All Chapters of CEO's Regret After I Divorced: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Ryan’s POVI stood outside Lucian's office, gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. The news about the bodyguards had sent ice through my veins."Severe injuries but stable condition," Simon reported through the phone. "Both will survive, sir.""What about the cause?" I demanded."Still investigating, but we've retrieved the collision footage. It doesn't look accidental, sir. The timing was too precise, the angle of impact calculated."I let out a cold laugh. "Of course it wasn't. Find out who's behind this. I want names, evidence, everything.""Yes, Mr. Blackwood."When I hung up, Serena was staring at me with wide, questioning eyes. The worry in them made my chest tighten."What happened?" she asked softly.I took a deep breath before answering. "The car you came in was involved in an accident."Her face drained of color instantly. "How bad is it?""The bodyguards have been taken to the hospital. They'll live, but they're not in good shape." I reached out to touch her

Ryan's POVMy world collapsed with a single phone call."Mr. Blackwood, there's been an accident at the estate. Your wife has fallen down the stairs. She's bleeding heavily..." Simon's usually composed voice cracked with urgency.I felt the blood drain from my face. The boardroom full of executives faded into a blur around me."Where is she now?" I demanded, already on my feet, knocking over my chair with a crash that silenced the room."They're rushing her to Metropolitan General. Maya is with her in the ambulance."I didn't bother ending the call properly, just shoved my phone into my pocket and stormed toward the door. "Meeting adjourned," I barked over my shoulder, ignoring the startled faces of my executive team.The twenty-minute drive to the hospital was the longest of my life. Every red light was an eternity. Every slow driver, a personal affront. I cursed and pounded the steering wheel, desperate prayers tumbling from my lips—prayers I hadn't uttered since I was a child."Plea

Kane’s POVAmsterdam's luxury hotel suite stretched before us—all marble, gold fixtures, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking canal waters that glittered in the afternoon sun."To the fall of the mighty Ryan Blackwood," I declared, clinking my glass against Tiffany's."And to his precious little wife," Tiffany added with a vicious glint in her eye. "Tumbling down those stairs like the pathetic nobody she truly is."We drank deeply, the expensive champagne sliding down my throat with all the sweetness of revenge. Ryan... oh, the thought of my almighty nephew breaking down was absolutely delicious."You're certain your family's connections here are solid?" I asked Tiffany. It wasn't the first time I'd sought this reassurance. "Ryan has resources. If he suspects—""Relax, darling," Tiffany purred, sliding her manicured hand up my arm. "The Vergara name carries more weight in Amsterdam than Blackwood ever will. My father's shipping empire has greased every important palm in this city f

Author’s POVAccording to Serena, Olivia currently worked as a department manager at an international design company, had spent several years abroad, and had only recently relocated to New York.While everything sounded normal enough, Eleanor couldn't forget Zoe's warning. She made a mental note to observe Olivia carefully that evening. If this woman had any ulterior motives toward her sister, Eleanor intended to nip it in the bud.Keeping these thoughts to herself, Eleanor returned to her work without further comment.As dinner time approached, Olivia's sleek car appeared near the Blackwood estate. Instead of driving directly to the entrance, she parked around the corner and began meticulously touching up her makeup. She spritzed herself with expensive new perfume, all while keeping a watchful eye on the surrounding area as though waiting for something—or someone.After fifteen minutes, her eyes lit up. She quickly started her engine and drove to the Blackwood's front entrance just as

Ryan’s POVI didn't exactly plan on working late that day. The evening was calling, and all I could think about was getting home to Serena and our little Vivian. My daughter was barely a month old, but already she'd become the center of my universe—something I never would have anticipated before she arrived.Simon knocked on my door just as I was shutting down my laptop."Mr. Blackwood, there's a Miss Wilson in the meeting room. Says she's a friend of Mrs. Blackwood's. Something about a project she insists needs your personal attention."I frowned immediately. "Which company?""SW Design."The name meant nothing significant—certainly not a company that warranted my direct involvement. But the moment Simon mentioned the surname, I knew exactly who our visitor was. Olivia Wilson. Serena's so-called friend who'd been hovering around our home lately.I hesitated. My schedule was clear for the rest of the evening, and something about this woman didn't sit right with me. Perhaps it was worth