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All Chapters of My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Twenty one.

He hugged me tightly, giving me the safety I needed at the time, shielding me from the pieces that were healing inside me, like certainty, like the world narrowing down to just the space between his arms and my heart. The terrace was alive with murmurs and gasps, the soft clinking of glasses, phones lifted discreetly and not so discreetly as people captured the moment. I could feel the flashes even with my eyes closed, could sense the excitement buzzing around us like electricity in the air. I didn’t care, for the first time in a long time, I truly didn’t. I buried my face against his chest, inhaling his scent, his clean, familiar, comforting scent. My fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket as if letting go would somehow undo everything that had just happened. I never expected him to propose to me. Not tonight. Not like this. Not at all. But he did. And the fact that I said yes was the best thing. The Yes had left my lips without hesitation, without fear, without

Twenty two

The last words faded softly into the air, his voice dissolving into silence as if the night itself was holding its breath. For a moment, no one moved, no glasses clinked, no whispers followed. Even the wind seemed to pause, suspended between our heartbeats.I stood there, frozen, looking shocked and surprised, my heart aching in a way that was almost too full to bear.My eyes burned with tears in them.I hadn’t realized I was crying until a tear slipped down my cheek, warm and unashamed. Then another followed. And another, another and another another another...The tears didn't come from pain, but the quiet, it came from the overwhelming feelings, like when something reaches a place inside you that has been untouched for far too long.I lifted my gaze to Ethan.There was no pride in his eyes. No expectation. Just vulnerability, like he had laid his entire heart bare and was standing there, waiting to see if I would hold it or drop it.My hands trembled as I reached for him.“Ethan…” M

Twenty three

Aria’s POV When Ethan drove me to the mansion, I didn’t wait for him to get down and open the car door the way he always did. I couldn’t wait any longer. The moment the car stopped, my chest tightened like someone had wrapped their fist around my ribs and refused to let go. My fingers trembled as I reached for the handle, and before Ethan could say a word, I pushed the door open and stepped out. The mansion loomed ahead of me, staring at me coldly, familiar, and suddenly hostile. This place had been home before we left for the restaurant. Now it felt like a battlefield. “Aria...” Ethan said quickly, getting down after me. I barely took two steps before he caught up with me, his hand closing around mine. His grip was firm, warm, like he was anchoring me to reality before I completely unraveled. “Please,” he said softly, lowering his voice. “Let me handle this.” I turned to him, panic swimming in my eyes. “Ethan… I understand you want to handle it, but you don’t know Lucien.

Twenty four❤️‍🩹

Ethan’s POV I let out a shaky breath the moment I was alone, the maids and securities already left after giving them strict instructions not to let anyone in without me or Aria's or Devi's permission. The house felt different after he left, too quiet, like the walls themselves were holding their breath after the storm.The broken glass had already been cleared away by the maids but the damage lingered. My chest tightened as I turned toward the stairs. I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Aria’s face when Lucien said those words. “If I can’t have you, no one else will.”To me that wasn’t love. That was possession. And I hated that she had once belonged to someone who could say something so cruel and mean it. Today was supposed to be the beginning of us. It was supposed to be our first real step forward. And instead, her past had barged in like it still had the right to. I clenched my jaw and started going upstairs. I wondered what was going on in her head r

Twenty five

She stayed in my arms for a long moment, breathing out little by little. The tension in her shoulders softened, but I could still feel how tired she was—emotionally drained in a way sleep didn’t always fix, yet desperately she needed to sleep. I brushed my thumb gently over her arm. “You should sleep,” I murmured. She didn’t answer me right away. Her lashes fluttered as she nodded slowly. I shifted carefully and stood up, not letting her go completely, holding her hand. “Come,” I said softly again, guiding her toward the bed. She sat on the edge, hands resting in her lap, looking lost for a second. Then I reached for her heels, slipping them off carefully, then pulled the duvet back and helped her lie down. She turned to face the right side, facing me. “Do you want me to stay?” I asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it anyway. Her fingers caught my wrist before I could pull away. “Yes.” I smiled and sat beside her, brushing her hair away from h

