All Chapters of My Ex Husband's Biggest Regret : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Chapter 121: The Public

Sunday morning. His neighbourhood. Coffee.They had been walking for twenty minutes with no particular destination, which was something they had been doing more often, the kind of walking that required nothing except being in motion beside each other. The city was quiet in the way it was quiet on Sunday mornings before noon, the particular ease of a city giving itself permission to be unhurried.She was holding the coffee he had made. He was beside her at the pace she set.There was a photographer.She did not notice him. Roman did not notice him either. He was on the other side of the street, freelance, the kind of person who knew which neighborhoods to be in on Sunday mornings when people in the society pages were most likely to be themselves. He got three shots. Clean ones. Unmistakable.By four that afternoon, Ada had sent the link to Sera's phone.A society page. The photo used was the second of the three: both of them mid-stride, she half-turned toward him, mid-sentence, and he

Chapter 122: What Together Means

Dante brought it to her Monday morning.Not the link, which she had already seen. The implications of the link, which he had been cataloguing since Sunday evening and which he presented with the efficiency of a man who understood that information without interpretation was only half as useful as it could be.He sat across from her desk and laid out the landscape. The photo had been picked up by two other outlets overnight. One had linked to the divorce profile piece from two years ago. There were seventeen comments on the original post, running the predictable range."The press will speculate," Dante said."Let them," Sera said.He looked at her."Your board will ask," he said."Then I'll answer.""What will you say?"She looked at him. "That my personal life is my personal life, and my professional record speaks for itself."She said it the way she said things when she had already decided them. Without the quality of someone working it out while speaking. She had worked it out somewh

Chapter 123: The First Test

The message came on a Wednesday.Roman was at his desk in the new office, working through the afternoon, when the notification appeared in his email. A LinkedIn message. He did not check LinkedIn often.The name was Clara Voss.He recognized it immediately and with the particular clarity of things that were once significant and have become small with time and distance. Clara had been briefly significant before the marriage before Sera, before the company, was what it currently was. Three months. Nothing that had meant what he might have called serious. Nothing that had ended badly.Professional now, she said. She was advising a fund that had a question about a structure he had used in an early Ashford Global deal. Did he have fifteen minutes for a call.He read it twice.He did not respond.He put the phone down and went back to the Garrett briefing and finished it and sent his notes and went to his meeting and came back to his desk at five thirty and looked at the message again.He c

Chapter 124: Don't Waste It

He thought about it all the next day.Not anxiously. Not the old replaying way, running things over to find what he had done wrong. He thought about it the way he thought about things that mattered now: carefully, in the background of the day's work, letting it be present without letting it take over.He was in meetings by nine. He made decisions and read documents fully, and asked questions that were actually questions. All of it is ordinary. Underneath it, the weight of what she had said, steady and present.*Don't waste it.*He thought about the notebook.He thought about the entry he had read on the floor of the bedroom after she had taken everything she was taking. The entry about Isabella's call, which she had not told him about for three days. Three days of carrying it precisely, making breakfast, going to work, managing the private weight of a thing that should have been shared but that she had learned was not something she could bring to him because bringing things to him req

Chapter 125: Sera's Fear

The evening was quiet in a way that had no buffer in it.Rosa had gone home at five. Dante was not coming until tomorrow. The estate was simply itself, old and large and entirely still, and Sera was in the sitting room with the lamp on and no book and no phone and no particular reason to be productive.She had been managing around the fear for weeks.She had been good at it. She had carried it alongside the dinners and the walks and the morning texts and the evening in his apartment with the tea and the wedding photo and the two photos on the shelf. Carrying it under all of it, tucked below the surface of the things she had been learning and building and allowing.She was done managing around it.She sat in the quiet room and looked at it directly.The fear was not that he would not change. She had been watching him change for a year, and she believed it was real. She had read it in the notebook entry she had written in the margin because the previous last entry needed a corrective: *

Chapter 126: What She Tells Him

She had been deciding whether to say it all week.Not whether it was true. The fear was true and she had named it to Louisa and had been living with the naming of it for seven days, carrying it alongside everything else the way she carried most significant things now, present with it, not managing it smaller.The question had been whether to say it to him.She decided yes on a Thursday morning at the kitchen window with her coffee. Because Louisa had asked what she was going to do about it and the answer was not manage it. The answer was to say it. She had spent three years not saying things, and she had promised herself she would not do that again and the promise applied here, especially here, because this was the most important thing.They were at dinner at the restaurant in the hills. She had eaten most of her food. He had been easy and present across the table, and the evening had been the kind they were having regularly now.She put down her fork."I need to tell you something,"

Chapter 127: Showing

He had said: I understand. I'll show you.He had meant it specifically. Not as a general intention toward improvement. As a commitment to the particular, small, ongoing work of demonstrating that he had heard her and was doing something with what he had heard.The Montague Foundation event was on a Thursday evening.She had mentioned it the week before, not as an invitation but as scheduled information. He had asked if he could come. She had said yes, and he had heard, underneath the yes, the specific conditions of it that she had told him directly across the dinner table: she needed to remain visible. This was her event. Her territory.He went as her guest.Not as Roman Ashford with his own professional gravity, which the room would know regardless, but as her guest, which was a different shape to take and which required him to let her be the primary thing in the room she was already the primary thing in.He stood where the shape of the evening required.Not at her shoulder, which wa

Chapter 128: Savio's Concern

Savio called the meeting on a Tuesday morning.It's not a formal meeting. He did not send a calendar invitation or go through Ada or have his own assistant arrange a conference room. He called Sera directly on her personal phone at eight fifteen and said he would like her and Dante to come to the estate for lunch and that he had something he wanted to discuss.That was the specific phrasing. Something he wanted to discuss.Sera had known her father for twenty-six years. She knew what that phrasing meant. She confirmed, told Dante, and was at the estate at twelve thirty.Savio was not alarmed. She could tell this immediately from the quality of his manner when she arrived, which was the careful quality rather than the urgent one. He had set the lunch table in the garden because it was a good day for it, which was the kind of decision a man made when he had something to say but was not in a hurry to say it.They ate first. He asked about the Bellini contract, which had finalized the pre

Chapter 129: Two Months

The two months were, privately, some of the best weeks Roman could remember.He had not expected this. He had expected the waiting to have a quality of restraint to it, of holding himself back from something, the specific tension of a man who was close to something he wanted and could not yet have it fully. He had been wrong about what the waiting would feel like.It felt like nothing he had a name for. Like living a life, he had been circling for years and had finally walked into.No events. There were no press obligations where they had to manage their proximity. There is no question of what the photograph would communicate or what the caption would say. Just his apartment and her estate and Eleanor's on Sundays and the particular ease of two people who had stopped needing anything from each other except the other person's actual presence.He learned her reading habits.She read in sequences: one serious thing, one not serious thing, cycling between them with the precision she broug

Chapter 130: The Cardigan

She noticed it on a Wednesday.She had left the cardigan at his apartment on Tuesday evening, draped over the reading chair when she packed up her laptop, and said goodnight. She had seen it on the way out and had not picked it up.Not because she forgot. She saw it and left it anyway.She thought about this on the drive home. It was a good cardigan. She had not left it because it was expendable. She had left it because leaving it felt right, and she had not interrogated that feeling before acting on it.By Friday, she had brought a different cardigan to his apartment.She packed it in the morning at the estate without thinking about it, took it out when she arrived, and put it on the reading chair next to the first one. It was not until she looked up from her book twenty minutes later and saw both cardigans on the chair that she registered what she had done.She had not retrieved the first one. She had brought a second.The book was next. A novel she had finished and fully intended t

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