บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Regret After I Divorced: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Serena's POVI woke up with a delicious ache spreading through every muscle in my body. Sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains as I stretched carefully, wincing at the pleasant soreness."Morning, beautiful," Ryan murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking unfairly gorgeous with his tousled hair and sleepy eyes."Morning," I replied, unable to suppress my smile. "I think you broke me."His lips curved into that smug smile I both loved and hated. "Complaints?""Not a single one." I leaned over to kiss him, but before things could escalate again, my phone started buzzing frantically on the nightstand.Maya's name flashed across the screen. I groaned but reached for it anyway."Your timing is terrible," I answered without preamble."SERENA!" Maya's voice practically exploded through the speaker, so loud that Ryan raised an eyebrow beside me. "I need you NOW. Wedding dress shopping. This is NOT a drill!"I sat up, clutching the sheet

Serena’s POVI couldn't tell how long I'd been out when consciousness started seeping back into my body. First came the sounds—beeping machines, hushed voices, someone crying softly. Then the sensation—a dull throbbing in my side and a sharper pain at the back of my head. The antiseptic smell hit me next, that unmistakable hospital scent.My eyelids felt impossibly heavy as I struggled to open them. The fluorescent lights above were blinding, making me wince."She's waking up!" Someone gasped—Maya's voice, thick with tears.I blinked several times, the room slowly coming into focus. My hospital bed was surrounded by people—Maya still in her wedding dress though it was wrinkled now, mascara streaking her cheeks; Ethan beside her looking shell-shocked; my brother Ethan Quinn hovering anxiously at the foot of the bed; and Ryan...Ryan was right next to me, clutching my hand like it was his lifeline. His knuckles were white, face ashen, hair disheveled like he'd been running his fingers th

Serena's POVI stepped off the private jet into the familiar New York air, Ryan's hand steady at the small of my back."How's the side feeling?" Ryan murmured as we walked toward the waiting car, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of discomfort."Much better," I assured him, though I still felt a slight twinge when I moved too quickly. "The flight didn't bother me at all."The city skyline welcomed us back as we drove through Manhattan. I leaned against Ryan's shoulder, watching the familiar buildings pass by.I'd handed off the Dreamland Studio and Quinn family merger to Maya and Zara Percy, giving myself permission to take a much-needed break. Between nearly dying and reconnecting with my long-lost family, I figured I'd earned some time to focus on what mattered most—my husband and our daughter.The moment we stepped into the penthouse, I heard her—Vivian's adorable babbling coming from the nursery. My heart soared."Someone sounds happy," Ryan smiled, setting down our bags.I pr

Serena's POVThe Original Blackwood Flagship Store.The building before us was understated elegance personified - smooth stone façade in cool gray tones, discreet gold lettering. No flashing lights, no gaudy signage - just quiet, confident luxury."This is... different," I remarked as Ryan helped me from the car."That's the point," he replied, his hand settling naturally at the small of my back. "Vegas is a city of spectacle. We wanted to be the complete opposite - the place where real money comes to actually relax."I had to admit, the contrast worked brilliantly. While neighboring establishments competed to be the loudest and brightest, the Blackwood store commanded attention precisely because it didn't beg for it.As we approached, I noticed several staff members assembling near the entrance, straightening already perfect clothing. The doors opened before we reached them."Mr. Blackwood," a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair stepped forward, extending his hand. "We weren't expectin

Serena's POVMorning hit Las Vegas with a golden flood of sunlight, pouring through our floor-to-ceiling windows. I stretched lazily in bed, watching Ryan already dressed in a crisp navy suit, typing something on his phone."Good morning, workaholic," I teased, pulling the sheets up to cover myself.Ryan looked up, his eyes softening as they landed on me. "Good morning, beautiful." He set his phone down and sat on the edge of the bed. "The jewelry expo opens in an hour. Ready to see some spectacular pieces?"I practically bounced out of bed. "Are you kidding? I've been looking forward to this more than anything."Ryan chuckled, clearly amused by my enthusiasm. "It's just stones and metal to most people.""Just stones and metal?" I gasped in mock horror. "That's like saying the Sistine Chapel is just paint on a ceiling."An hour later, we were walking through the exhibition hall of the International Luxury Jewelry Expo. The space was massive, filled with displays that sparkled and glitt