The Mighty CEO Knelt Outside My Door After I Asked for a Divorce

Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father.That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found.While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor.All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response:"I'm busy."And then… silence.She waited.And waited.Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand.He never came.Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle.Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene:Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave.The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash.And from those ashes, something far stronger rose:Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.