Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 136

Aria's POVBy the time Ethan drove us back home, I was exhausted.Not the kind of exhaustion that made me want to collapse into bed and sleep for twelve hours. It was the pleasant kind—the one that settled into my bones after spending an entire day walking around, laughing, eating, and actually allowing myself to enjoy something without thinking about everything that had gone wrong in my life.For the first time since the kidnapping, I had genuinely forgotten about the fear.I didn't think about Devi's betrayal or the moment she slapped me or wondered how someone I trusted so deeply could betray me. I just thought about it now.And to my very own surprise, I was just thinking about Lucien Volkov, if he's fine or not.It's strange, why was I thinking about him? All of a sudden?I glanced out of the car window as Ethan drove through the gates of the mansion. The familiar sight of the large house came into view, its lights glowing against the evening darkness."Thank you," I said quiet

Lucien's POV That night in the hospital, Timothy asked me a question that I couldn't answer immediately. It wasn't because I didn't understand what he was asking. I understood it perfectly. In fact, I understood it so well that for several seconds, I could only stare at the ceiling above my hospital bed, pretending that the cracks in the paint were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. Timothy was sitting on the small stool beside my bed, his elbows resting on his knees while he watched me quietly. The room was silent except for the faint beeping of the monitor beside me and the occasional footsteps of nurses passing outside. I had spent the entire evening thinking about Aria. I always think about her, she's always on my mind. Even when I tried not to. Timothy eventually broke the silence. "If you were in Aria's position, would you forgive her?" I slowly turned my head toward him. He didn't look away. "If she had treated you like you were nothing, disrespected y

(Aria's POV)Six Months passed like that.I stayed inside the mansion and moved through the rooms like a ghost.Sometimes I would walk from the bedroom to the kitchen and forget why I had gone there in the first place. Other times, I would stand in front of the huge windows for hours, staring at the city outside without actually seeing anything.I ate when I remembered.I slept when my body became too exhausted to keep me awake.Most of the time, I simply sat somewhere and stared at nothing, grieving something that wasn't a death but somehow felt exactly like one.I had lost people who were still alive.Maybe that was why it hurt so much.When the pressure in my chest became unbearable, I would put on my headphones and listen to SZA, Lana Del Rey, Ariana Grande, or Cardi B. Sometimes I didn't even listen to the songs. I just needed something loud enough to drown out my own thoughts.I still worked occasionally.A few clients continued sending orders, and I accepted them because design