All Chapters of My Ex Husband's Biggest Regret : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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Chapter 181: The Anniversary

"What do you want to do for our anniversary?"I looked up from my laptop, catching Sera as she walked through the living room. We were two weeks out from the date. A year. It felt like a lifetime had passed since we stood in that cold, hollow cathedral for a wedding that was nothing more than a merger. That anniversary belonged to the ghosts of who we used to be. This one was ours. This was for the thing we had built with our own hands.Sera paused, leaning against the doorframe. She didn't have to think about it for long. "Something we haven't done before.""What?" I asked, closing the screen. "Give me a category. Travel? A specific city? A private event?"She shook her head, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "You choose."I blinked. In our world, control was the only currency that mattered. We didn't just give it away. "You're allowing me to choose?""I'm allowing you to choose, and I trust your choice," she said. Her voice was steady, devoid of the sharp edges that used t

Chapter 182: Priya's Promotion

"Sit down, Priya. We need to talk about the future of your department."I didn’t look up from the tablet in front of me until I heard the chair scrape against the floor. I had been staring at our internal team structure for the last hour, but I wasn't really reading names. I was looking at gaps. For two years, there had been a massive hole in our leadership, and for two years, one person had been filling it without the title, the pay, or the recognition. It was a debt I hadn’t even realized I owed until the fog of my own arrogance finally cleared.Priya sat across from me, her expression a perfect mask of professional readiness. She didn't look nervous. She shouldn't be. She’d been operating at an executive level since before the merger was even a reality. I saw it clearly now. Every crisis she’d diverted, every project she’d pushed through while I was busy fighting wars in the shadows. She had been the engine running in the background while I took all the credit for the speed."Is t

Chapter 183: Savio's Health

"Sera, don't scream, but your father is at the hospital."The world didn’t stop, but it tilted just enough to make me lose my footing. Rosa’s voice was too controlled, that razor-thin edge of calm that signalled a looming disaster. I didn’t ask for details. I didn't ask which wing. I was already moving toward the door, my car keys digging into my palm. Savio Montague was a force of nature, a man made of iron and cold ambition. He wasn't supposed to be breakable."What happened?" I asked, my voice sounding like it was coming from miles away."He collapsed. Just for a minute," Rosa said, her breath hitching. "It is not his heart, Sera. The doctors say it is a blood pressure situation. Manageable. He is being managed right now. He is fine, I promise you."I didn't believe her. I couldn't. I was in my car and halfway to the Montague estate before the call ended. Manageable was a word for spreadsheets and hostile takeovers. It wasn't a word for my father’s life.I was at the estate within

Chapter 184: He Was There

"You're actually here."I didn’t look up as Roman stepped into the room. I didn’t have to. I knew the weight of his presence, the way the air seemed to settle and solidify the moment he crossed the threshold. I was sitting in the same hard-backed chair by my father’s bed, my hand still resting near Savio’s, a silent vigil I hadn’t known how to break. Roman didn’t say a word. He didn't offer a platitude or a scripted apology for the intrusion. He just sat down in the chair beside me, his thigh brushing against mine, and stayed quiet. For the first few minutes, the only sound was the rhythmic, shallow breathing of the man who had built my world and was now, for the first time, looking fragile within it.Savio shifted, his eyelids fluttering open. He looked at me first, his sharp gaze clouded with the haze of medication and exhaustion, and then his eyes drifted to the man sitting at my side. He didn't look surprised. He just looked tired."You came," my father rasped, his voice a ghost

Chapter 185: Savio Recovers

"You’re here again."The voice was stronger today, but the sharp edges of Savio’s usual irritation were missing. I didn't look up from the tablet in my hand. I just nodded and took my usual seat by the window of his recovery suite. It had been seven days since the collapse. Seven days of me walking through the gates of the Montague estate every morning at eight. I didn't do it because Sera asked me to. Honestly, half the time she was already in meetings by the time I arrived. I came because I wanted to. For the first time in my life, I wasn't performing for an audience or trying to close a deal. I was just showing up for a man who had become a pillar of my world."The market opened at a loss for the tech sector," I said, skipping the small talk. Savio hated being asked how he felt. He felt like a lion in a cage, and we both knew it."I saw," he grunted, shifting against the pillows. "The Ashford merger is stabilizing the volatility. You handled the press release well."We talked bus

