in a good word for me with the EC board.” 

Ignoring his begging, I picked up the folder and skimmed through the pages. 

Thirty minutes later, I slid the documents 

back across the polished wood. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Vance. I won’t be endorsing this proposal.” 

Holden’s face twisted in horror. “Why? Give 

me a reason!” 

“The strategy is completely outdated, and 

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your metrics are inflated,” I stated 

smoothly, standing up and smoothing my 

skirt. “It doesn’t align with EC Group’s 

standards.” 

“Now, excuse me. I’m done here.” 

As I turned to leave, his hand locked around 

my forearm once again. 

This time, the desperation was gone. His 

tone flipped back into the arrogant, authoritarian growl I had endured for five 

long years. 

“Chloe Vance, that’s a load of garbage. 

You’re doing this out of pure, petty revenge, aren’t you?”