He Divorced Me… But I Was Never His To Lose(regret & desire)

SIGN IT“Sign it, Serena.”His voice was calm, so calm it almost felt unreal, like he wasn’t asking his wife to end a three-year marriage but simply approving a contract he had already decided on. I stood there for a moment longer than necessary,“You’re serious?”I lifted my head slowly to look at him, staring at the document placed neatly in front of me, my fingers hovering just above the paper as if touching it would make everything final in a way I wasn’t ready to accept yet. The bold words at the top blurred slightly before my eyes, but I didn’t need to read them again. I already knew what they said.I had known for three days., searching his face for something, anything that suggested hesitation, regret, or even the smallest trace of discomfort. But Damian Hart stood behind his desk exactly as he always did: composed, distant, perfectly put together in a way that made emotions seem like something beneath him. His dark eyes met mine without wavering, and for a second, I wondered

CONFIRM ITThe car came to a slow, controlled stop beneath the private entrance of the hospital, and for a moment, I didn’t move, my eyes fixed on the glass doors ahead as the reality of everything began to settle in with a weight I could no longer ignore. The city lights reflected faintly against the polished surface, cold and distant, and I found myself gripping my bag tighter than necessary as the words from earlier echoed repeatedly in my mind, refusing to fade no matter how much I tried to push them away.“You’re pregnant.”It didn’t make sense, and yet the more I tried to deny it, the more a quiet, unsettling possibility crept into my thoughts, dragging me back to the one memory I had been avoiding since it happened. Three nights ago, a moment I had buried too quickly, convincing myself it meant nothing, convincing myself it was just a mistake that would never follow me beyond that night. Now, sitting here, with the hospital in front of me and a man beside me who spoke as if he

YOU DON'T GET TO TOUCH ME AGAINThe moment I stepped out of the consultation room, the air in the corridor felt different, heavier than before, as though something had shifted quietly while I was inside, something I could not see yet but could already feel pressing in around me. My steps slowed without me meaning to, my mind still trying to process everything the doctor had said, every word repeating itself in a loop that refused to settle into something I could fully accept, because accepting it meant accepting that my life had just changed in a way I could never reverse.“You need to leave here carefully.”Lucien’s voice came from beside me, calm as always, but there was something beneath it now, something more deliberate, more watchful, and it made me turn to look at him fully for the first time since we left the room.“What does that mean?”He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze shifting briefly down the corridor before returning to me, as if he was measuring something, calculatin

THE WOMAN BESIDE LUCIEN CROSSBy the next morning, my name was everywhere.I did not even need to open social media to know it, because the moment I stepped into Ava’s apartment and saw the expression on her face, I already understood how far things had spread overnight. She stood near the kitchen counter holding her phone in one hand and coffee in the other, staring at me with a mixture of concern and disbelief that immediately made my chest tighten again.“You need to see this.”I closed the door behind me slowly, exhaustion weighing heavily on my body after barely sleeping the entire night. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept hearing the same words repeating in my head.“You’re pregnant.”“Your divorce wasn’t about another woman.”“You’re not safe anymore.”Nothing about my life made sense anymore, and the worst part was that everything seemed to be spiraling faster before I even had time to process one disaster properly.“Ava…”My voice came out quieter than usual as I walked towa

YOU LIED TO MEFor a second, neither Ava nor I moved. The stairwell suddenly felt too narrow, too enclosed, every sound echoing sharply against the concrete walls while the footsteps below continued at a slow, controlled pace that somehow felt far more threatening than if the man had been running toward us aggressively.“Miss Vale.”His voice came again, calm and patient, as though he already knew there was nowhere for us to go.“We are not here to hurt you.”I tightened my grip on Ava’s hand instinctively, my pulse pounding violently in my chest as I stared down into the dimly lit stairwell, trying to make out the figure slowly emerging from the shadows below.“Do not answer him.”Lucien’s voice remained steady through the phone pressed against my ear, but something about it felt tighter now, more focused than before.“Keep moving.”“There is nowhere to move,” I whispered harshly, my breathing uneven. “There is someone below us.”A brief silence followed.Then:“How many?”“I cannot