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MY EX-HUSBAND REGRETS

MY EX-HUSBAND REGRETS

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-09-11
By:  Aurora KCompleted
Language: English
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Dark Romance

Drama

Contemporary

CEO

Possessive

Secretary

Revenge

Second Chance

Office Relationship

After dying on her wedding day at the hands of her fiancé David and his mistress Lisa, Sarah wakes up 3 years in the past. It’s 2026. She’s alive, and she remembers everything. This time, she won’t be the naive girl who trusted them. She won’t sign the prenup. She won’t let them steal her inheritance. Her first move? Ask Ethan Blackwood — the cold, ruthless CEO and the only person who attended her funeral — to walk her down the aisle. As Sarah plays the game to survive, David starts to panic. Why is his sweet fiancée suddenly so cold? Why is Ethan Blackwood suddenly everywhere? But revenge isn’t just about surviving. It’s about making them regret everything. Can Sarah change her fate... before history repeats itself?

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Chapter 1

I Died in White

SARAH'S POV

I died on my wedding day.

I know how that sounds. 

But I did. 

I remembered it. The knife. Blood was spreading across my white wedding dress.

David was standing there. Smiling. The same smile he used when he proposed. 

Lisa, my best friend was next to him, holding his hand. 

"Why?" I tried to ask. But it came out like nothing. 

"The baby..."

Lisa just laughed. "There was no baby, Sarah. God, you believed that?"

David leaned down. I could smell him. 

"Thanks, wife," he whispered. "You made it so easy."

And then... Darkness took me.

I woke up on the floor. My face hurt. Cold. 

I was on our kitchen tile. The same tile I mopped last night.

"Sarah? SARAH!" 

David. He sounded scared. 

I opened my eyes and he was right there. Hair messy. Panic on his face. 

For one second... one stupid second... I thought he cared.

I thought maybe I was wrong, maybe I made it all up.

I pushed myself up. The room spun. 

My hands. God, my hands were shaking. 

No ring. Where was my ring? 

I checked my finger again, nothing. We weren't supposed to get the ring until next week. Right?

I crawled to my phone. Dropped it twice. 

When I finally got it...the screen cracked but it still came on.

August 14, 2026.

I made this sound. Half laugh, half sob. 

I couldn't help it. It came out of me like I was choking.

Three years. 

I got three years. 

Three years before 2029. Before the wedding. Before the church. Before they killed me.

This was real. This wasn't a dream. 

I could feel the tile. I could taste blood in my mouth. 

Did I bite my tongue? Or was it from... before?

"Hey, baby?" David knelt in front of me. He reached for my hand and I flinched. He pulled back like I slapped him.

"You're freaking me out. What happened?"

I looked at him. Really looked.

The way his jaw twitched when he was lying.

The way he wouldn't reach my eyes.

This was the man I was going to marry.  This was the man who was going to kill me.

My stomach turned.

I had to say something. Just anything. Or he'd know.

"I'm... I'm okay," I whispered. "I just... got dizzy."  Didn't eat breakfast.

He blew out a breath like he'd been holding it. Rubbed his face.

"Jesus. You scared me. The lawyer emailed the prenup. We can sign after the wedding, yeah?" It's just paperwork.

After the wedding. Right. 

After he had his name on everything.

I nodded. Because that's what Sarah from before would do.  That's what she always did. Nod and smile and trust him.

Then I heard myself say it.

  "I don't want Lisa to walk with me."

David frowned. "What?"

"I want... I want Ethan Blackwood."

Saying his name made my throat close up. Ethan Blackwood. The man from the news. Cold eyes.  The only person who sent flowers to my funeral.

David went completely still like I poured ice on him.

"Sarah. Be serious. He's the CEO. He's not gonna walk his rival's fiancee down the aisle. People will talk.

"Let them talk." My voice cracked. I hated how weak it sounded. The words came out before I could stop them.  "Please. If you love me, ask him."

David just stared at me. Then he got up and walked away. Didn't say anything.

I heard the bedroom door close.

I stayed on the floor. 

My chest hurts. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. 

The phone was still in my hands shaking. August 14 2026.

I'm alive. 

And I don't know if I can do this. 

I don't know how to be this version of me.

But I have to try.

Because the other me is dead.

