All Chapters of My Ex Husband's Biggest Regret : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"How do we tell them?"I didn't even take off my coat when I walked into Roman’s apartment. I was still in the wool wrap from the airport, the fabric carrying the faint scent of jet fuel and the perfume I’d sprayed in Milan. Roman was standing by the kitchen island, a half-empty espresso cup in his hand. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink, but his eyes were bright and fixed entirely on me. He looked like a man who had spent the night marvelling at the fact that his world hadn't ended."Your call," he said, setting the cup down. He didn't move toward me yet. He just watched me, giving me the space I needed. "Whatever you want, Sera. We can hire a skywriter or keep it between us forever.""Our call," I corrected, finally slipping the coat from my shoulders. I draped it over the back of a chair. "We’re doing this together. No more unilateral decisions."He smiled, a slow, genuine tilt of his lips. "You choose the method. I'll agree to anything that makes you comfortable.""A statement

"To Roman Ashford, who finally figured out what was important."Felix stood in the center of his study, the silhouette of his tall frame framed by rows of leather-bound books that smelled of old paper and expensive tobacco. He held a crystal tumbler filled with a whiskey that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent. The amber liquid caught the light of the fireplace, glowing like a small, captured star. There were only six of us in the room, six people who had actually stood by me when the headlines were ugly and the stock prices were plummeting. Felix didn't do grand gestures for the public; he did them for the people who mattered."It only took him four years and one very patient woman," Felix added, a wicked glint in his eye.The room erupted in laughter. I felt the heat crawl up my neck, a rare flush of genuine embarrassment mixed with a strange sense of relief. In this room, I wasn't the shark. I wasn't the billionaire legacy. I was just a man who had spent a lot of ti

"I don't want a large wedding."I leaned back against the plush velvet of Roman’s sofa, the Sunday morning sun cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his apartment. The light caught the steam rising from my tea, swirling in golden patterns. It was quiet, the kind of silence that usually preceded a storm in our world, but today, it just felt like peace. I watched Roman across from me. He was dressed down in a soft cashmere sweater, his dark hair still slightly messy from sleep. He looked less like a titan of industry and more like the man who had spent the last hour reading the Sunday papers with his feet tucked near mine."Neither do I," he said. He didn't even hesitate. He didn't check a calendar or mention the potential fallout from the socialites who expected the event of the decade. He just looked at me, his dark eyes steady and certain."I want the people who were there through the difficult things," I said, my thumb tracing the rim of my porcelain cup. "The people wh

Chapter 168: The Notebook, One Last Entry"You’re still awake."I didn't need to look up to know it was my own reflection mocking me in the vanity mirror of my old room at the estate. The house was wrapped in that heavy, expensive stillness that usually made my skin crawl, but tonight, it felt like a cocoon. Tomorrow was the wedding. A real wedding. A choice made with my eyes wide open. But before I could walk toward that altar, I had one final debt to pay to the woman I used to be.The leather-bound notebook sat on the mahogany desk, looking smaller and more fragile than I remembered. It was the ledger of my survival, the only thing that had kept me sane when the world was closing in. I pulled the chair out and sat down, the wood creaking softly under my weight. My fingers trembled as I touched the cover. This book held the secrets I couldn't tell Roman and the fears I couldn't even show Dante.I opened it to the first page.The ink was crisp, the handwriting tight and controlled.

"You’re shaking, Serafina."I looked up at Savio, my breath hitching as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. We were standing at the edge of the Montague estate garden, the air thick with the scent of the extraordinary flowers Louisa had spent weeks obsessing over. They were sprawling, wild arrangements of white jasmine and deep, blood-red roses that shouldn't have worked together but somehow did. They looked like a beautiful, chaotic promise, much like the life I was about to step into."I'm not shaking because I'm afraid, Savio," I whispered, clutching my small bouquet until my knuckles turned white. "I'm shaking because for the first time in my life, I know exactly what I’m doing."He smiled, a rare, soft expression that actually reached his eyes. "Good. Because he’s already waiting. And he looks like a man who would burn this garden down if you didn't show up."I stepped out onto the grass, the hem of my silk dress brushing against the blades. The garden was intimate,