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All Chapters of My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Eleven

Aria’s POV Ethan sat beside me quietly, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his arm through the thin fabric of my sleeve. He didn’t rush me, didn’t ask questions right away. He just reached out, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and gently pulled me against his chest as if he already knew I was barely holding myself together and that all I needed was a hug. For a second, I resisted.I wasn’t used to being comforted anymore. Not without conditions. Not without it later being used against me. But my strength gave out before my pride did. “Don’t tear up because of him,” Ethan said softly, his voice calm and soft. “He doesn’t deserve any of your tears.” I tried to respond, but my throat tightened. Instead, a shaky sniff escaped me, it was embarrassing and uncontrollable. I hated that sound. It made me feel weak, exposed. Like I was exposing my weakness in front of someone who hadn’t even known me that long. Ethan didn’t comment on it. He just tightened his arm slightly, a

Twelve

When I finally pulled away from Ethan’s arms, my eyes burned and my head throbbed from crying too much. I wiped my cheeks quickly, embarrassed, even though he hadn’t once made me feel like a burden. “Sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t mean to...” “You don’t have to apologize,” Ethan cut in gently. “It's normal to cry, and I'm glad I am here for you, Aria.” I nodded, unsure of what to say next. Silence stretched between us, not the awkward kind, but the quiet that settles after something heavy has been said. The kind that leaves you feeling stripped bare. I stood up and walked toward the window, hugging my arms around myself. Outside, the city moved like nothing had happened. Cars passed. People laughed. Life went on. Funny how the world never stops, no matter how shattered you feel. “I don’t even recognize myself anymore,” I said quietly, staring outside. “I used to be confident. I had dreams. I laughed loudly. Now I feel like… like I’m constantly apologizing for existing.” Ethan di

Thirteen

Aria’s POV People say the right person comes into your life when you least expect it, when you’re not searching, not praying desperately, not bleeding loudly anymore. They say it happens quietly, almost softly, like a door opening without a sound. And maybe...just maybe that person is Ethan. I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, my fingers smoothing over the fabric of my dress for the fifth time. It was short, armless, and daring in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to be for years. The back dipped low, revealing my skin I once kept hidden out of habit, out of fear, out of obligation to a title I no longer carried. My hair fell in loose curls around my shoulders, soft and intentional. My reflection stared back at me, confidently, nervously, and glowing all at once. "Sexy." The word felt new on my tongue. After two years, I could finally dress the way I wanted. Not as someone’s wife. Not as someone’s girlfriend. Not as an extension of another person’s expectatio

Fourteen

He removed the seatbelt for me and I quickly stepped out before I did anything unimaginable to his lips. Shit! His charms are working and it's too early to be working on me, too early. The moment my feet sank into the sand, I laughed without even knowing why, I just laughed anyway. The breeze blowing my hair softly. “Why are you laughing?” Ethan asked, glancing at me. “I forgot how this feels,” I admitted. “The sand, the wind, the night air, everything feels good tonight and I don't know...” He smiled. “You sound like someone who’s been locked indoors too long.” “Emotionally?” I teased. “Emotionally,” he agreed. We walked closer to the shoreline, the sound of waves growing louder. The ocean stretched endlessly before us, dark and glittering under the moonlight. Ethan stopped suddenly and turned to face me. “Okay,” he said, seriously now. “Ground rules.” I raised a brow. “Ground rules for a date?” “Yes.” I crossed my arms. “I’m listening.” Well my mind is alr

Fifteen

Lucien’s POV I stopped going to the office because of my leg. The doctors said it was healing, but not healed. They said I needed rest, patience, supervision, his words sounded simple until I was the one stuck between four walls, watching my life continue without him. I hadn’t stepped into my office in weeks, hadn’t felt the weight of the building or the familiar chill of the elevator. But work didn’t stop. Meetings came to me. Files were brought home. Documents waited on my bedside table every morning for my signature. I attended virtual meetings with a straight face, camera angled carefully so no one could see how pale I looked, how pain sometimes made my jaw clench so hard that it ached. I spilled out numbers, deadlines, profits and everything except the one thing rotting inside my chest. It has been a month. A whole month of being like this. A month of living back in my childhood home, surrounded by walls that knew a version of me I didn’t even recognize anymore. A month o

