All Chapters of My Ex Husband's Biggest Regret : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

89 Chapters

Chapter 71: Savio's Move

Savio brought it up over lunch on a Wednesday.Not at the estate. At the small restaurant near Montague Industries, where he had been eating since before Sera was born, the corner table, the owner who knew his order and didn't hover. Sera had lunch here with him four or five times a year for the kind of conversation that went better outside any building, either of them owned.She had thought today was just lunch.They were halfway through the meal when Savio put down his fork and said: "There are two remaining threads on the Aldric legal closure."She looked at him. She kept eating."I'm aware," she said. "Pryce is handling our end.""He is. The issue is that both threads require coordinated resolution between Montague counsel and Ashford counsel." He picked up his water. "The documentation affects both families' legal positions. Submitting independently creates a risk of inconsistency that could reopen exposure on both sides." He set the glass down. "The simplest path is a joint meet

Chapter 72: The Joint Meeting

The conference room was neutral ground by design.Not Montague Industries. Not Ashford Global. A legal firm both families had used separately over the years, a conference room on the nineteenth floor with a long table and good light and the specific impersonal quality of spaces that belonged to no one. Pryce and Garrett had arranged the seating without being asked, which told Sera that both of them understood exactly what kind of meeting this was and had made practical decisions accordingly.Montague counsel on one side. Ashford counsel on the other. Dante is near the window at the far end. Lars near the door at the near end. Roman and Sera at opposite ends of the table, which was the professional arrangement and also the only one that would have allowed anyone in the room to breathe normally.Sera arrived first. Roman arrived ninety seconds later. They acknowledged each other with a nod across the length of the table. Professional. Clean. The room registered it and moved on.Pryce op

Chapter 73: So Do You

Dante didn't speak.He pulled into city traffic from the legal firm's building, and he drove, and he said nothing, which was the most useful thing he could have done. Sera sat in the back seat with her folder in her lap and the city moving past the windows and three words sitting in the middle of her attention.*So do you.*She had not planned to say it.He had said you look well, quietly, across the conference table in the thirty seconds after the lawyers had found reasons to drift toward the door. The room emptying without quite emptying. Roman still at his end, she at hers, both of them gathering papers. He had said it in the voice of someone, meaning a simple thing and not making it complicated.And she had looked up and the beat had passed and she had said so do you and picked up her folder and left.She replayed it now. The way you replayed something that had arrived faster than your preparation for it.He did look well. That was the factual thing, the first thing. He looked dif

Chapter 74: The Letter

He rewrote it once. Not because the first version was wrong. Because the first version had been written the night after Dante told him about the deleted email, and some of what he had written then had been replaced by things he understood more clearly now. He took it out of the desk drawer on a Thursday evening and read it from beginning to end and then set it aside and started again. He wrote it in one hour. He had learned that too many drafts produced something managed, and managed was the wrong thing to send. He used the pen that had become the one he used for things that mattered. He did not write long. He started with the notebook. He wrote that he had found it in her nightstand after she left, that he had read it, that he understood now that each entry was a record of a woman making room for a man who was not paying enough attention to know he needed room made. He wrote about tomorrow I leave and the line after it, the one about hoping he found someone who made him want to l

Chapter 75: The Letter (Sera's Side)

The office was empty.Evening light at a low angle through the windows. Desk lamp on. The city outside is doing its quiet thing. She had the envelope open and the letter in her hands, one page, his handwriting, and she read it first the way she read everything the first time, quickly, for structure, establishing the shape before she went back to read it properly.She went back and read it properly.He started with the notebook.She held still with that for a moment before she continued. She had known somewhere in the back of her understanding that he had found it and read it. There had been a line months ago, routed through Dante, the phrasing of which had matched something specific from an entry she had written at two in the morning, and she had filed the knowledge and not examined it because examining it would have required her to decide what it meant.He had read the notebook.All of it. She could tell from what he named.She kept reading.The aspirin. Not the general fact of it bu

