121

Aria’s POV “Aria, please open up.” Ethan’s voice came again, softer this time, almost breaking at the edges as it filtered through the bathroom door, but I didn’t respond. The words felt distant, like they were coming from another world entirely, a world I was no longer sure I belonged to. I sat curled inside the bathtub, my knees drawn close to my chest, my fingers loosely wrapped around them, holding myself together was the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely. My gaze was fixed on nothing in particular, just the blank stretch of tiled wall in front of me. My mind was elsewhere, scattered, overwhelmed, drowning in thoughts I couldn’t organize no matter how hard I tried. Everything inside me felt heavy, like I had been dropped into a life I didn’t recognize, forced to breathe in truths I wasn’t ready to accept. Everything happened in one night. One single night, and my entire existence had been flipped upside down so ruthlessly that I still couldn’t tell which p

122

I step out of the bathroom slowly, the warmth from the shower still clinging to my skin. The bathrobe wraps around my body, soft and thick, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside my chest. My fingers tighten slightly around the belt tied at my waist, as though holding it together might somehow hold me together too. My eyes scan the room, searching for him, but Ethan isn’t there. The emptiness hits me harder than I expect. A dull ache settles in my chest, spreading slowly, suffocatingly. I exhale shakily. I don’t want to be angry at him. I really don’t. He didn’t hurt me. He didn’t betray me. If anything, he did the exact opposite. He tried to protect me, to shield me from something he thought would break me and maybe he was right. Because it did break me. My throat tightens. I don’t even understand my own emotions right now. Everything feels tangled, messy, impossible to sort through and it hurts. It hurts so much knowing that my parent is alive. While I live

123

Genevieve did not rush when she stepped out of the car. Everything about her entrance was deliberate, the slow lift of her heel against the marble driveway, the faint sway of her hips, the quiet authority that seemed to bend the atmosphere around her. The mansion loomed ahead like a fortress, guarded not just by walls and steel gates, but by men who would kill without hesitation if she so much as tilted her head. They were already waiting. Bodyguards lined both sides of the entrance, their posture rigid, eyes forward. The moment she approached, they straightened further, a synchronized motion of respect and fear. “Ma’am.” “Ma’am.” Each greeting followed her like an echo as she walked past them, her expression untouched, her gaze cold and uninterested. She didn’t acknowledge them. She didn’t need to. Their loyalty wasn’t earned through kindness, it was carved into them through power. Her outfit only amplified her presence. A fitted black short gown clung to her body, the fabri

All Chapters of My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Chapter 121 - Chapter 123

121

122

123