《CEO's Regret After I Divorced》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Ryan's POVMy fingers drummed restlessly against the polished mahogany desk as I reviewed the quarterly reports.The numbers were solid, our company's assets growing steadily under my leadership, yet something felt... off.I couldn't place this nagging sensation that had been haunting me for weeks.A knock at my door interrupted my thoughts."Come in," I called without looking up, my focus still locked on the document before me.The familiar scent of expensive perfume—too strong, too deliberate—filled the room as Ivy entered.I didn't bother giving her more than a passing glance as she approached my desk, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor with calculated precision."Ryan," she purred."Have you seen the latest news? Everyone online is calling me a design genius! My career is finally reaching its peak!"She thrust her phone in front of my face, displaying a social media post that had apparently been shared millions of times.Her eyes shone with expectation, clearly waiting f

Serena's POV"To Serena, our creative genius who's finally back where she belongs!" Maya raised her glass, her eyes sparkling with genuine happiness.Everyone at the table cheered, clinking glasses as we celebrated my return to Dreamland Studio.The small restaurant buzzed with our laughter and excited chatter about upcoming projects.For the first time in months, I felt truly light, surrounded by people who valued me for my talent rather than my last name."You should've seen the clients' faces when they realized you were back," Celeste gushed, her normally reserved demeanor animated by a few glasses of wine."They practically begged for your personal touch on their commissions!"I smiled, warmth spreading through my chest. "I've missed this—missed all of you," I admitted, looking around at my team."These designs have been living in my head for too long. It's time they saw the light of day."The evening continued with food, drinks, and endless discussions about our new collection.By

Author's POV"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Ivy screamed, hurling her tablet across the luxurious penthouse suite. The device crashed against the wall, its screen shattering on impact - much like her reputation was doing online.Just days ago, she'd been the "design genius" everyone talked about. Now? The internet buzzed with nothing but praise for someone called "Lady Lazuli" and her Dreamland jewelry collection.Ivy scrolled frantically through the comments section of the latest design blog, her perfectly manicured nails trembling with rage."Ivy Hart is just another influencer pretending to be a designer. Anyone with eyes can see Lady Lazuli is the real deal!""Comparing Hart Jewelry to Dreamland? Are you kidding me? They're not even in the same league!""Can Hart Jewelry stop trying to ride coattails? We haven't forgotten about the plagiarism scandal! Even Celeste's work was better than Ivy's stolen designs.""Exactly! If she couldn't even compete with Celeste, how dare she compare herse

Serena's POVI jolted awake at the distinct sensation of being watched.There he was—Ryan—looming over my bed, his hand suspended inches from my face."What the hell are you doing?"I hissed, clutching the thin sheet to my chest.He didn't answer.But then I really looked at him—his dilated pupils, the fine sheen of sweat glistening on his bare chest, the unmistakable bulge straining against his boxers.Recognition hit me instantly."Shit," I muttered. "She drugged you."Evelyn's innocent "fertility tonic" suddenly made perfect sense. The old witch hadn't given up on getting her great-grandchildren after all. She'd resorted to pharmaceutical intervention."You need to go back to the study," I said firmly, keeping the sheet between us as a barrier. "Right now, Ryan."Instead of retreating, he sank onto the edge of my bed, his weight creating a dip that rolled me slightly toward him. The proximity sent an unwelcome jolt of awareness through my body."I can't think straight," he admitted,

Ryan's POVI stared at the quarterly reports without really seeing them, my mind replaying this morning's scene with Serena on endless loop.That dismissive tone in her voice when she called last night a "mistake." The way she practically fled from my car. And that goddamn smile when she read that text message."Mr. Blackwood?" Simon's voice broke through my thoughts. "The board members are waiting in the conference room.""Cancel it," I snapped, surprising even myself.Simon blinked. "Sir, this meeting has been scheduled for weeks. The Singapore merger—""I said cancel it." I loosened my tie, suddenly feeling like I couldn't breathe. "Reschedule for tomorrow. Tell them I'm dealing with an urgent personal matter."As Simon retreated, looking concerned, my phone buzzed. A text from a number I recognized immediately, though I'd never saved it to my contacts.From: Ivy HartThought you might want to see this. Your ex-wife moves on quickly, doesn't she?Attached was a photo of Serena sitti