Chapter 186: The Ledger

"I showed Roman the ledger."The silver spoon in my hand hit the porcelain saucer with a sharp *clink*. I looked up, my breakfast suddenly forgotten. My father sat across from me, his face having regained its healthy colour, looking every bit the patriarch again. He was sipping his espresso as if he hadn't just dropped a nuclear bomb in the middle of our morning. The Montague family ledger wasn't just a book. It was our soul. It was the private record of every victory, every debt, and every person who truly belonged to us. It was never shown to outsiders. Never."You what?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."I showed him the ledger," Savio repeated. He didn't look up. He didn't have to. He knew exactly what that sentence did to me. "The entry about you and him. I let him read it."I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. My father was a man of cold logic and colder secrets. He didn't do things on a whim. This was a move I hadn't seen coming, a level of vulnerability tha

Chapter 187: Isabella's Letter

"Is there a problem with the mail, Seraphina?"I didn’t answer my father immediately. I just stared at the cream-colored envelope resting on the marble countertop. The postmark was from a city hundreds of miles away, a place where the air was thinner, and names meant nothing. The handwriting was unmistakable. It was elegant, slanted, and belonged to a woman I had once trusted with my life and then watched burn it to the ground. Isabella. I hadn't heard from her since the fallout with Aldric, and I hadn't expected to. In my world, when you betrayed a Montague, you didn't send letters. You stayed gone."No problem, Papa," I said, my voice steady as I slipped the envelope into my bag. "Just a bill I forgot to pay."He didn't believe me. He never did, but he let it go. I waited until I was back in my own wing of the estate until the door was locked and the silence was absolute before I opened it. My hands didn't shake. I was past shaking over Isabella. I was just tired. The paper felt hea

Chapter 188: What Roman Doesn't know

"You’re staring again."Sera didn’t look up from her tablet, but I could see the slight curve of her lips. I leaned back against the headboard, watching the way the morning light caught the sharp lines of her profile. She was right. I was staring. I’d been doing a lot of that lately, mostly because the woman sitting next to me was vibrating on a frequency I couldn't quite name. Something had changed three days ago. It wasn't a bad change. It wasn't the jagged, frantic energy that usually meant a Montague storm was brewing. It was quieter. More internal. Like she was holding a secret that didn't weigh anything.I noticed. Of course I noticed. I knew the way she breathed when she was stressed and the way her eyes narrowed when she was plotting a corporate takeover. This was neither. I said nothing. A year ago, I would have pushed. I would have demanded access to whatever was running through her head, convinced that if I didn't know everything, I couldn't protect her. I would have mist

Chapter 189: The New Threat

"Vargas is making a move."Roman didn’t even look up from the folder he’d just dropped onto the kitchen table. I was halfway through a glass of wine, the pasta I’d made cooling between us, but the domesticity of the evening evaporated the second he spoke. I pulled the documents toward me, scanning the lines of fine print. It wasn't a full-scale assault. It wasn't Aldric coming back from the dead to burn our world down. This was smaller, a tactical nibble at an Ashford logistics subsidiary that happened to handle the primary shipping for the Montague vineyard expansion. It was a nuisance move, a test of our new, combined perimeter. Vargas was a bottom-feeder, but even a bottom-feeder can cause a mess if you let him get comfortable."He thinks he’s clever," I muttered, flipping to the third page. "He’s targeting the fuel contracts. If he squeezes there, Ashford’s margins drop four percent, but my father’s shipping lanes get backed up for weeks. It’s a double hit."Roman pulled out a ch

Chapter 190: Eleanor's Garden

"He’s not here."Eleanor didn’t even look surprised when she opened the front door. She stood there with a pair of gardening shears in one hand and a smudge of dirt on her cheek, looking more like a woman who enjoyed her life than a woman who had raised a billionaire. It was Sunday afternoon, the kind of day that usually belonged to families and quiet rituals. Roman was tied up in a cross-continental conference call that he couldn’t dodge, but I’d found myself driving toward Eleanor’s anyway. I didn't need an escort to see her anymore."I know," I said, leaning against the doorframe. "I didn't come for him."Eleanor’s lips quivered into a soft, knowing smile. She stepped back, gesturing for me to enter. "Good. Come in. I was just heading out back."I followed her through the house, past the expensive art and the silent hallways, and out into the garden. It was nothing like the Montague estate. My family’s gardens were a masterpiece of precision, every hedge trimmed to the millimeter

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