All Chapters of My Ex Husband's Biggest Regret : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

200 Chapters

Chapter 141: Montague Business

"The heritage protections aren't a hurdle, Mr. Moretti; they are the foundation of why this building belongs in our portfolio."I leaned forward, my hands flat on the polished mahogany table in the Milanese boardroom. This property was my obsession. For two years, I had lived and breathed the blueprints of this heritage building, designing a Montague cultural foundation that would anchor our brand in the heart of Europe. It was a masterpiece of stone and history, and it was finally moving to the acquisition stage.Opposite me sat the owners of three generations of Italian pride and stubbornness. They didn't just want money; they wanted a guarantee that their family legacy wouldn't be turned into a glass-and-steel monstrosity. I was in my element. I was prepared, authoritative, and more than anything, I was patient. I knew every brick of this place. I knew the zoning laws of Milan better than my own home address.My phone sat face down on the table. Before I had walked into this meetin

Chapter 142: Eleanor's Question

"Are you going to ask her to marry you?"I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth. Sunday dinner at my mother’s house was usually a quiet affair, a rare moment of stillness in a life built on noise and movement. But Eleanor Knight didn't do anything. She did precision. She was honest. And apparently, tonight, she was doing away with the social graces entirely.I looked up from my plate, meeting her sharp, expectant gaze. "Where did that”"I'm sixty-four years old, Roman," she interrupted, cutting through my deflection before I could even formulate it. "I don't have time for a preamble. Life is too short for small talk, and I’ve spent enough of mine watching you circle the drain. So, I’ll ask again. Are you?"I set my fork down, the silver clinking softly against the china. The question wasn't a surprise, not really. It was the same question that had been rattling around in the back of my mind for weeks, a low-frequency hum that grew louder every time Sera smiled or leaned her head against

Chapter 143: What She Carries

"You should sleep, Sera."I didn't answer the voice in my head. I just stayed there, curled into the corner of the oversized armchair in my living room, the city of Milan humming softly outside the windows. The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that usually invited the ghosts of my past to come out and play. But tonight, the air felt different. It didn't feel heavy with things unsaid or regrets I couldn't fix. It just felt like space.The leather-bound notebook was open in my lap. I ran my thumb over the edge of the pages, feeling the slight resistance of the paper. This wasn't the notebook where I vented about Roman. It wasn't the one filled with the jagged, angry scrawls of a woman who felt like she was drowning in her own marriage. This was the other one. The secret one.I turned back to the middle, scanning the entries that had nothing to do with him. There were quotes from poets who understood the grit of survival. There were sketches of architectural details I’d found in

Chapter 144: Just to Hear

"I don't have a reason to call."The sound of Sera’s voice through the speaker made me stop mid-sentence. I was sitting at my desk, and a stack of acquisition reports spread out like a battle map, but the second her name had flashed on the screen, the rest of the world had gone grey. This wasn't a scheduled check-in. It wasn't about the Milan property or a logistical snag in our shared calendar."Okay," I said, leaning back into my leather chair. I let the reports slide from my fingers. My heart gave a heavy, steady thud against my ribs."I just wanted to," she added. Her voice was soft, carrying the slight hum of the Milanese night behind it. There was no urgency in her tone, no sharp edge of a problem that needed my specific brand of fixing."I'm glad you did," I said. I meant it with everything I had.For a man who had spent his entire life being called for his money, his influence, or his ability to destroy an opponent, being called for nothing was everything. It was the simplest

Chapter 145: Priya

"The medication reminder is in."Priya stood in front of my desk, dropping off the Thursday schedule with the same mechanical efficiency she’d displayed for the last six years. She didn't wait for a thank you. She didn't look for praise. She just stood there, her tablet tucked under her arm, her face a mask of professional neutrality. But that sentence carried more weight than any profit margin. She did this every week now, adding that small, vital notification into my calendar without being asked, without a single word of judgment.I looked at the tablet, then backed up at her. Priya had seen me at my absolute peak, and she had seen me rotting from the inside out. She had been the gatekeeper to my chaos."Priya," I said.She paused, her hand already moving to adjust her glasses. "Yes?""Thank you," I told her. I leaned back, letting the weight of the moment settle between us. "For covering for me in the board meeting months ago. And for the other things. I know it wasn't in your job

