Mr. CEO, Your Ex-Wife Is Absolutely Killing It in the Research World!

For six years after their marriage, Miranda Stone devoted herself wholeheartedly to being Mrs. Gibson.

She only found out later that while he was abroad, Felix Gibson had been secretly keeping his first love by his side.

Miranda had once believed that even the coldest heart would eventually warm if she just loved hard enough.

But that belief shattered the day his beloved first love won an international award and threw a lavish celebration—while their daughter was being wheeled into a freezing cold operating room.

That was the moment Miranda finally woke up.

She took back her worthless love, filed for divorce, and walked away with her daughter without ever looking back.

Once she picked up her career again, the woman who used to be a stay-at-home wife transformed into one of the most sought-after experts in the medical field.

Her research papers were published in top international journals. Her breakthroughs won prestigious awards across countries.

When she stepped back into the spotlight, glowing with confidence and ready to give herself another chance at happiness, the man who had always held himself above everyone else—so composed and restrained—finally broke.

He lost it completely. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse with desperation. He dropped to his knees in front of her, pleading like a man who had lost everything.

“Mira, please don’t leave me.”

As a storm raged through the night in Atlantis City, Miranda Stone dialed her husband Felix Gibson’s number.

The call went through, but no one answered.

In her arms, their daughter, Mia Gibson, burned with a 104-degree fever. Delirious and barely conscious, she kept crying out, “Daddy… Daddy… I want Daddy…”

Holding her tightly, Miranda rushed downstairs and turned to their housekeeper. “Mrs. Young, we’re going to the hospital.”

“Should we wait for Mr. Gibson to come home?” Mrs. Young asked.

“There’s no need.”

Tonight was his first love’s birthday. He wasn’t coming home.

Miranda’s heart felt even colder than the storm outside. Her daughter lay burning in her arms, cheeks flushed red with fever, letting out faint, pained whimpers. Meanwhile, her father was off celebrating with another woman.

As they sped toward the hospital, the rain poured harder. Miranda, frantic over Mia’s condition, pressed down on the gas. Suddenly, a car sped past from the opposite lane. Miranda flicked her hazard lights and swerved to warn them, but the other car kept barreling forward.

She quickly turned the wheel, and the car slammed into the concrete barrier.

In the back seat, Mrs. Young clutched the child tightly and let out a scream.

Miranda managed to hit the brakes in time. The front of the car had only struck a short pillar, not hard enough to cause major damage. But in that moment, she broke down completely. Her tears poured without restraint.

Years of heartache and silent suffering came crashing down all at once.

From the back seat, seeing her curled over the steering wheel, shaking with helpless sobs, Mrs. Young called out in distress, “Ma’am!