My Bossy CEO Husband

“Mom, I’ve already agreed to your demands.

What more do you want?”

Brian asked, his frustration evident.

Noemi’s gaze hardened.

“Brian, I don’t trust your verbal promises.

Check your email now.

I’ve sent you a divorce agreement.

Sign it and announce it on the company’s official website immediately!” she demanded, her voice firm.

Brian’s temples throbbed with a growing headache.

He stared at Noemi, his expression hardening.

“Mom, you were well-prepared.

Were you so certain that I would listen to you?” he asked, incredulity and anger blending in his tone.

The realization that she had already prepared a divorce agreement struck him hard.

Was she so confident that he would give in?

Was her threat to jump just a bluff?

Noemi’s eyes flashed with urgency.

“Brian, everything I do is for your own good.

Listen to me, please.

Divorce Rosalynn.

She’s not a good woman.

Stop being so stubborn!” she shouted, her voice rising with desperation.

Brian pressed his lips together, frustration boiling over.

He suddenly took a big step forward, his eyes Locked on Noemi.

“Brian, stop! If you come any closer, I’ll jump!” Noemi cried, taking a step back, her voice trembling with fear.

Brian paused his steps, his face cold and dark.

“Mom, I hate being deceived and threatened more than anything,” he said, his voice low and steely.

“And

this isn’t the first time you’ve tried to manipulate me.

Last time, because of you, Rosalynn and I almost got divorced.

I don’t want to go through that again.

”

Panic flickered in Noemi’s eyes.

“So for her, you’re willing to watch me fall to death?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Brian’s dark eyes fixed on her.

“You won’t jump,” he replied firmly.

“If you do, Rosalynn will be able to remain with me permanently without any hindrances.

I believe that is not your desired outcome.

”

He didn’t know if Noemi really intended to jump or if she was just trying to manipulate him.

But in that moment, he chose his words to provoke her defiance, hoping to keep her from taking that fatal step.

She harbored a deep grudge against Rosalynn and wouldn’t give in easily.

As Brian cautiously approached her again, Noemi tightened her fingers, her knuckles white with tension.

“Brian, I’ll ask you one more time.

Will you get a divorce?” she hissed, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation.

Seeing the resolve in her eyes, Brian stopped again.

“Mom, come down first.

We can sit and talk about the divorce,” he suggested, trying to keep his voice calm.