Todos los capítulos de My Ex Husband's Biggest Regret : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

"She’s different, Dante. You can see it, can’t you?"Louisa’s voice was a low murmur over the rim of her crystal glass, but I didn't need her to point out the obvious. I’d been watching. I’d been watching for weeks. As her brother, as the man who had seen her at her highest highs and her most devastating lows, I was the resident expert on the state of Sera Reyes.I leaned against the mahogany bar of the gala, my eyes tracking my sister across the crowded ballroom. She wasn't quieter. That was the first thing I noticed. Usually, when a woman like Sera gets back with a man like Roman Knight, the world expects a softening,a retreat into the background. They expect her to become the polished accessory to his empire.But Sera wasn't performing. She wasn't making herself smaller to fit into the gaps of Roman’s life. She was laughing, her head tilted back, her gestures sharp and confident as she held court with three of the city’s toughest developers. She was exactly as formidable as she had

"Tell me you're ready, Sera."Savio’s voice was like gravel over the line, cutting through the silence of my office. He didn’t do small talk, and he didn't offer empty platitudes. He was the strategist, the man who saw three moves ahead of everyone else, and he knew that what I was about to do was more than just a social appearance. It was a declaration of war on the old version of my life. It was a total surrender to a new one."I'm ready," I said, leaning back in my chair. My voice didn't shake. My pulse was a steady, rhythmic thrum in my neck."Then go be seen," Savio replied, and I could hear the ghost of a smile in his tone. "And be exactly who you are while they're looking. Don't give them a performance. Give them the truth. It’s much harder for them to dismantle."I hung up, feeling the weight of his words settle into my bones. For years, I had been a master of the performance. I knew how to tilt my head to catch the light, how to smile just enough to seem approachable but not

"The headlines are exactly what we expected, Roman. They’ve picked up every single photo from the gallery."Priya stood in the doorway of my office, her tablet gripped tight in her hand. I didn't need to look at the screen to know what she was seeing. I had already scrolled through the digital wreckage before my first cup of coffee was cold. The coverage was massive. It was everywhere. My name and Sera’s name were linked in every lead paragraph, plastered over high-resolution shots of us standing together in front of that blue painting. The speculation was a wildfire. Every outlet was calling it a reconciliation.I sat back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight. I felt strangely detached from the noise. For years, my life had been governed by the rhythm of the press. I had lived and died by the public’s perception. But today, the world’s opinion felt like distant static. I was choosing not to be governed by it. I had made my choice in that gallery, and the aftermath was ju

"It’s just a dinner, Roman. Stop adjusting your tie like you’re preparing for a deposition."I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror, my fingers lingering on the silk knot. Sera stood behind me, her eyes tracking my movements with a mix of amusement and something softer. I wasn't just adjusting a tie. I was preparing to step into a den of lions that didn't share my last name. Louisa Reyes calling something "a dinner" was like a hurricane calling itself a breeze. There were twelve people on the guest list. All Montague family and associates. All people who had seen me fail her the first time."I know what a Montague dinner is, Sera," I said, finally dropping my hands. "It’s a tribunal with better wine.""You're not wrong," she admitted, walking over to smooth the lapels of my jacket. "But you’re here. That’s half the battle won already."I hadn't brought anything to the house without asking her first. I didn't want to make a mistake with a bottle of wine that carried the wrong hi

"We had an argument."I leaned against the cool glass of my office window, the phone pressed to my ear. The city lights below were just a blur of gold and white, but my focus was inward, pinned on the conversation that had ended an hour ago. For a man who dealt in hostile takeovers and high-stakes litigation, admitting to a domestic disagreement should have felt like a failure. It didn't. It felt like progress."How bad?" Felix’s voice was sharp with immediate concern. He knew the history. He knew how Sera and I used to burn bridges instead of building them. He was likely waiting for me to tell him the locks were being changed or that the lawyers were back on speed dial."Not bad," I said, my voice low. "Real.""Difference?" Felix asked. I could hear him shifting on the other end, probably pouring a drink."She was right," I said. It was easier to say the second time. Admitting I was wrong hadn't killed me. It hadn't even bruised my ego. "I said so. I told her I missed the overlap on