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33 Chapters
I Died in White
SARAH'S POVI died on my wedding day.I know how that sounds. But I did. I remembered it. The knife. Blood was spreading across my white wedding dress.David was standing there. Smiling. The same smile he used when he proposed. Lisa, my best friend was next to him, holding his hand. "Why?" I tried to ask. But it came out like nothing. "The baby..."Lisa just laughed. "There was no baby, Sarah. God, you believed that?"David leaned down. I could smell him. "Thanks, wife," he whispered. "You made it so easy."And then... Darkness took me.I woke up on the floor. My face hurt. Cold. I was on our kitchen tile. The same tile I mopped last night."Sarah? SARAH!" David. He sounded scared. I opened my eyes and he was right there. Hair messy. Panic on his face. For one second... one stupid second... I thought he cared.I thought maybe I was wrong, maybe I made it all up.I pushed myself up. The room spun. My hands. God, my hands were shaking. No ring. Where was my ring? I checked
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The Cold CEO
Three years. I had three years. Three years before David and Lisa put a knife in me in a white dress. The tile was cold under my palms. I pressed my forehead to it because the world was spinning too fast. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't panic. Don't panic. I said to myself.The old Sarah would have called Lisa. Would have cried to David. Would have let them talk her out of every bad feeling she had. The old Sarah was dead. I pushed myself up. The kitchen felt like it was spinning. I grabbed the counter to stay standing. My reflection in the microwave door scared me. Hair looking a mess. Eyes red. No ring on my finger. In 2029 I was wearing that ring when I died. I ripped the drawer open. Scissors. I found it. I didn't think. I just started cutting. My hair came off in chunks and fell to the floor. It was stupid and messy and I didn't care. When I was done I looked different. Shorter and sharper. I looked like someone who survived something. My phone buzzed. David. I le
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Deal With The Devil
We kept going Into the part of the city where the buildings had their own zip codes and the streets didn’t have names, just numbers. Ms. Reyes was in the front seat. She hadn’t spoken to me since “Dinner is at 8.” My one bag sat on my lap. It had three shirts, two jeans, underwear, and the scissors I used to cut my hair. That was it. Three years of life with David Blackwood and it all fit in a duffel. Pathetic. The car pulled into an underground garage. The doors were steel. They closed behind us with a sound like a vault. “Miss Miller,” Ms. Reyes said finally. “Mr. Blackwood is expecting you.” We took a private elevator. No buttons. It just knew where to go. Floor 92. The doors opened and the air changed. It smelled like him. Wood. Cold. Something expensive I couldn’t name. The penthouse was bigger than David’s whole apartment. Floor to ceiling windows. The city looked small from up here. Like toys. And it was empty. No photos. No books. No life. Just black furniture and
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The Gala
Pregnant.I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Nothing came up.My phone buzzed again. Unknown number.“Told you he’d use you and throw you away. Now everyone thinks you’re a liar too.”Blocked.Another. Ms. Reyes: _Mr. Blackwood wants you in the dining room. 6am. Wear black._I showered with cold water. Black jeans. Black sweater. The same one from last night.When I walked into the dining room, Ethan was already there. Same black shirt. Same glass of water. Same stack of papers.He looked up. “You saw it.”“Yeah,” I said. “Did you do it?”“No.” His voice was flat. “David. Or Lisa. Someone wants us to look unstable before Monday.”Monday.That was when we were supposed to sign the marriage license.Ethan pushed a tablet across the table. The comments were worse than the article._Gold digger__Pregnant and desperate__Poor David_“Eat,” Ethan said.“I’m not hungry.”“You will be. Because we’re going to the Blackwood Foundation Gala.”I stared at him. “Tonight? But the news—”“Ex
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The Whispers
David Blackham was smiling at me in City Hall.Like he was here for a birthday party. Not to ruin my life.The pen in my hand felt like it weighed 20 pounds. Ethan went rigid beside me. I could feel it. "Morning," David said. Too cheerful. "Sarah. Ethan."The clerk behind the desk looked up. Confused. "Is there a problem?""Yes," David's lawyer said. He was old, gray, and expensive. "We’re here to file a formal objection to this marriage license."Objection.The word hit me in the chest.Ethan didn’t move. "On what grounds?""On the grounds that Miss Miller is not of sound mind," the lawyer said. "And that this marriage is being entered into under duress, for financial gain."Duress. Financial gain. Sound mind.They were using every ugly thing Lisa whispered at the gala.David stepped closer. "Sarah, baby. I’m just trying to help you. You’ve been through a lot. Let me take you home. We can see a doctor."Baby.He said baby like he had any right.I looked at him. In a very keen way
