Divorcing My CEO Wife After She Aborted Our Baby For Her Ex

Vivian's golden boy loved going raw, but he hated the idea of kids. So my wife booked an abortion without a second thought. By the time I rushed to the hospital, she was already about to walk into the operating room. I grabbed the edge of the door, knuckles white, glaring at her with gritted teeth. "You're killing our baby... just for him?" Vivian Sterling looked at me with chilling detachment. "Stop making a scene. Throwing a tantrum won't change anything." "This baby would only get in the way. It's better to end it now." Yet, when her phone buzzed and she answered Julian Vance on the other end, her voice softened into a gentle murmur I had never heard before. "Yes, the penthouse is yours. Take the Black Card and spend whatever you want." "Wait for me to get back. I'll always have your back. You don't need to be afraid of anyone." When she said "anyone," her icy glare flicked toward me. In her eyes, I was nothing more than an annoying nuisance getting in their way. I snapped my head up, my eyes bloodshot. "You gave him our home, too? Do you have any idea how much sweat and blood I poured into that place?" "It's just a house. He suffered so much living abroad all these years. Why do you have to be so petty about everything?" "If you know what's good for you and behave, I might still reconsider divorcing you..." Petty. The word pierced right through my chest. She had brought up divorce before, but back then, I refused to let go. Now, my heart was completely dead. I cut her off mid-sentence. "Fine. Let's get divorced." "What did you just say?" Vivian looked slightly caught off guard. "I said, let's get a divorce. I don't want you anymore. Go live with whoever you want," I scoffed, declaring it coldly. I turned around and dialed my lawyer. "Yeah, that job offer overseas? I'm taking it." "While you're at it, draft a divorce settlement for me." "Fine, Lucas Graham. You've got guts," Vivian sneered, turning to her assistant with an icy expression. "Since you want a divorce, you can step down as the Executive Director. Julian will take your spot." "And you'd better actually mean it, instead of playing hard to get." "Don't worry. I always keep my word," I replied flatly. In the past, her sharp words would have sparked a full-blown argument between us. Now that I had decided to walk away, an unprecedented wave of calm washed over me. Right then, the doctor walked over with the final consent form, looking for a family member's signature. "Ms. Sterling, we need a family member to sign this." She frowned, about to speak. I cut in first. "I'm not her family. Tell her to go find her new husband." "I'm not wasting another second here." Vivian seemed taken aback by my reaction. After all, I had been the textbook definition of a devoted husband. I knew all her tastes and allergies by heart. I tracked her cycles, made sure her heating pads and remedies were ready before her period even started, and catered to her every whim. Yet everything I had ever done was worthless compared to her golden boy. She stared at me for a long beat before letting out a cold scoff. "Look at you, finally learning your place." "Though acting smart now isn't going to change anything." "Suit yourself, Ms. Sterling." I didn't say another word, turning around and walking away. We had supported each other through thick and thin to get here. I genuinely thought we would grow old together. I never imagined we'd end up with nothing left to say to one another. I hadn't walked far down the hallway when Vivian's assistant called out after me. He handed me a cardboard box. "Ms. Sterling said we should start dividing things up. Starting with the car." Inside were all the little things I had put in her car, the lumbar cushion, the seat covers, the little ornaments. Even the tissue packs I bought were tossed inside. Seeing my hardened expression, the assistant awkwardly explained. "Mr. Graham, these were Ms. Sterling's exact orders. She said..." "She wanted a clean break, just to avoid any future hassles." I let out a long, heavy breath. So she had been waiting to get rid of me all along. Even though I was mentally prepared, a bitter ache still squeezed my chest. Ignoring the assistant's hesitant look, I dumped the entire box into the trash can right in front of him. "Tell her she doesn't need to be so paranoid. I mean what I say." "I'm not going to crawl back to her." With that, I turned on my heel. Before leaving, I slipped off my wedding band and threw it into the trash alongside the rest of the junk. The moment I stepped out of the hospital, Zack sent me a text on WhatsApp. "I heard you're finally willing to head overseas and join our team?" "What about Vivian?" Exhaustion settled deep into my bones. "We're getting divorced." The chat stayed quiet for a long while. "Are you serious? You cared about her so much... Is this because Julian Vance came back?" Julian Vance was the precious golden boy Vivian had sheltered for years. He majored in Finance at a top university, and Vivian paid for him to study abroad for two years during his master's degree. The moment he landed back home, he walked straight into Sterling Group as an intern. She thought she had hidden it so well, but I had uncovered the truth long ago. Over the past three years, all I did was repeatedly prove and confirm the harsh reality: Vivian didn't love me anymore. This time, I was done wasting my breath on her. "Yeah. I'm done with her."When I returned to Sterling Group's headquarters, loud laughter and lively banter drifted out from the 28th-floor executive suite. "Julian, this is the office your fiancée set up for you? An entire floor to yourself!" "No wonder you turned down those lucrative offers abroad to come back. Turns out the Executive Director chair was already waiting for you!" My chest tightened. I reached out to swipe my keycard at the door. The scanner let out a shrill, piercing error beep. Before I could try again, the door opened from the inside. The young guy standing