Sixteen

Aria's POV We didn’t leave the beach immediately.In fact, we stayed longer than we planned, because something about the night made time feel optional. And nothing feels peaceful when it's just the both of us on the beach. I stood up first, brushing sand off my legs. “I think the ocean is trying to steal my dress.” Ethan laughed, standing up too. “It’s jealous.” “Of what?” I asked. “Of how good you look in it.” he said I rolled my eyes, but I felt myself blushing inwardly.“You’ve a sweet mouth...” “Not like you've tasted it.” he replied and I smiled. Before I could reply, he bent down suddenly and scooped water in his hands. “Ethan... don't start again.” I squinted and he laughed. “Too late, baby.” he said.I felt strange instantly because of how suddenly he flirted with me without realising he was flirting. Or maybe he did, he was just pretending. The water hit my legs, coldly and shockingly. “Ethan!” I gasped, stepping back. “You promised truce!” “I promise

Seventeen.

*The Next Day*Ethan’s POVI will never, ever regret answering Devi’s call that night. No matter how many deals I close, how many empires I build, or how many risks I take in my life, that single phone call will always stand out as the best decision I have ever made. Devi called me late that night. I can remember I was still in my office, loosening my tie, staring at numbers of files on my desk which needed my signature before the second day. She said her friend needed a place to stay. At first, I refused, not because I was heartless, but because I didn’t want complications but because it was Devi I agreed. I told myself I would arrange another mansion by morning, somewhere comfortable, somewhere safe for her. I had the money so that part was easy. What I didn’t expect was that she would walk into my life instead. The first time I set my eyes on her, something in me changed, quietly, dangerously. I had seen beautiful women before, too many of them, women who knew how to dress, h

Eighteen

Kissing Aria tasted like heaven. It was not like the dramatic one people exaggerate in books, not the rushed kiss filled with hunger alone but this was filled with something softer, warmer, and real. Comfort and desire colliding all at once, it was like home and danger wrapped into one breath. I pulled her onto my lap before I even realized what I was doing. It felt natural like I had done it on impulse, as if my body already knew where she belonged. My hands settled firmly on her waist, then lower, wrapping around her butt cheeks, steadying her on my laps very well. She fit there too perfectly, like she had always been meant to sit there, like the space had been waiting for her to show up and claim it. Her lips trembled when I deepened the kiss. She led out a breath, her fingers curled into my shirt as if she was holding on to something fragile. Then I tilted my head, taking my time, letting the kiss grow instead of rushing it. My tongue brushed against her lips first, and slowl

Nineteen

I began reading. Dear Aria, I don’t know if you’ll ever read this or not but I pray you do. A part of me hopes you won't read it with anger... and another part of me is quietly begging that you do read this calmly. I don’t even know where to begin. It hasn’t been that long since we fell apart, yet it feels like years have passed. A month and a week and somehow we are not the same anymore. We don’t feel the same. And that is my fault, and I am so deeply sorry for hurting you. I guess it's true because people say you don’t realize what you have until you lose it, and I used to think that was just something people said when it was already too late. Now I know better. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Aria, the best person I've ever come across. The best woman, the most genuine soul I’ve ever known. You were not just my partner, you were my safe place. You loved me in ways I didn’t even know I needed. You healed parts of me I never had the courage to look at on my

Twenty

I couldn't step out, Lucien ruined my mood again. And I was worried he'd try to meet me because Lucien wouldn't just write the epistle and let me be. I'm still surprised that he hasn't tried to abduct me because Lucien is crazy to that extent, once he wants something he stops at nothing to get it. Which only means he's just tryna manipulate me and make me believe he still wants me. I was still lost in thought when a gentle knock sounded against the door, muffled but deliberate, as though whoever stood outside didn’t want to disturb me too much. I inhaled slowly, steadying my breathing before walking over to open it. A maid stood there with a neat posture, a warm smile on her face. She held a medium-sized bag in both hands. “Merry Christmas, Madame,” she greeted softly. I blinked in surprise before smiling back. Christmas? I didn't even remember what today was. I had honestly forgotten. Somewhere between everything I had been feeling and everything I had been adjusting

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