Chapter 146: The Photograph

"Don't look at the cameras, Roman. Just look at me."I whispered the words as we stepped out of the black sedan and into the blinding flash of the gala. This was the Montague Cultural Foundation’s biggest night of the year, and it was our first official public appearance at a Montague function since everything had changed. The air was crisp, smelling of expensive perfume and the damp stone of the museum steps. I could feel the heat of Roman’s hand at the small of my back, a steady, grounding weight that kept me from floating away into the sea of silk and tuxedos.We weren't the same people who had walked into events three years ago. Back then, every step was a choreographed dance, a performance for the stockholders and the critics who wanted to see if the Knight-Montague alliance was holding. Back then, we were a power couple made of glass, shiny, sharp, and hollow. Tonight, the glass was gone. There was just us.The event was a blur of high ceilings and soft orchestral music. As the

Chapter 147: Roman's Question

"I want to tell Sera something."I didn't wait for a greeting. Dante Montague wasn't the kind of man who cared about small talk, and I wasn't in the mood to give it. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, watching the city lights blink like a thousand judgmental eyes. My chest felt tight, the kind of pressure that usually preceded a hostile takeover, but this wasn't about business. This was about the only thing I had left that mattered."Is that right?" Dante’s voice was like gravel, low and dangerous. He didn't sound surprised. He sounded like a man waiting for the punchline."It’s not a proposal," I said quickly. I needed to be clear about that. "Not yet. It's something before that.""What?"I took a breath. I’d faced down boardrooms full of sharks without breaking a sweat, but my hand was actually damp against the phone."I want to tell her that I want a future with her," I said. The words felt heavy, solid. "Specifically. Permanently. I want to say it out loud to her

Chapter 148: What He Says

"You didn't call."I looked up from the row of white roses I’d been inspecting, the shears heavy in my hand. Roman was standing at the edge of the terrace, the late afternoon sun catching the sharp lines of his suit. He looked out of place against the soft, sprawling green of the Montague estate, yet he was the only thing I could see. My heart gave a sharp, frantic kick against my ribs. He wasn't supposed to be here. Not today. Not without warning.I didn't move. I didn't drop the shears. I just waited. I had spent so much of my life reacting to the men in my world, moving when they told me to move and speaking when they needed a voice. I wasn't doing that anymore. If Roman Knight had something to say, he was going to have to walk the distance to say it.He did. He stepped off the stone path, his leather shoes sinking slightly into the grass. He didn't stop until he was standing directly in front of me, so close I could smell the faint, familiar scent of cedar and expensive Scotch tha

Chapter 149: The Choice

"You’re scrubbing that plate like you’re trying to erase the pattern, Sera."I startled, nearly dropping the heavy ceramic dish into the soapy water. I hadn't even realized I was doing it. The dinner with Roman had ended an hour ago, his departure leaving a lingering hum of electricity in the air that I couldn't quite shake. Now, it was just me and Rosa in the large, warm kitchen of the Montague estate. The smell of garlic and slow-roasted tomatoes still hung in the air, a comfort I’d leaned on since I was a child.I looked at the woman who had raised me, her hands moving with a practised, rhythmic grace as she dried a wine glass. Rosa didn't look at me; she didn't have to. She knew the cadence of my breathing better than I did. She had watched me grow from a stubborn girl into a woman who had been broken and rebuilt more times than I cared to count."You heard," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper over the sound of the running water.Rosa finally looked up, her dark eyes sh

Chapter 150: The Morning After

"I told her."I spoke the words into the quiet of my new apartment, the phone pressed to my ear as the morning light cut sharp, golden lines across the hardwood floor. I sat at the kitchen island, a cup of black coffee steaming in front of me, but I hadn't touched it. My heart was still doing that strange, heavy thud against my ribs, the one it had started the moment I walked into the Montague garden yesterday."And?" Eleanor’s voice was crisp, even through the speaker. She didn't sound surprised. She sounded expectant."She kissed me," I said, and just saying it made the ghost of her lips burn against mine again. "She kissed me and said she knew.""What does that mean, Roman? In Sera-speak?"I leaned back, looking out at the city skyline. For the first time in my life, the view didn't feel like a scoreboard. It just felt like a backdrop."I think it means yes," I told her, my voice low. "I think it means she needed to hear me say it first. No strategy. No leverage. Just the plain, ug

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