Unfit For Him, Now His Regret의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 6

Seraph The divorce papers felt like a platter of stone on my palm as I read its content. My eyes were blurry from the tears that refused to fall down from my cheeks. Realization dawned on me that very moment, making my legs give away. "What's this?" My lips managed to move, my voice barely above a whisper. Ronan cocked his brow at me before he chuckled. Slow. The one that made my heart hurt badly, it made me sound stupid. "You've got to be joking. The company... My company can't have someone like you as the CEO's wife." He said it like I was a shit. My chest tightened. "I've been married to you for three years, Ronan, three years... That's no joke." My eyes fell on my body. A part of me realizing where this would go. "You're chubby, Seraph. I need a woman who'd meet my standards and you're damn far from it. You told me you'd work on yourself, but it has only been you adding more pounds since this marriage started. I wouldn't have gotten married to you if I knew this would happe

Seraph Even after the insults, I still felt I shouldn't leave that way. Without saying a proper goodbye. Even though they felt I was the curse given to them as a daughter. I sat at the far end of the hall, waiting patiently for the party to be over before I'd talk to them. They wanted me out of their lives. They'd be grateful if they found my body dead. My bladder started nagging again. I'd been holding it all this while, but the pressure was unbearable. I was like this... Pressed and uncomfortable anytime I was the center of attention. And Elena knew just that. She'd done what she had a great time to humiliate me. I stood up from my seat, dragging my legs to the restroom. It hurt. My legs.... It hurt so badly. I knew they couldn't cope with heels, yet I was trying to fit everyone's standard. The spiral staircase seemed like miles away. Each step felt like a tiny betrayal. My toes curled against the cold marble as I climbed, trying my best to keep up the pace without stumbling. D

Seraph The restaurant Brian chose was the kind of place that whispered money. Glass walls, soft jazz, waiters who remembered your name before you said it. I walked in wearing heels again. Not the ones Elena mocked. These were mine. Red -soled, sharp, unapologetic. My reflection in the glass doors didn't flinch this time. "Ms. Edward?" A hostess approached me. "Your party is waiting in the private room." Private room. Of course. No witnesses. I followed her through a corridor lined with abstract art that probably cost more than my first sewing machine. My pulse was steady . Five years ago, my hands would've shaken holding the door handleToday, they were steady enough to sign contracts and cut ties. Brian stood when I entered. So did Ronan. So did Elena. My breath caught for half a second. Only half. I'd prepared for this. "Seraph," Elena said, warm as if we were old friends. "You look..... different. "So they knew it was me all along. " Five years will do that, " I replied,