All Chapters of My Ex Husband's Biggest Regret : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"I’ll be in the gallery for three hours, maybe four."Sera didn’t look at me as she adjusted her coat, her eyes already fixed on the historic building across the piazza. She looked different here in Milan. The sharp, defensive edges she wore in New York had softened into something vibrant and certain. This was her city. I was just the man lucky enough to be invited along for the ride."I’ll be at the café on the corner," I said, leaning against the doorway of the hotel. "I have a few fires to put out back home, but I’m not going anywhere."She smiled, a quick, real thing that made my chest tighten. "Good. Don't work too hard, Roman. Act like you're in Italy."She disappeared into her meetings, leaving me to my own devices. I spent the morning at a small outdoor table, my laptop open, and a double espresso cooling beside me. The sounds of Milan swirled around me, the hum of Vespas, the rhythm of Italian, the clink of glass. In New York, I would have been agitated by the delay. Here,

"I am not looking for something flashy."I didn't mean to walk into the shop. I had been pacing the cobblestone streets of Milan, my mind on market projections, and the way Sera looked at breakfast when the window caught my eye. It was an old family establishment tucked away from the main tourist drags. Dark wood and thick glass. I walked past it twice. On the third pass, I stopped. Then, I went in.The jeweller was an older man with silver hair and hands that looked like they had spent a century carving beauty out of raw earth. He didn't rush me. He just waited."I know exactly what she would choose," I said, my voice certain.For the first time in my life, I wasn't buying a symbol of status. I wasn't buying a peace offering. I had been paying attention. I knew she hated heavy, ornate settings. She liked clean lines. She liked the way light moved through a stone when it wasn't crowded. She liked things that were understated but carried a quiet, undeniable power.Just like her."This

​"Ready to go back to the real world?" ​Roman’s voice was low, vibrating through the quiet cabin of the private jet as the Milan skyline disappeared beneath a thick blanket of clouds. I looked at him, leaning back into the buttery leather of the oversized seat. I was exhausted, but it was a good kind of tired. It was the productive, bone-deep ache that came from fighting for something and winning. ​"The real world feels different now," I said, my eyes already feeling heavy. ​"It is different," he replied. He reached over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch was light, lingering just long enough to make my heart skip. ​We settled into the silence of the flight. The hum of the engines was a steady, rhythmic pulse that acted like a lullaby. The ease between us was new, a fragile thing that had grown stronger over the last few days in Italy. We didn't need to talk. We didn't need to strategize or argue. We were just two people who had finally, after a year of wr

"Dante, are you awake?"I didn't wait for him to answer. I didn't even check the time, though the digital clock on the car’s dashboard told me it was well past midnight. We were in separate cars from the airport,a logistical necessity for security, though it felt strange to be apart from Roman even for twenty minutes. I sat in the back of the black SUV, the city lights blurring past the window in neon streaks. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm that hadn't slowed since we left the tarmac.Dante picked up on the first ring. He didn't say hello. He just breathed into the receiver, a heavy, expectant silence that told me he already knew. He could hear the shift in my voice through the phone line."Sera," he said. His voice was low, gravelly with sleep but sharp with focus."He asked.I had to force the words out. They felt heavy and light all at the same time. I looked down at my hand, the diamond catching the passing streetlights. It looked like a beacon in the dark."On the

"I asked her."I didn’t wait for a greeting. My mother didn’t require one, and frankly, I didn't have the patience for pleasantries. I was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, the New York skyline laid out before me like a grid of cold electricity. For the first time in my life, the view didn't make me feel like a king surveying a conquest. It just made me feel like a man who finally had a home to go to. I held the phone tight against my ear, listening to the silence on the other end."And?" Eleanor finally asked. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the sharp edge of anticipation."She said yes."The silence that followed lasted exactly five seconds. I counted them by the beat of my own heart. It was the kind of silence that usually preceded a lecture, but this felt different. It felt like the air was being sucked out of the room. My mother had been the only one who never lied to me about what I was becoming. She had been the one to point out the cracks in my armo