All Chapters of Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Layla shut the apartment door behind her with a little more force than she meant to use, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway before fading into the familiar hum of her place. Her shoes scuffed the hardwood as she slipped them off, muttering under her breath. Her mother’s voice was still lodged in her head like a splinter. She kicked her bag into the corner and leaned against the wall, tugging her hair free from its tie. Paint-stained strands fell over her shoulder in waves. She hadn’t even unpacked the morning’s irritation and now she was being pushed toward an evening she hadn’t asked for. Her phone buzzed again, this time with her sister’s face lighting the screen. The sight softened her irritation for a moment. “Finally,” Layla muttered, swiping to answer. The screen filled with Rivkah — her younger sister — propped against a mountain of pillows, hair falling loose around her flushed face. A giant bowl of grapes sat balanced on her swollen belly, and she was chewing noisily.

Layla balanced the thin stack of documents in one hand and tapped lightly on the glass door with the other. Sienna’s house always smelled faintly of lilies and something warmer—like cinnamon simmering on the stove. It was the sort of place that wrapped around you the moment you stepped inside, which was dangerous for someone like Layla. Comfort always came with a cost. “Come in,” Sienna’s voice called, soft but commanding. Layla stepped into the sunlit living room. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in a spill of afternoon light that painted the cream walls in gold. Sienna sat curled into the sofa, hair swept back loosely, script pages scattered across the coffee table. Even in a casual cardigan and bare feet, she carried herself like the camera was still on her. “Documents from the agency,” Layla said, placing the folder on the table. “And the updated script they want you to look over before Monday.” Sienna’s gaze lifted from the mess of pages. Sharp eyes, always sharper th

The room was dim, stripped of comfort, its only glow coming from the monitors lined against the wall. Adrian sat across from Voss, his hands folded, expression cut in stone. “Are you certain this will work?” Adrian asked, his voice low, controlled. Voss slid a sleek case across the table. Inside lay a set of innocuous objects: a dark jacket, a pair of glasses with matte-black frames, a button that looked ordinary until one tilted it beneath the light. “The glasses are fitted with a 360-degree micro-lens. Combined with the button cam, it feeds a live panoramic view directly into the van. I’ll have facial recognition running, motion tracking, heat signatures. If the spy shows, we’ll know within seconds.” Adrian nodded, inspecting the jacket with clinical detachment. “And the risk?” “There’s always risk,” Voss admitted. “But if you want to draw him out, you’ll need to look like you’re unguarded. Taking the kids… it’ll bait him faster than any meeting or staged leak.” Adrian’s gaze

Morning arrived not with sunlight, but with a bruised gray sky pressed against Sienna’s window. The city was still wet from the night’s rain, streets slick and reflective, the air heavy with that faint metallic tang storms always left behind. She woke slowly, blinking up at the ceiling as though unsure of where she was for a moment, her body curled tight beneath the duvet. For a heartbeat, she let herself stay in the cocoon of stillness — no cameras, no voices, no expectations. Just her, the faint ticking of the wall clock, and the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. But memory arrived like a tide: the amusement park. She saw flashes in her mind — the Ferris wheel, Alina’s delighted shrieks as Adrian lifted her onto his shoulders, the ridiculous hat he’d won at one of the stalls, his broad smile breaking free in a way she hadn’t seen in years. And then, the quieter moment she’d tried not to linger on: Adrian’s hand brushing hers when fastening Alina’s jacket. That brie

The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time breakfast was finished, the house humming with the small domestic noises Sienna was only just beginning to notice again. The clink of dishes being cleared, Alina’s bright chatter echoing from the living room. Everything felt softer after the storm, as though the world had wrung itself out and was content to rest.Sienna stood at the tall glass doors of the dining room, fingers brushing the cool pane, her eyes pulled toward the back garden. It stretched wide and neglected, framed by weather-worn hedges and a stone pathway that looked almost ghostly under the damp.She had meant to spend time there for months, but life—always demanding—had swallowed her whole. Filming, promotions, meetings, post-production. Before that, the relentless climb to establish herself, to prove she was more than what her family had dismissed her as. And before that, the shadow of divorce and the sleepless weeks of early motherhood.Her garden had waited for her all