All Chapters of Dating My Ex Husband's Billionaire Boss: His Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Trigger warning****Mature content** This story contains steamy romance. Aria Sinclair's Pov “Not pregnant, again, oh shit,” I muttered bitterly. I froze instantly, staring down at the paper in my hands. My heartbeat thudded in my ears as the words sank in. It was always negative. This was the seventh time we’d tried this year. So many times I had given my body, my soul to Brandon, and every time I had ended up with an empty womb. I gripped the report tighter, my knuckles whitening. I had thought that if I gave him a child, maybe…..just maybe….he would look at me the way he did two years ago. Back then, before love had curdled into a cold routine, before our marriage became a quiet battlefield, his smiles once carried warmth. The nurses outside the room chattered softly, their voices drifting down the sterile corridor. “…Have you heard. Amelia Hart is back in town. Can you believe it?” “You mean the fashion designer Mr Brandon Ford is obsessed with? I heard he’s g

Aria's POV I was exactly seven seconds late. Seven seconds. In the real world, it meant nothing. But inside the glass-walled boardroom of Harlow Enterprises, seven seconds felt unforgivable. I slipped in quietly, holding my tablet and the printed reports Ethan had asked for at the last minute. The room was already full. Executives in sharp suits sat around the long mahogany table, their attention briefly shifting to me before hardening again. Brandon noticed me instantly. Of course he did. “Well,” he said with a lazy smile, his voice carrying across the room, “look who finally arrived. Miss Sinclair herself. Did we pull you away from something more important, Aria?” A few low chuckles followed. My cheeks warmed, but I kept my face calm. “My apologies,” I said politely. “Mr. Harlow requested updated figures.” Brandon leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “Naturally. Because Ethan can’t seem to start a meeting without his assistant rushing in to save the day.” His

Aria's POV "Aria, my darling girl, we're so proud of you!" Grandma Elena's voice trembled with joy as she pulled me into a warm hug, her familiar lavender scent wrapping around me like a blanket. Grandpa Thomas joined in, his strong arms enveloping us both. "Reclaiming your place as CEO of Sinclair Group...it's about time. You've always been the heart of this company." I hugged them back tightly, feeling tears prick my eyes. After everything Brandon had stolen from me, coming home to them felt like the first real breath I'd taken in weeks. We sat in the grand living room of their estate, sunlight streaming through the tall windows. "But please," I said softly, pulling away to look at them both, "keep my profile low-key for now. No announcements, no updates to the company website. I don't want anyone knowing I'm back in charge yet." Grandma frowned gently, her silver hair catching the light. "Why the secrecy, sweetheart? You've earned this. The world should know Aria Sinclair

Aria’s POV The hospital doors slid open with a hiss, cold air rushing in as the stretcher emerged. Nurses moved swiftly, their voices calm and practiced. Ethan never let go of Sophia’s hand until the very last second. “Do everything you can,” he said, his voice low, raw around the edges. “And somebody leg Mr Evans.” A nurse with brown hair ran to him and said, "We can't sir, he's abroad of a major surgery." Ethan sighed heavily before turning his gaze to me. Like he's trying to ask what we do next. "Aria, what do you think we should do?" He asked, searching my face for answers. He crossed the distance in two long strides, cupping my face in his warm hands before I could speak. He hugged me tightly. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breath mingling with mine. “She’ll be okay,” I whispered, brushing my thumb over his cheek. “I know it.” His eyes closed briefly, a shaky breath leaving him. “Thank you for staying. For being here with me.” His voice so

Ethan’s POV I watched her hurry toward a nurse, she was so mysterious with how she moved. I let out a sigh as I admired her for the hundredth time. "Boss, you seem to like this girl, I have never seen you look at a lady like this." My driver said, standing next to me with that smile he always has on. "I don't know Lans...She's just... different." I let out a sigh, as a popped up a cigar. Aria was fire and defiance wrapped in silk, and every second I spent near her, I felt myself falling for her even harder. Brandon never deserved her. As if it was not yesterday when I would see her bring Brandon lunch, he'd collect it then later trash it in the bin. I’d known her long before she ever looked at me with those big beautiful eyes. Years ago, at corporate galas and boardroom mixers, she’d been on Brandon’s arm..radiant, devoted, heartbreakingly blind to how he treated her. I’d overheard him once, drunk on scotch and arrogance, bragging to a group of executives about how she