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The Shares War
I threw the blanket off and grabbed the robe Ethan left hanging on the chair. It was too big. It smelled like him.My legs were shaking by the time I got to the living room. There were two of them. Uniforms. Hats in their hands. Professional, but their eyes were doing that thing people do when they recognize you from the news. Ethan was already there. In a black t-shirt and sweats. He looked like he hadn’t slept either.“Mr. Blackwood,” the older cop said. “We need to ask you some questions about a hit and run from 2023. Case file 8843.”. 2023. The year my dad died. The year I don’t remember. Ethan didn’t flinch. “Inside. Now.” He gestured to his office. “This doesn’t concern Miss Miller.”“It does if she was in the car,” the younger cop said. I almost laughed. Almost. Because if I laughed I wouldn’t scream. “I was in a car accident?” I heard myself say. My voice sounded far away. “In 2023?”The older cop looked at me. Pity. “Ma’am, we just have a few questions for Mr. Blackw
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S. M Collection
I didn’t sleep after the warrant. How do you sleep when the police are in the next room going through the man you’re living with’s files? When there’s a photo of you half-dead on the floor and the only person who was there won’t explain why he paid to erase it? I didn’t. I stayed in the guest room with the lights off and the laptop burning my thighs. By 7 AM the police were gone. They took two boxes. Ethan didn’t say what was in them. He just stood in the doorway with his arms crossed and that jaw ticking like it does when he’s pissed and scared at the same time. “You okay?” he asked. “No,” I said. “But I’m going to be.” Because if I let David win, if I let 2023 bury me, then he gets everything. My dad’s company. My name. Me. So I did the only thing I could control. I built. *S.M. COLLECTIONS* The name looked wrong on the screen. Too small. Like I was whispering. I changed the font. Bold. Black. Then I opened the sketch file from last night. The blazer with the high coll
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The Obsession Begins
The lily was still on the table at 6 AM. White. Perfect.I stared at it while I drank coffee I didn’t taste. Ethan hadn’t slept either. He’d spent the night on the phone with security, with lawyers, with whoever could make sure David didn’t get past the lobby again. “Get rid of it,” he said finally. I picked up the lily by the stem. My hand didn’t shake. That scared me more than shaking would have. Ms. Reyes took it when I handed it to her. Her face was stone. “I’ll have it dusted for prints.”“It won’t help,” I said. “He wants us to know it’s him.”Ethan came up behind me. “We’re moving the launch to Blackwood Tower. Private floor. No press without invites. No David.”I nodded. But my eyes kept going to the window. To the street 40 floors down. Was he there? Watching?By noon the article Lisa leaked was everywhere. #SarahMillerUnstable was trending. #FreeSarah was trending. #EthanBlackwoodCreep was trending. My own face. Bruised. In a hospital bed. Being used as proof tha
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Breaking In
The room went silent when David said "fiancée." Like someone hit mute on the entire world. 200 people. Phones in the air. My crying face still frozen on the screen behind me. David stood at the back in a navy suit. Hands in pockets. Smiling like he’d just walked into a dinner party, not crashed my launch. “Sorry I’m late,” he said again. Louder this time. “Traffic.”Ethan got to me first. He stepped in front of me like a wall. “Get out,” he said in a low dangerous tone.David just tilted his head. “Sarah? Aren’t you going to say hi?”My throat was sandpaper. I could feel everyone staring. Waiting to see if I’d break. If I’d cry again like in the video. I didn’t. I stepped around Ethan. “What do you want, David?” My voice came out steady. I hated that I was proud of that. David’s smile widened. “I want to help you. You’re clearly overwhelmed. The press, the company, this...” he gestured to the clothes. “This little project. It’s too much for you.”“Little project?” Ms. Reyes s
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The Threat
The sound of glass shattering upstairs didn’t sound real. It sounded like it did in movies. That slow, sharp crash that makes your whole body go cold before your brain catches up.Then came the yelling. “Perimeter breach!” “Second floor, east wing!” “Get her out!”Ethan was already moving. He grabbed my arm and pulled me under the dining table. “Stay down,” he said. His voice was calm. My heart was in my throat. The note was still on the floor. “I’m everywhere.”David. It had to be David. “How did he get in?” I whispered. “You said this place was secure.”“It is,” Ethan said. He had his phone out, talking to security. “They’re sweeping the house now. He’s not getting to you.”Footsteps above us. Heavy. Running. More glass. A shout. Then a gunshot. I flinched. Ethan covered me with his body. “It’s fine. It’s security. They’re just—”Another crash. This time from down the hall. The kitchen door flew open. Not David. Two guards. Guns drawn. “Mr. Blackwood, we need to mo
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