before me flashed a bright, sunny smile. He was dressed impeccably, right down to the designer cufflinks that easily cost five figures. Pampered with Vivian's wealth and devotion, he certainly carried himself with unearned confidence. Julian was surrounded by a bunch of young interns and associates. One of them immediately frowned at me. "Julian, is this the janitor you hired? What's with the sour face?" "He reeks of stomach medicine. It's making me nauseous." Julian didn't correct them, happily letting them mock me. My voice was dead cold. "Vivian and I haven't even finalized the divorce papers yet, and you're already in such a hurry to play director?" "Get out of my office before I call security." I pulled out my phone. Julian clapped his hands lightly. Before I could dial, the security guards behind him snatched my phone and pinned my arms behind my back. Among them were the very people who had once helped me run background checks for Vivian. "Lucas, you must be joking." "Didn't the door scanner already give you your answer?" Julian stepped forward, grabbed my limp hand, and pressed my thumb against the biometric pad. The loud rejection chime rang across the entire floor again. "Whoever can unlock the door is the director." I clenched my fists. "I built this company from the ground up alongside Vivian! My name is on the executive appointment letter!" "You think wiping my fingerprint lets you steal what's mine?" Hearing that, Julian's smile widened. He signaled the HR supervisor, who brought over an official appointment document. He flipped it open. Under the appointee section, the name had already been printed: Julian Vance. "I liked this office, so Vivian gave it to me." "Lucas, right now, you're the one trespassing in the director's office." My breath hitched. Six months ago, Vivian had brought home a stack of corporate paperwork for filing, slipping in a few blank personnel adjustment sign-off sheets. I hadn't thought twice before signing them. Turns out, she had planned to wipe me out of her life all the way back then. The sycophants around him chimed in with sneers. "Janitors these days really think they own the place! Making wild claims like that!" "Of all people, you picked a fight with Ms. Sterling's fiancé! Talk about a slap in the face!" I looked around and realized all the furniture had been completely replaced. My personal belongings had been carelessly shoved into cardboard boxes sitting in the hallway. I ripped myself free from the guards' grip and stormed into the office. A sharp pain stabbed my shoe as I stepped on broken glass. My hospital discharge records from my stomach bleeding had been ripped to shreds, scattered across the floor in a mess. "I didn't really like looking at that scrap of paper, so I had admin clean it up." "Though looking at that diagnosis, you almost died of a perforated ulcer back then, didn't you, Lucas?" His eyes brimmed with cruel amusement. "Too bad Vivian couldn't care less whether you live or die." My vision burned with red rage. Just as I raised my hand to shove him away, a squad of corporate security officers marched in. "Mr. Graham, we received a report of unauthorized entry into the executive suite. Please come with us." Before I could even speak, Vivian rushed in, instantly shielding Julian behind her back. Her eyes flared with fury as her palm cracked across my face. "Lucas Graham, did I not warn you never to touch what isn't yours?"The glare she shot me was razor-sharp. Yet her face looked pale and exhausted. Underneath her stylish coat, the hem of a hospital gown peeked out. To keep me from hurting Julian, she had rushed back before her anesthesia had even fully worn off. Two years ago, when I was rushed to the ICU with severe stomach bleeding from drinking non-stop at client dinners, the hospital needed a family signature. Vivian had merely said over the phone with complete indifference. "Get back to work as soon as you're discharged." She even docked my annual bonus because of the two days I missed while recovering. Julian looked at Vivian, his eyes instantly brimming with tears. Seeing how wronged Julian looked, Vivian glanced down at the glass shards on the floor, her expression turning terrifyingly dark. She pulled out her phone. "Lucas Graham just attempted to assault my fiancé with broken glass. I want to press charges for attempted battery." The taste of iron flooded my mouth. Without any chance to explain, security dragged me away. The moment we stepped out of the corporate lobby, dozens of flashing camera lenses were thrust into my face. "Mr. Graham, is it true that you've been stalking and investigating Ms. Sterling for the past three years?" "Sources say you tried to assault her fiancé while she was in surgery! Care to comment?!" Pushed around by the crowd, I could barely stay on my feet. The edge of a heavy camera grazed my forehead, drawing blood. When Vivian walked down and saw the commotion, she instinctively frowned. For a split second, I thought she might step in to stop them. Instead, she simply walked up and said in a cold, firm voice. "This is a private family matter. None of you need to interfere." It sounded like she was bailing me out. In reality, she had just silently confirmed every single accusation the reporters threw at me. Beside her, Julian put on the act of a traumatized victim, though a smug, suppressed chuckle slipped past his lips. The very last spark of hope inside me died out completely. After being escorted to the security office, Vivian stood looking down at me. "Apologize to Julian." "And what if I don't?" Her tone dropped to sub-zero. "Then I will pursue full legal charges against you for trespassing and assault." "Trespassing." I closed my eyes and let out a broken laugh. When we closed our biggest deal years ago, Vivian had spun me around this very office in pure joy. She told me I would be the director of this company forever. Turns out, "forever" had an expiration date of three years. Vivian's brow furrowed slightly, about to say something, when Julian spoke