Ria Mの小説

Lior’s POV I dash into her house, my pulse hammering.“Mom!”My voice echoes down the hallway as I move fast, barely slowing until I reach the living room. And there they are.My mother sits on the couch, spine straight, legs crossed, hands folded neatly on her lap. Calm. Composed. As if nothing in the world has happened tonight. As if my sudden arrival means nothing at all.Unbothered. Untouched by the storm burning through me.Beside her, Aurelia stiffens.She shoots to her feet the moment she sees me, the movement sharp and rushed. Her fingers curl into the fabric of her dress as her eyes widen.“Li… Lior, you’re here?”The words come out uncertain, almost breathless, like she did not expect me. Like she hoped I would not show up.I do not answer her.My eyes dart to her face, cold, assessing.“You,” I say flatly. “What are you doing here?”Her lips part, ready to respond, but my mother speaks first.“Mind how you talk to her, Lior,” she says coolly. “She’s your fiancée.”A sharp

Liam’s POVI stand by the side, just far enough to remain unseen, watching everything unfold.I came early tonight. Earlier than I ever planned to. The moment I found out Lila would be showcasing her first collection, her very first step into the fashion industry, I knew I had to be here. Not to interfere. Not to insert myself into her world again. Just to witness it.That was all I wanted.I tried my best to stay neutral, to blend into the crowd, careful not to cross her line of sight. I was scared of how she might react if she saw me. Scared of the anger I know she carries where I’m concerned. I’ve earned it, after all.Still, I wanted to be part of this phase of her life. Even if it was from a distance.I brought flowers. I just couldn't give them to her myself. So when her friends arrived, I handed the bouquet to someone else and asked him to give it to them. That way, they could pass it along and say it was from a well-wisher.That was enough.Or so I thought.I never imagined it

Lior’s POVThe hall is alive around me.Soft music hums through the air, low conversations weave together in polished elegance. I sit beside Andrea, tucked away at the corner of the hall where I can exist without drawing too much attention. It should feel calming. Controlled.It doesn’t.My body is here, but my mind isn’t.It’s still somewhere else, tangled in words that refuse to loosen their grip on me.Back to when she walked in.Lila.How she moved into the room, my eyes lifting instinctively, tracking her without permission.How she didn’t even look at me.Not even once.She walked past, her gaze fixed ahead, her posture straight but tight, like she was holding herself together by sheer will. The look in her eyes was distant, guarded. As if my presence meant nothing. As if I was just another face in the room.Her words replay in my mind, clear and merciless as fear settles between my ribs, slow and heavy.Does this mean she’s done waiting?Does this mean she no longer wants anyth

Lila’s POVI notice Aurelia the moment she slides into the seat beside Venessa.The movement snaps Venessa out of whatever thought had momentarily claimed her. She stiffens just slightly, then turns toward Aurelia as she leans in to whisper something close to her ear. Venessa nods, slow and measured, her gaze dropping as a soft smile settles on her lips. Polite. Composed. Almost convincing.If I’m guessing, she’s trying to act like she’s okay.She’s not startled. She doesn’t care. At least that’s what she wants herself to believe.But the Venessa I know would be thinking right now, how is she here? How. Just how?I smile faintly at my own thoughts, a quiet satisfaction blooming in my chest. If there’s anyone I wanted my presence to rattle the most, it’s her.Her words come back to me without warning. Velisse dresses make you look more expensive than you should look.And now?Now she won’t have words when she finally learns the full details about me. Because now, I can buy the entire s

Aurelia’s POVI turn fully to face Claudia, my heels grounding me in place as irritation coils tight in my chest.“You said you had a plan, so what now?” I ask, my voice low but cutting. “That Lila of a girl is still out there shining. She’s even here and ready to partake in this event with her collections for launch tonight.”Claudia exhales slowly, the kind of tired sigh that feels dismissive. She does not answer me. Instead, she turns away, already taking a step as if I am no longer worth the conversation.I scoff. “Or have you also found out about her condition?”That stops her.She turns back to me, brows drawing together. “Condition?”I don’t answer immediately. I fold my arms across my chest, letting the silence stretch, watching impatience flicker in her eyes before curiosity takes its place.“She’s suffering from memory loss,” I say finally, my voice calm, almost careless.Claudia stills.Her eyes widen just slightly as the words sink in. “Memory loss?”I release a breath thr

Lila’s POVI slide into the backseat of the chauffeur-driven car my grandmother had prepared for the night, the door closing softly behind me with a quiet finality. Even after calling earlier to say she wouldn’t be able to attend, she made sure everything was arranged down to the smallest detail. That’s just how she is. Always absent in body, never in preparation.Her voice over the phone echoes in my mind: You don’t have to worry about anything, darling. I’ll have some people there to ensure everything runs smoothly.I press my lips into a thin line, sinking into the soft leather seat, the scent of polish and quiet luxury surrounding me. I wonder why she never seems to be present.The question lingers, then fades as the city lights streak past the tinted window, blurring into gold and white lines against the dark. For a moment, I let myself exist there, suspended between past and present, anticipation and memory.Minutes later, the car slows.The chauffeur pulls up in front of a bu

