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All Chapters of My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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One

(Aria's POV) I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring at the screen of my phone, trying to convince myself that the video I was seeing had to be fake. That it had to be some kind of edited nonsense or maybe some disgusting prank someone played on me. But all I could see was my husband--Lucien Volkov was having sex with his secretary on his office desk, his secretary's hands were around his shoulders, her soft moans filling the audio like a mocking soundtrack. His voice, his familiar voice, the same voice that once whispered “I love you” into my neck at night, was grunting in pleasure, praising her, touching her the way he used to touch me. His face was buried in her neck, just the way he knew I loved and his fingers held her waist like she was something precious, like she was something he wanted to keep forever. I felt my chest tighten hurtfully that it almost knocked the breath out of me. My lips parted, trembling and my throat burned. For a moment, I couldn’t even blink,

Two

(Aria's POV) I was still wiping the tears from my face, trying to breathe through the ache in my chest, when I heard the click of the front door downstairs. Just the familiar scent, I knew Lucien was back. He was home. And I don't know how to face him or how to talk to him. But can I just easily stand in front of him, throw the divorce papers on his face and yelled at him to sign it. I smirked, who am I kidding? It's going to be hard for me. I sat up straight, wiping the last tears away even though they were replaced instantly with new ones. I wasn’t ready. I would never be ready. But this moment was coming whether I liked it or not, I had to do it now matter what. His footsteps grew louder as he climbed the stairs. The room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating, like the walls were closing in on me. My heart beat raced faster that I thought I might faint. The door opened, and Lucien stepped in. He looked… normal, like nothing had happened, like he hadn't been inside another

Three

(Lucien's pov)I watch her walk away. Then sneered slowly, she'll surely come back, I don't have to chase her. She wasn't the type to walk away, she always stayed with me no matter what.I'm so confident she loves me no matter what. She has been my wife for two years and she had endured my temper, my coldness, my indifference, she had swallowed every sharp edge of my character and stayed and just for a video, she won't possibly walk out of our marriage.I took the divorce papers, reached out for a pen and signed it. I'm giving her just one day and then I'll see if she can live without me like she claimed.My phone rang, the caller ID stored with omma. My mother called, I swiped up the green button and answered the phone call."Lucien, I heard your wife packed out of your house?" My mother asked, her voice laced with barely hidden, she never liked Aria, at all and it was so obvious with the way she treats her."Yes, mother. I slept with my secretary and somehow the video reached her. S

Four

I drove inside the luxurious mansion, the tires crunching softly against the perfectly paved carpark, then killed the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening after the long drive. I’d only been here three times before, but the security guards, who were familiar with Devi's instructions, let me in without hesitation, even at this late hour. A deep, tired sigh escaped me as I stepped out of the car. My hand trembled slightly as I yanked the boot open, fumbling with my suitcase, a maid hurried forward, her uniform crisp and she smiled politely at me. “Ma’am, welcome. Let me help you with that,” she said, reaching for the handle. I hesitated, not used to accepting help from strangers, but my arms were weak so I couldn't protest. With a small nod, I let her lift the suitcase, following her through the grand entrance. The mansion seemed different. Or maybe it was my eyes. Everything looked bigger, more elegant, more alive than the last time I had been here. The marble floors gleame

Five

(Aria’s POV)I step out of my car and shut the door quietly behind me. The night air brushed against my skin, cool and calming, but my hands were trembling so badly I had to clench them into fists. Sweat clung lightly to my face, sliding down my temples, even though the weather wasn’t hot.For a whole week, I had lived without Lucien Volkov. Without his voice filling rooms. Without his moods dictating the air I breathed. Without constantly shrinking myself to fit into a marriage that only knew how to take peace of mind from me.I still couldn’t believe it.A week ago, I had been certain I wouldn’t survive this. That I would break, crawl back, apologize for sins that weren’t mine. But I didn’t, I stayed away. I endured the nights, the mornings, the silence. And standing here now, staring at the massive mansion in front of me, I felt gratitude in my chest.Thank God, I whispered inwardly.My phone vibrated in my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts.Devi called, and I dialed her number