up with red-rimmed eyes, "Vivian, let's just forget it. I was terrified, sure, but Lucas is probably just too jealous..." Vivian's face darkened instantly. "Apologize." Seeing me remain silent, she leaned down, her voice laced with a venomous threat. "Unless you don't want your father staying in that private hospital anymore." My mind froze. My father had suffered a stroke three years ago and had been cared for in a private hospital funded by the Sterling family ever since. I used to think that was a gesture of love. Turns out, every ounce of her care had a price tag attached. I looked at her, suddenly losing every shred of desire to fight back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have barged into your office, and I shouldn't have disturbed your fiancé. Are we done now?" Vivian's frown only deepened at my surrender. After two seconds of silence, she produced a folder. "As long as you stop harassing Julian, I won't shortchange you on the asset split." I clutched the divorce agreement tightly. "As for your role in the company, Julian has already taken over." "He's young, brilliant, and adapting quickly to corporate life." Her expression softened when talking about him. My pen hovered over the paper. I was the one who stood by her side, building this corporate empire brick by brick. I was the one who took every heavy-drinking dinner meeting for her, puking blood until my stomach gave out. During our busiest launch, I didn't go home for weeks, crashing on the office couch for over a month. Now, she had forgotten all of it. The harsh winter wind blew against the glass. I let out a breath of white mist. Under Vivian's watchful eyes, I signed my name. Seeing how smoothly I signed it, she raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to double-check the asset distribution?" I smiled faintly. "If I asked for the title to that executive office, would you give it to me?" Vivian remained silent for a long moment. "Anything except that." My lips parted. Then I realized, forget it. It was just an office. I didn't want it anyway.The moment I stepped into my private apartment, my phone rang frantically. "Mr. Graham, your father's heart condition has relapsed! He's in critical condition, please get to the hospital immediately!" My heart plummeted. I raced to the emergency room, where the attending physician was flipping through my father's chart with a grim face. "Mr. Graham, the old blunt trauma to your father's chest has triggered severe arrhythmia. We need to perform emergency surgery right now!" Blunt chest trauma. That was the injury my father sustained years ago when loan sharks beat him half to death after Vivian took out private loans to fund her startup. I took a shaky breath and immediately rushed to the payment window. The receptionist swiped my card, only to hand it back with a helpless sigh. "Mr. Graham, your account status is flagged as frozen. The transaction won't go through." I froze. That card was the retirement account Vivian and I set up for my father, with tens of thousands of dollars deposited into it every month. How could it possibly decline? Without time to think, I pulled out every card from my wallet and handed them over. Card after card, the machine beeped with the same dreaded error: Transaction Declined. The doctor came out for the third time, warning me that my father's vitals were dropping fast. Fighting back the trembling in my hands, I called Vivian. The dial tone rang on and on. Just a second before it went to voicemail, she finally picked up. My voice shook uncontrollably. "Vivian, why are all my accounts frozen? My dad needs emergency surgery right this second..." A brief silence followed, followed by a mocking scoff. "Your little tricks are getting more elaborate by the day, Lucas." "Julian was upset all afternoon because of you. Freezing your accounts for a month is already me showing mercy." With that, she moved to hang up. I could barely hold onto the phone. "I'm not kidding! My dad is literally dying! I sent the medical notice to your phone, just look at it for one second..." Her impatient voice cut me off. "How long are you going to keep acting?" Only then did I look at my screen and realize the message had failed to deliver. Vivian had blocked my number. The doctor approached with the critical condition notice for the third time. Grasping at my last straw, I begged into the receiver. "I'm not lying! The doctor is standing right next to me! Talk to him if you don't believe me!" Before the doctor could utter a word, Julian's voice drifted through the line. "Vivian, what color suit do you think I should wear for our engagement party? Come help me pick!" Vivian's tone instantly melted into warmth. "White. It suits you best." When she addressed me again, her voice was dripping with annoyance. "Enough. You already signed the divorce papers. Stop putting on this pathetic show just to get my attention." "Your accounts will stay frozen until Julian says otherwise." Click. The call went dead. When I dialed back, her phone was powered off. A chilling numbness swept through my entire body. I sank against the cold hospital wall, staring blankly as the red surgical light flickered above the doors. And then, it went dark. "We did everything we could, Mr. Graham. Please accept our condolences." Everything that followed felt like a blurry, surreal nightmare. Contacting the funeral home, cremation, and filing the death certificate. I didn't shed a single tear through the entire process, forcing myself to stay completely numb. I had a portion of my father's ashes sealed into a small pendant, wearing it around my neck. As if he had never left my side. Once everything was settled, I used the last bit of cash in my wallet to buy a one-way plane ticket out West. As I waited to board, Vivian finally remembered my existence. A text came through. "Your cards are unfrozen now. Don't ever use this kind of excuse to make a scene again." "Keep some dignity, and I might still consider letting you attend my engagement party with Julian."