All Chapters of CEO's Regret After I Divorced: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Serena's POVThe storm woke me at dawn, slamming into the windows like nature had declared personal war on London. Rain lashed the glass in furious sheets while wind howled through the streets below, making our penthouse feel like a ship in a hurricane.My bare feet hit the cold hardwood just as Rancy's terrified wail pierced through the thunder."Mommy, I'm scared!"I was across the hall in seconds, scooping my trembling daughter into my arms. Her small body shook against mine, hot tears soaking into my pajama shirt."Shhh, baby. It's just noise. Mommy's right here," I whispered, stroking her silky hair. "The storm can't hurt us inside."As her breathing gradually steadied, my mind was already spinning through today's impossible to-do list. The Fashion Week sketches needed final approval, three prototypes required last-minute adjustments, and working from home would slow everything to a crawl. Plus, home meant security risks—fashion spies, leaked designs, corporate espionage disguised

Author's POVThe Elegant Realm studio buzzed with deceptively normal activity the morning after the hurricane. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating workstations where designers bent over sketches and fabric samples. But beneath the surface productivity, tension crackled like electricity in the air.Vivi had called an emergency meeting at precisely 9 AM, her face a mask of barely controlled fury as she surveyed the conference room. Twenty-three employees filed in with varying degrees of anxiety, none quite sure what they were walking into but all sensing the gravity of the situation.Claire entered last, her usual nervous energy amplified tenfold. She clutched a coffee cup like a lifeline, her eyes darting around the room before settling on her hands."Sit," Vivi commanded, not bothering with pleasantries.The silence that followed was suffocating. Through the glass walls, other employees pretended to work while straining to catch glimpses of the unfoldin

Claire's POVI flopped down at my desk, feeling Vivi's ice-cold glare boring into me. A chill ran down my spine as I realized I'd completely burned that bridge. Working under her supervision from now on was going to be pure torture.I lowered my head and pursed my lips. God, I just needed Fashion Week to end quickly so I could take that supervisor position at ART. Once I had that promotion and salary bump, nobody would dare mess with me again.The thought made everything I was doing seem worth it.After I'd been sitting there for just a few minutes, Vivi strode over and literally threw a folder onto my desk."Due this afternoon," she snapped. "Important client. Do it properly!"I bit my lip, fighting the urge to snap back. I knew she'd make my life difficult, but the desire to rebel was overwhelming."What are you staring at? This is your job!" she barked."Get to it. And after this one, there are several more orders waiting for your revisions!"Vivi let out a cold snort as she returne

Serena's POVI couldn't help but smile when the news arrived: ART Design Company had been formally disqualified from Fashion Week. The outcome, while satisfying, didn't surprise me in the least."What's got you looking so pleased?" Sally asked, breezing into my office with an elegant gift box in hand.I showed her the official notification. She clapped her hands together in immediate delight."Finally! Serves Sophie right!" she exclaimed, her satisfaction evident. "Let her steal our sketches—now she can't even participate. ART's reputation is in tatters.""A fitting consequence for playing with fire," I remarked, a wave of quiet contentment settling over me. "Did she truly believe we'd be such easy targets?"After sharing a moment of vindication, Sally turned to the box. She opened it to reveal an array of jewelry and diamonds, each piece gleaming under the office lights.She smiled. "The quality is exceptional."I gave them a cursory examination and nodded. "They're beautiful. But for

Author's POVThe stage lights shimmered across Serena's triumphant smile as she basked in the audience's rapturous reaction to her jewelry collection. The excited whispers humming through the crowd were everything she'd dreamed of. With a satisfied gleam in her eyes, she took the microphone."his series draws its inspiration from London's recent typhoon," she announced, gesturing elegantly toward the model who wore the showcase piece. "And this final masterpiece is called Eye of the Storm."As Serena spoke with passion about her designs, the crowd's attention locked onto her completely. Every gasp and murmur confirmed the obvious: Elegant Realm's presentation had exceeded all expectations. Cameras flashed, lenses focusing on Serena, on her partner Aifei, and on the stunning necklace resting against the model's neck.Meanwhile, across the city, Sophie's face contorted with rage as she watched the livestream. Seeing Serena command the spotlight was a visceral blow."It's time," she snapp