Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO

For ten years, Autumn Lewis and Julian Carter were childhood sweethearts.

After three years of marriage, all she got in return were injuries, neglect from her brothers, and betrayal from her husband.

When Autumn found out she had stage-two stomach cancer, something in her finally let go.

She picked herself up and rose from an unnoticed employee to a powerhouse in the tech world.

As soon as the divorce cooling-off period ended, she tricked Julian into signing the papers and made a clean break.

The next time they met, the ever-calculating Julian’s eyes turned red as he tore up the divorce certificate.

“Autumn, I was wrong. We’re not getting divorced. If I could give you my stomach, I would—just please don’t leave me.”

Her once-proud brothers now pleaded, “Autumn, forgive us. Your sister-in-law is filing for divorce. Could you spare us some money?”

Just then, a man stepped out from behind her, lifted his shirt slightly, and sneered.

“Autumn, why waste your time on these jerks? Look at me instead.”

Indeed, affection that came too late was worth less than dirt.

She didn’t care for it anymore.

"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.

Autumn slipped the report into her bag, her face a little pale.

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

What a lousy script she ended up with.

But Autumn was afraid of dying, especially after getting cancer from being so angry at a man who couldn't keep it in his pants.

At this moment, she figured it out.

If she couldn’t hold the sand, then she would let it scatter.

After making all the arrangements, Autumn drove to the office.

She arrived at her desk, picked up a stack of documents, and headed to the office on the 17th floor.

She knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

Autumn pushed the door open and walked in.

"What is it?"

The man looked up, his eyes settling heavily on her.

Julian had a handsome face, sharp features, and years of experience in the business world.

He’d long shed the immaturity of youth and carried the steady composure and authority of a man in power.

Autumn handed over a stack of papers, her voice gentle.

"This is from the check-up last week. The hospital sent it over. It needs your signature."

She placed the report in front of Julian and thoughtfully clicked open the pen, placing it in his hand.

Julian rubbed the center of his forehead tiredly, didn’t even glance at it, and signed.

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

"Alright."

Autumn complied and tucked the papers away.

The moment she turned, she caught sight of a sliver of white fabric sticking out from under the large office desk.