Hello, dearest readers.I can’t believe I’m writing this… the final note for Ex-Husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet.It’s hard to describe what I’m feeling right now. There’s a quiet ache in my chest, a sense of pride, love, and yes — a little sadness — because saying goodbye to these characters, to this journey, isn’t easy. Isabel, Alexander, Scarlett, Sterling, Aurora… and Roy. They’ve all become so real to me. And I know they became real to you too.From the first chapter to the very last, you’ve been here. Turning each page. Leaving your beautiful thoughts. Dropping your gems. Waiting each day to read what happens next. And I can’t say thank you enough. Your support, encouragement, reactions — they meant everything. They reminded me that stories connect hearts, even across screens.You let this story into your heart, and now that we’ve reached the end, I want you to know — I see you. I appreciate you. Deeply.This story was more than just a tale of pain, healing, and second chances.

Isabel’s POVNight has settled over the beach event center. Lanterns sway gently above us, and I flip off my damp pyjamas after a hot shower, the steam still lingering in the air. The day’s celebrations have left us all tired and warmed—so much so that each of us retreated to our rooms early, the firelight and laughter humming in the distance.Tonight, I’m dressing the bed, running my hands over the soft linen, trying to soothe the lingering ache of a long day, when I pause and wonder: Why did the kids say they wanted to sleep at Aurora’s tonight? Their behavior earlier—it all felt off. When those three get together doing odd things, it usually means they’re planning something.I scoff, turning away. I know they’ll be back soon—looking for bedtime stories. And I’ll give in. I always do.A knock interrupts my thoughts. I fold the sheet neatly and head to the door.Already?” I say with a laugh, expecting Scarlett and Sterling. “Didn’t even take that long and now you two are here—”I pul

Isabel’s POVIt’s night at the beach event center. We sit on wooden chairs under paper lanterns, the sea’s foam glowing in the moonlight. In front of us, a line of fire dancers weave vertical flames, their silhouettes flickering against the crowd. The air hums with music, laughter, and the scent of roasted nuts and salty air.They begin a slow, sweet pas de deux. Two dancers glide across the sand, their bodies close but not touching, moving in perfect harmony. The male dancer lifts his partner’s chin with his hand, guiding her through soft spins. Each step mirrors the gentle steps of first love, the small hesitations that become trust. My heart tightens.I feel a rush of memory from that day on this very beach years ago—when Alexander and I danced together under similar lantern glow, no audience, no pressure, just us.I turn sharply and catch Alexander staring at me, his eyes soft and full of shared memory. I smile at him, a quiet recognition, then return my gaze to the dancers.He le

Isabel’s POVIt’s been three weeks since Roy left.Three weeks of making new memories—of watching the kids laugh more freely, of letting Alexander in more than I’d ever planned to. Three weeks of unwinding the past, one gentle day at a time.And now, I’ve finally brought to life the girls’ outing Aria once suggested over the phone months ago. Except it’s more than just the girls now—it’s all of us. The people who’ve become family in ways blood never could. Me, Alexander, the kids… and the couples who found love amidst all our chaos.Alexander sits beside me, his shoulder lightly brushing mine as we stare out at the wide stretch of the El Matador beach. The sea dances before us, waves crashing gently like a rhythm only the heart understands. The kids are playing a messy game of catch around us, laughing as they dart past. Scarlett nearly trips over Alexander’s feet, and he makes a playful attempt to grab her.Their laughter fills the air, and for once, the noise doesn’t feel overwhelmi

Isabel’s POV“Hurry up, darlings. We can’t afford to be late,” I say, ushering Scarlett and Sterling toward the door. “We need to be at the airport before the flight takes off.”Aurora laughs breathlessly as she helps Sterling slip into his shoes, and Mom quickly adjusts Scarlett’s little jacket. The house is buzzing with movement, and I lead the way out as Alexander waits just outside, already by the car.The moment we’re all tucked in, I glance at the time again and mutter under my breath, “Oh no… we might be late to see Roy off. Are you sure we’ll make it?”Alexander glances at me, calm and certain. “Don’t worry, Isabel. We’ll make it in time.”And thankfully—we do.Just as Roy is wheeling his luggage toward the departure gate, I call out, “Roy!”He turns at the sound of his name. His brows lift in surprise before he grins, rushing toward us. The twins run to meet him, and he crouches low, pulling both into his arms with the kind of hug that speaks louder than any words could.I sm

Alexander’s POVI sit by the window of the care home, sunlight streaking through the glass and warming the table where I peel an apple. My father sits quietly beside me in his wheelchair, his eyes distant as always—but I keep talking, the way I always do.“I told Dad… Isabel finally told the kids,” I say, smiling as I slice the apple into even halves. “Scarlett and Sterling. They know I’m their real father now.”I glance at him, even though I know he doesn’t really understand me. Not since the accident. His silence is different now—disconnected. But still, I want to share this moment with him. I need to.I lift my wrist, showing him the simple colorful bracelet. “You see this? Scarlett gave it to me months ago. She said it was a friendship bracelet. I let out a quiet laugh, remembering how I’d smiled and accepted it—grateful, even though my heart was breaking.Back then, I thought I was just a stranger in their lives. A ghost watching from the sidelines while they called another man