Twenty six

Lucien’s POV The house was loud not with noise, no music, no laughter, but with my mother's yelling. She didn't even care if it was too early in the morning to start yelling. Every television screen in the living room was tuned to the same channel. My name on the bottom of the screen headlines, photos, old wedding pictures of Aria and me side by side, smiling like people who didn’t know how badly things would end. BUSINESS TYCOON LUCIEN VOLKOV EXPOSED FOR CHEATING ON HIS WIFE, ARIA BEAUNOT. EX-WIFE MOVES ON AND EX-HUSBAND LOSES CONTROL. My mother stood in front of the screen, arms crossed tightly against her chest, lips pressed into a thin line of disgust. She hadn’t looked at me once since I walked in. “You’ve embarrassed this family,” she said in anger. Her voice was calm but it was worse than shouting. I dropped my keys on the table, the sound too loud in the tense silence. “I didn’t ask for the media circus.” She turned to face me, her eyes sharp and old. “Y

Twenty seven

Aria’s POV It’s a new year, another page, another breath, another chance to begin with something new… or maybe someone new. I stood in front of the mirror, the room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner, watching my reflection stare back at me like a stranger I was still learning how to recognize. The gown clung to my body perfectly, it was soft, elegant, and expensive. Ethan picked it for me. He always does. He chooses what I wear, how I style my hair, even the perfume I use sometimes. And somehow...I don’t mind. After everything I’ve been through, letting someone else decide feels easier than trusting my own judgment again. He’s my man now. That’s what this is, that’s part of what I said yes to. I smoothed the fabric over my hips, lifted my chin, and forced a small smile at the woman in the mirror. She looked calm, like someone put together and almost healed. I closed my eyes. “Father Lord,” I whispered softly, my hands clasped together, resting against my

Twenty eight

Aria’s POV He drove straight to the venue. The ride there was quiet, not awkward, just heavy with anticipation. London glowed outside the car window—golden streetlights reflecting on wet roads, skyscrapers standing tall,the city always felt alive, but tonight it felt like it was holding its breath. The venue came into view almost too suddenly. He reached The Royal Halcyon Pavilion, where the party was held. A grand architectural masterpiece sitting proudly along the Thames—its glass façade glowing softly, chandeliers visible from the outside like suspended constellations. Black luxury cars lined the driveway, security positioned neatly at every corner. This wasn’t just a party. It was a gathering of power, influence, money, and reputation. And the moment Ethan’s car rolled through the iron gates, it became clear that they had been waiting for him because camera flashes erupted instantly, and relentlessly, like lightning strikes. Reporters surged forward behind barricades, their

Twenty nine

After the dance ended, the room felt too loud, too bright, and my chest felt heavy in a way I couldn’t ignore. Maybe it was the stares I’d caught on the way in, maybe it was the weight of everyone watching us, maybe it was Ethan or maybe it was every single piece of that mix, pressing down on me until I felt fragile, exposed, like I could shatter in an instant. And the way some women were admiring Ethan annoys me but I don't even want to admit that I'm jealous.Well, I needed air. I needed to breathe, to escape for a moment from the crowd, from the lights, from the quiet, pressing intensity of him. My hand found his, the warmth of it relieving me. “Ethan,” I whispered, almost too quietly to hear over the lingering music, “please… let’s go to the restroom.” He’d been in the middle of talking to someone, a man with an important-looking watch and a confident laugh, but the second he heard my voice, it was as though the rest of the world disappeared. His attention shifted, fully, enti

Thirty

The kiss started slowly, each movement unhurried. His mouth was warm against mine, his hands cupping my cheeks, his thumbs brushing softly against my skin, stabilizing himself or maybe stabilizing me. My hands tightened into the fabric of his jacket, clinging to him, needing to touch him, desperate for more, and he responded by pressing closer, deepening the kiss like he’d been waiting all night for this exact moment, our lips and tongues glided together, a dance that was both gentle and consuming. I felt my body melt into his, the friction of his chest against mine, the heat of him radiating through me, the way he held me so securely it was almost impossible to think of leaving. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping perfectly around his waist, my heels fell and he placed me gently on the edge of the sink. His hands were calm and controlled, as if he knew the exact moment he could push and the exact moment he had to pull back. His forehead rested against mine for a heartb

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