All Chapters of CEO's Regret After I Divorced: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Serena's POVMy stomach was in knots as our plane descended toward London. This wasn't just any trip back to England—this was potentially life-changing. I kept my gaze fixed on the clouds outside the window, trying to calm my racing thoughts.What if I see them and remember everything at once? What if I don't remember anything at all? Which would be worse?The questions swirled in my head like a tornado. Ryan's hand covered mine, his thumb making gentle circles against my skin."You're trembling," he whispered, leaning close."Just nervous," I admitted, turning to face him. "What if they expect someone different? What if I'm not the Serena they remember?"Ryan's eyes softened. "They'll love you for who you are now. And if they don't..." He squeezed my hand. "Then they don't deserve you."Ethan had been on his phone since we landed, coordinating with his—our—sisters. Just thinking the word "sisters" sent another wave of anxiety through me. I'd gone from being alone in the world to sudde

Serena’s POVI sat alone in the unfamiliar bedroom, everything around me feeling both strange and familiar at once. That helpless sensation of lost memories washed over me again, darkening my mood as I settled by the window.My fingers traced over the books arranged on the desk—mostly design references and textbooks. So my design talent I'd always been proud of wasn't just innate gift but years of dedicated study. Curious, I pulled out a portfolio and flipped it open, surprised to discover my own work inside.Each piece was meticulously signed and dated in the bottom right corner. Even as a teenager, I'd created impressive designs. "Damn, past Serena really knew her stuff," I muttered, feeling my spirits lift as I examined each piece one by one.I lost track of time until my phone buzzed with a message from Ryan: [How does it feel to be home?]I smiled and quickly typed back: [Not bad.][Are you at the hotel?] I asked, feeling a twinge of guilt that my family had practically chased him

I woke up with fragments of memory still swirling in my head. The flashes of that yacht party, the champagne, the cold water... they felt distant yet painfully real. My hand automatically went to my stomach, a protective gesture that was becoming instinctive."You want to talk about what you remembered?" Hazel asked softly, noticing my faraway look."I fell overboard that night," I murmured, stirring the remaining soup absentmindedly. "Someone pushed me. I'm certain of it."Hazel's eyes widened, her hand trembling as she set down her spoon. "Pushed? Are you saying someone deliberately—""I can't be sure," I interrupted, not wanting to upset her further. "Everything's still so fuzzy. Maybe I just lost my balance."But deep down, I felt it. That sudden force against my back hadn't been my imagination. Someone had wanted me gone that night.The sound of my phone ringing broke the tense moment. Ryan's name flashed across the screen."I should take this," I said, excusing myself from the ta

Ryan’s POVI felt it before she fell. Her face suddenly went pale, and I saw her eyes losing focus as she started to sway. Without hesitation, I lunged forward and caught Serena just as her legs gave out."Serena? Serena?" I called her name twice, my voice steady despite the panic rising in my chest. There was no response, her body completely limp in my arms.Eleanor's composure instantly crumbled. "What do we do? Was it too much shopping? Is she okay?" Her voice pitched higher with each question.Thankfully, Zoe remained calm, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Don't panic. Let's get her to the nearest hospital."I nodded once, already shifting Serena into a proper carrying position. I lifted her against my chest, one arm supporting her back, the other under her knees. Her head rested against my shoulder, her breathing shallow but present."I've got her," I said, already moving toward the exit. "Call ahead to the hospital. Tell them we're coming."The boutique staff scrambled to c

Ethan’s POVI stared at my phone in disbelief after Maya hung up on me. Well, that went spectacularly bad. I'd been so busy calculating how to get her to London that I'd completely forgotten she might react to being kept in the dark about Serena's entire identity."Shit," I muttered, running a hand through my hair.A soft snicker came from behind me. I whipped around to find Zoe leaning against the doorframe, watching me with that insufferable know-it-all smirk she's perfected since childhood."How long have you been standing there?" I demanded.Zoe raised her mug of tea, steam still curling from the surface. "Long enough to witness the magnificent crash and burn of whatever that was." She sauntered over and dropped onto the couch beside me. "So that's the infamous Maya Carter?"I groaned. "Was I that obvious?""Please." She rolled her eyes. "You've mentioned her name approximately forty-seven times since you got here. And you just had that pathetic puppy dog look on your face while sh