All Chapters of My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(Lucien’s POV) My phone started ringing as I walked out of my dressing room.The sound cut through the silence of the room like a blade. I glanced lazily at the screen. Mom. A bitter scoff slipped past my lips. Without answering, I tossed the phone onto the bed. The room spun slightly when I moved my head. I drank too much tonight again. The alcohol still burned faintly in my throat, and my head felt heavy. I dragged a hand through my hair and stood up unsteadily. The house was quiet as I walked downstairs. The kind of silence that reminded me of everything that was missing. I used to have a wife that lightens the atmosphere of the mansion. I exhaled deeply. “You’re back?” The voice came from behind me. I turned slightly. Timothy stood there, leaning casually against the wall. My friend. Well best friend, apparently. Funny how life worked. We only met a few months ago. At a concert I attended sometime in February. Yet somehow, he understood me

(Aria’s POV) The moment I stepped into the mansion, I felt it as I walked to my room. The silence. The emptiness. And then, it hit me all at once. I shut the door behind me and broke down. The sobs came out uncontrollably, my body shaking as I pressed my back against the door, sliding down slowly until I hit the floor. Why? Why couldn’t I control myself? Why didn’t I push him away? My chest tightened painfully as the memory replayed in my mind. Lucien. His face. His voice. And then that moment of our lips touching. I cover my face with my hands, crying harder. What if Ethan hadn’t walked in? Would I have stopped it? Or… Would I have let it happen? “No…” I whispered shakily, shaking my head. “No, no…” But the doubt was already there. And it terrified me. Why is my heart like this? It’s been six months. Six whole months. I told myself I have moved on. That everything I had with Lucien was over. Buried. Gone. But I was wrong. Becaus

(LUCIEN’S POV) The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. Not because I wanted to. But because I couldn't sleep at all. My eyes opened slowly, staring at the ceiling as a dull ache settled behind them. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. Then reality crept in with irritation. I sat up, running a hand through my hair before exhaling sharply. There was a meeting today—important enough that I couldn’t afford distractions or missing it at all. . I got out of bed, took my bath and got dressed quickly, choosing a blue suit. No tie. I wasn’t in the mood to look perfect, didn’t feel like it and didn’t care. Grabbing a file from my desk, I stepped out of my room and headed for the elevator. The silence around me felt too loud, like it was pressing in on my thoughts. The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out, walking toward the living room. The smell of food hit me first. Then I saw Timothy. He stood by the table, casually dishing out breakfast.. Dressed in baggy pants

I linger by the door longer than I should have, my hand hovering just inches away from the handle as the sound of her retching echoed through the bathroom. It wasn’t the first time I heard someone throw up, but there was something about the way Aria sounded, she sounded weak, like her body was fighting a losing battle, that alone scared me. For a second, a stupid thought crossed my mind. Is she pregnant with Ethan’s child? The word settled uneasily in my chest, heavy and unwanted. I frowned, immediately pushing it away. No. That wasn’t something I should just throw at her, not when she was already in that state. And honestly… I didn’t even know how she’d react if I asked. So I stayed quiet. I figured it would be better to let her come out on her own instead of startling her. The last thing she needed was me barging in and making things worse. A few moments later, the sound of running water filled the room, followed by silence. Then the bathroom door creaked open. Aria

(Lucien’s POV) “I only wanted to hear your voice, that’s why I called this morning. Nothing like modeling.” Elena said. She's sitting across from me in my office like she belonged there, her legs crossed, back straight, confidence spilling out of her like perfume. The smile on her lips wasn't just casual. It was victorious. Like she had already won something I don't know we were competing for. I let out a quiet smirk, leaning back slightly in my chair, studying her. “It’s the transparency for me,” I said calmly. “I was surprised you’ve met Aria and both of you...” “That’s not happening,” she cut me off instantly, her voice sharp but controlled. Her eyes locked on mine without hesitation. “You don’t expect me to be friends with your ex-wife, do you?” Silence stretched between us for a second. I didn’t respond. Not because I didn’t have something to say but because I was thinking. She knows too much. More than I ever told her. I never mentioned Aria. Not once. I made