Chapter 76: Louisa's Counsel

She told Louisa everything.Not in the organized way, she told things to Dante, sorted by relevance and delivered efficiently. The way you told things to someone who had known you since you were seven and was going to understand them regardless of the order. The joint meeting. Three words said without armour. The envelope on her desk all day. Reading the letter alone in the office with the evening light coming through the windows. The aspirin. The notebook. The Tuesday in March. The last line, three times.Louisa listened without interrupting. Sera could hear her on the other end of the line, fully present, receiving all of it.When Sera finished, the line was quiet."What did you feel when you read it?" Louisa said.Sera looked at the nightstand drawer. The letter inside it. The photo beside it."I don't know," she said."Yes, you do," Louisa said. Simply. Accurate rather than unkind.Sera was quiet."Angry," she said."And?"She pressed her palm flat against the duvet. The texture

Chapter 77: Roman Waits

A week passed. No response from Sera. Roman had not set a specific day in his mind by which a response would mean something if it had not come. He had sent the letter knowing that a response was not the point. The point was the saying. The saying of things that were true, cleanly and without conditions, to someone who deserved to know they were true. What she did with them was entirely hers. He knew this. He had known it when he handed the envelope to the courier. He continued to know it across seven days of silence that felt, at various moments, like different things. He did not send a follow-up. He had nothing to follow up with. The letter had said what he had to say, and adding to it would have been the same mistake as not saying it clearly enough the first time, just in the other direction. He worked. He worked differently. He could not see this himself, but his team could, and some of them had been watching long enough to understand that something had changed without knowing

Chapter 78: The Benefit

Roman arrived at the Harrington Foundation benefit at seven thirty and did not look for her. He found Felix near the bar, took a drink, and stayed there for the first twenty minutes. The conversation was easy and unhurried, the kind Felix was good at producing, and Roman was actually in it. Listening to what Felix was saying. Responding to it. Letting it be a conversation rather than something to move through on the way to something else. His lawyers found him at eight. He talked with Garrett about the Pryce update and with two board members about a portfolio matter that didn't require resolution tonight but was worth the informal exchange. He moved through the professional conversations with the presence that Priya had noticed and named and that he was still learning to trust as real rather than temporary. He did not seek Sera out. He knew she was there. He had registered her location from the moment he came through the door, the way you registered certain things without making a

Chapter 79: Three Times

The drive home was twenty minutes.Roman sat in the back seat and watched the city pass and said nothing and did not pick up his phone. The driver did not speak. The city outside the glass was doing its late-evening thing. He sat with what he was carrying, which was three words said to him at a covered entrance by a woman who had not been required to say them.*I read it three times.*He turned it over once on the drive and then put it down. Not because it didn't matter. Because it mattered enough that he was not going to spend the first twenty minutes of it running analysis on it before he had simply let it exist.The penthouse was quiet when he arrived. He had stopped noticing the quiet as an absence. He had lived long enough in the correct version of it, the version that was simply his own space rather than a space with the wrong things in it, that it had become something he could inhabit without the specific weight it had once carried.He went to the study.He did not pour a drink

Chapter 80: Aldric's Final Attempt

The message arrived at the Montague estate on a Tuesday morning.Not a letter through legal channels. Not a financial communication routed through the usual intermediaries. Delivered directly to the estate gate by a courier who gave a false name to the security log and was gone before anyone thought to look twice. Plain envelope. No return address. Inside: a single typed sheet. No signature.It was not violent. It was designed to feel like a door opening just enough to show you what was behind it. Three weeks of documented movements. Specific locations and specific times, the kind of detail that required sustained observation to produce. The message at the bottom was three sentences. It said, without saying it plainly, that Aldric knew where she was and could continue to know and that further interference in his affairs would result in communications of a more direct nature.Dante read it first. He brought it to Sera's study and put it on her desk, and stood back.She read it once.Sh

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