Divorced the CEO, Destroyed His Empire

Marian insisted on coming along on this business trip with me and Brent.

I'm a light sleeper. There was no way I could handle the budget hostel the company booked.

So I paid for my own hotel room—a decent one, not cheap.

The moment she saw it, Marian wouldn't let it go. Begged and badgered me to swap rooms with her.

I turned her down politely.

“Sorry, I can't sleep in a hostel, which is the whole reason I booked this room. You're welcome to ask someone else to switch with you.”

The next morning, I woke up to Brent's dark expression.