Six

My heart raced because of Ethan, and that alone frightened me. I smiled, a small curve of my lips that felt new on my face, and shrugged off the feeling like it didn’t matter. Like it was nothing. Like my body hadn’t betrayed me by reacting to a man who wasn’t my husband. Husband? who wasn't even close to me. I can’t welcome any form of love right now. Lucien made sure of that. He didn’t just break my heart, he rewired it. He taught me caution the hard way, taught me how dangerous it was to trust too quickly, to give too much, to love without asking for proof. And if I was being honest, like truly honest, I couldn't place all the blame on him. I should blame myself too. Why would I marry a man I had only known for three months? What was I thinking? Was I charmed? Blinded? Desperate to belong somewhere, anywhere? Or was I simply stupid enough to believe that intense attention equaled love? Three months. I let that number sit heavy in my chest. I barely knew Lucien. Not really.

Seven

Yo! I took a deep breath as I descended the staircase. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, highlighting the warmth of the living room below. My heartbeat raced, I was nervous and anticipating how me and Ethan would talk. Today, I’d have breakfast with Ethan. Maybe I’d finally learn about his work schedule, get the chance to actually talk to him. Moving on after a week wasn’t such a bad idea. A week of trying to remind myself that Lucien was no longer a factor in my life, that his manipulations and arrogance didn’t have to dictate my mornings anymore. But, as much as I tried to push it away, a stubborn part of me knew I’d meet him again at some point, maybe by accident, or through some cruel twist of fate. And I will always pray that when that happened, I shouldn’t tremble, shouldn’t falter, shouldn’t...Holy father, why am I still thinking about him? I shook my head as I reached the dining room, forcing my thoughts to focus on the present. And there he was, E

Eight

Lucien’s POV I walked inside Volkov's company looking so upset. My jaw was clenched, my face cold, every step heavy with the weight of everything that had gone wrong in my life. The employees who usually rushed to greet me stepped back, their voices dying in their throats the moment they saw my expression. I didn’t stop by my office. I didn’t even glance at the elevator. I went straight to my secretary's office. My secretary’s door stood slightly open, the scent of her perfume drifting into the hallway. I should have done this a week ago, long before that. I should have confronted her the very moment my marriage began to crumble, when Aria walked out of the house without looking back. But I hadn’t. Because some part of me didn’t want to face the truth. I pushed the door open. She looked up from her desk and smiled. “Good morning, Mr. Lucien.” she greeted, smiling brightly. And then I noticed what she was wearing. The same black, transparent gown. The same dress sh

Nine

Lucien’s POV I could accept anything Aria wanted to do to punish me, anything at all. She could scream at me, slap me, insult me, humiliate me in front of the entire city if she wanted. I deserved it. And I know that. I cheated. I crossed a line that should never have been crossed. I shattered something I shouldn't have, something sacred, something that took two whole years to build. But her with another man? I can't imagine my woman with someone else. That was where I drew the line. She couldn’t just move on. She couldn’t erase two years of our lives like they were nothing. She couldn’t replace me like I was some old jacket she’d grown tired of wearing just because I made one mistake. Yes, I admit I was wrong. I didn’t deny it for a second. I cheated. I broke her trust. I broke her heart. But I never stopped loving her. I never stopped choosing her in my mind and in my life. I can change anything but not the love I had for Aria. And as for the divorce? She didn’t get to deci

Ten

Aria’s POV “Who are you?” I shouted, yanking my hand back as if his touch burned. “And what gave you the nerve to hold my hands like that?” My heart was hammering violently in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears. I was furious, so angry that my hands trembled, but beneath that anger was fear. Not the fear that made you weak, but the fear that reminded you of wounds you thought had healed. I knew this moment would come. I just didn’t expect it to be tonight. And I also know one step out of Devi's mansion, of course, Lucien would find me. “Aria, don’t be stubborn,” he snapped, tightening his grip again, his thumb digging into my skin as if he needed to remind me of his strength. “Come with me.” That tone. The command in his voice sent a sick wave of memories crashing into me. It made me recall our arguments that ended with slammed doors, apologies that came too late, promises broken before they even settled. “No,” I said firmly. Ethan shifted beside me, confusion etche

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