All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, I’M YOUR BIGGEST REGRET!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Natalia POV “Congratulations, Mrs. Blackthorne. You’re five weeks pregnant with twins.” To my ears, the word didn’t make any sense. “What?” My voice came out smaller than I expected. “No, no, Dr. Reeds. That's—it’s not possible. You know what happened to me three years ago. I mean, that’s definitely the wrong test. So, check it again.” Dr. Reeds sighed, shaking her head. It was the first time I had seen her looking this concerned since she started working for us. “I have checked it three times, Natalia. Medically speaking, with only one kidney and all that scarring from your past surgery… your body shouldn’t have been able to carry, let alone twins.” Twins—I was going to be a mother! After three years of being called a failure and a barren, nuisance wife! “Here, take these prenatal vitamins, Natalia. But you should be resting; your body is putting a lot of pressure on itself,” Dr. Reeds said, handing me a tiny white bottle. “I will. Thank you, Doctor,” I said, standing u

Natalia POV Lucien just stood there, looking at his brother like he was a little boy throwing a fit. “Are you telling me I can't come to your wedding, little brother?" Lucien asked softly. His sharp eyes flicked to his father, then back to Christian. "I thought you'd want my blessing. Or did you think I was too useless to show up? Ah, right. Father always preferred the golden boy." “Shut your mouth,” Christian spat, grinding his teeth. "You are a sick bastard that murdered our mother in cold blood. Be grateful father was nice enough to spend his billions to keep you out of a rotten cell.” Christian took a step forward, tensing his shoulder muscles under the tuxedo. “Because if it was up to me, Lucien... You would have followed mother to the grave twenty years ago.” A thick, tense silence hung in the cathedral. The entire city knew about the Blackthorne family secret, but nobody dared say it out loud. Twenty years ago, Mrs. Blackthorne was found murdered in her priv

The front door of the Brown’s estate creaked open and the first thing to hit my nose was the scent of roasted meat. My stepmother, Evelyne, for once, did something genuinely kind. She came up to me, threw her arms around my shoulders, and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Natty!" The next second, I heard light footsteps running down the staircase. Gemma. She looked like something out of a dream in her cream dress, her blonde hair glowing under the chandelier light. She flung her arms around my neck with so much force I nearly lost my balance. “Natty!” Gemma sobbed softly, burying her face against my collarbone. "I missed you so much! I was so scared you wouldn't come tonight!" My father's lips twitched into a smile. Christian, who stood by the door, watched Gemma with an affection that looked like he was going to eat her up right there. My heart turned to ice in my chest. Staring at her, I already knew I was watching a masterpiece of acting from the same girl who killed

Natalia POV Christian stood completely still, his bloody hand clutching the wrinkled marriage certificate so hard his knuckles turned stark white. This was the man who ran a multi-billion-dollar empire. The CEO who swallowed rival companies whole without uttering a single loud word. My chest heaved as I stared at the red seal on that paper. A fake certificate? No... this isn't just a prank. Someone had spent months, maybe years, building a ghost life behind my back. For the first time since opening my eyes in this second life, a cold fear gripped my throat. I wasn't running this board game. Someone else was rolling the dice. “What’s the matter, Christian?” Damian taunted. “Does the truth hurt too much? Or are you just a thief?” Christian didn’t answer him. Instead, he slowly raised his left hand and made a downward flick of two fingers toward the four security guards standing near the archway. In a flash, two six-foot-four security guards lunged forward. Before Damian c

The banging at my door started at seven in the morning. “Natalia! Open this door right now!" Gemma’s voice carried straight through the wood. “I know you're in there! Open up!" Then came the shift in her tone, turning sugary loud for whoever was standing in the hallway with her. “Oh my god... She isn't answering!” Gemma gasped theatrically. "Someone get the security! Go get the spare key right now! Who knows if she’s dead inside?" I clicked the lock open and the door swung wide instantly. Gemma stood there in a silk blue wrap dress, her hair perfectly styled. Behind her were two young maids, holding a silver tray with a steaming porcelain teapot and a small cup. “Oh, thank God you're alive!" Gemma let out a relieved sigh, putting a hand over her heart. "I thought something bad happened to you.” She stepped past me into the room, waving her hand at the maids. "Set the tray on the table, girls. Bring the special herbal tea." The maids put the tray down and stepped back,