A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 58:

On the 23rd floor of Ocean Tower, Belinda sat in Madisyn’s office, typing away at the computer and meticulously removing every mention of Cathy from the divorce agreement. Behind the desk, Madisyn’s voice carried across the room as she guided a group of new models with firm authority.

When Belinda finished the deletions, she glanced up at her best friend. Madisyn now exuded confidence and experience, commanding the room with ease. Belinda couldn’t help but smile.

She remembered their first meeting vividly. Back then, Madisyn was just a shy fledgling model, her eyes alight with excitement at the prospect of the fashion world—much like the new recruits she was now coaching.

Joyce Scott had leaned against Belinda’s shoulder during that initial encounter, laughter bubbling from her lips. “Belinda, my classmate is incredible—straightforward, generous, and talented! Someday we’ll start a jewelry business. I’ll handle operations, you’ll design, and Madisyn can be our advertising model. We’ll be unstoppable!”

Nineteen at the time, Belinda had felt her own dreams sparkle. She had pinched Joyce’s nose playfully and replied, “All right, I’ll lead us to success!”

Madisyn had joined in their laughter. “I believe our future is bright… Joyce, you can call me ‘sister,’ just like you do Belinda!”

Joyce had rolled her eyes. “I only called Belinda ‘sister’ because I lost a bet. I don’t use that term for her anymore, and I’m definitely not starting with you.”

and shared ambition felt as vivid now as they had then. Lost in the memory, Belinda sighed and looked back at Madisyn, who was patiently sharing her expertise with the

another, and remain friends for life.

abroad seeking better

at galn ovels

with stomach cancer and given less than three

grown into a confident woman whose career flourished and

called, laughter dancing in her voice as

offered an awkward smile. “I was just admiring how you handle the newcomers. You command respect like

weariness flickering across her features. “They don’t focus on mastering their craft. They’re chasing the spotlight. Modeling isn’t just about looking good—it takes experience. They all dream of fame overnight.” She

sound even more like a veteran now,” she said,

frustration and resignation softening her expression. “I’m only in my twenties—at the peak of my life. I’m not ready to be an

screen. “How’s your divorce paperwork

back at the document and sighed, reminded of her unfinished business. “It’s