Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO

"Ms. Lewis, your follow-up results are in. It’s stage 2 stomach cancer. Are you sure you don’t want to inform your family?"

"No need."

As she stepped out of the hospital, a wave of hot wind swept over her, carrying the suffocating humidity of late summer. Autumn slipped the report into her bag, her face a little pale under the glaring sun.

In the third year of her marriage to Julian Carter, he had an affair, and she got cancer.

What a lousy script she had ended up with.

The thought was almost laughable, a bitter, hollow sound in her mind. But Autumn was afraid of dying. She was terrified of it, especially after realizing she’d developed cancer from the sheer, soul-crushing anger of being cheated on by a man who couldn't keep it in his pants.

At this moment, standing on the bustling street with the city’s noise buzzing around her like a swarm of insects, she finally figured it out.

If you can’t hold on to sand, you might as well let it scatter.

After making all the necessary arrangements, Autumn drove to the office. Her movements were calm, deceptively so, betraying none of the seismic shifts happening within her. She arrived at her desk in the open-plan finance department, picked up a stack of documents she had prepared earlier, and headed to the executive offices on the 17th floor.

She knocked on the heavy oak door.

"Come in." The voice was deep, laced with cái authority he wore as effortlessly as his tailored suits.

Autumn pushed the door open and walked in.

"What is it?" The man behind the expansive desk looked up, his sharp, dark eyes settling heavily on her. Julian Carter had a handsome face, with features so chiseled they could have been carved from marble. Years of navigating the cutthroat business world had long shed any trace of youthful immaturity, replacing it with the steady composure and unshakeable authority of a man in power.

Autumn handed over the stack of papers, her voice gentle, almost melodic. "This is from the check-up last week. The hospital sent it over. It needs your signature."

She placed the report directly in front of Julian and thoughtfully clicked open a pen, placing it in his hand. The gesture was intimate, practiced, a relic from a time when such small acts of care were expressions of love.

Julian rubbed the center of his forehead, a gesture of weary impatience she knew all too well. He didn’t even glance at the document. His signature, a sharp, decisive scrawl, landed on the designated line.

"Don’t bother me with trivial things like this in the future."

"Alright." Autumn complied, her voice still soft as she tucked the precious papers away.

The moment she turned, her eyes caught it—a sliver of white fabric sticking out from under the large, imposing office desk. A corner of a skirt. She recognized it instantly. It belonged to her stepsister, Luna Lewis.

A cold, mocking smile touched Autumn's lips, but she lowered her gaze swiftly, masking it before it could be seen. She strode away, her heels clicking against the polished floor with a steady, resolute rhythm.

A few seconds later, a faint click echoed behind her as the office door was locked.

They were that eager, huh?

Autumn’s heart, which she thought had already turned to stone, plummeted like a rock into a deep, frigid lake. The cold weight of it swallowed her whole, leaving her chest tight with a breathless, suffocating pressure.

She looked down at the stack of documents in her hands and pulled out the last two sheets, the ones she had carefully hidden at the bottom.

If Julian had just looked a little closer, he would have seen not only her follow-up diagnosis confirming stage 2 stomach cancer, but also the final page—a divorce agreement.

Autumn met Julian when she was five. That same year, her father had an affair, and her mother, a proud and unyielding woman, filed for divorce without a second thought. Her two older brothers were given to her father, and she was placed in her mother’s custody. Shortly after, the mistress brought her illegitimate daughter, Luna, into the Lewis family.

Autumn and her mother moved to a new neighborhood, where she met Julian, the boy who lived next door. They had grown up together, their lives intertwined like vines.

Julian had once broken three ribs fighting for her.

Whenever she had a fever or caught a cold, he would worry sick over her, hovering until her temperature went down.

His social media, once a public declaration of his affection, was filled with nothing but pictures of her.

He had promised to love her for a lifetime.

And yet, he was the first to break that sacred vow.