Todos os capítulos de Dear Ex-Husband, I’M YOUR BIGGEST REGRET!: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The cold night air hit my skin through the slightly open window of the black SUV. My head was spinning and the heavy sedative felt like thick lead pressing behind my eyes, making my vision blur. I swallowed hard, trying to keep down the sour heat in my throat. For five days now, I had been feeling strange—waking up exhausted, dizzy at the sight of breakfast, my breasts feeling tender and swollen, but I had blamed it all on stress. Lucien... The man sitting in the front passenger seat went completely still, his broad shoulders stiffened under his nurse scrub. For a moment, the only sound inside the car was the quiet hum of the engine and the faint click of the air conditioner. Slowly, he turned around. In the dim glow of the streetlights, he pulled down his black face mask, and I could see he had the same piercing blue eyes as Christian, the same sharp jawline. But where Christian’s face was always filled with cold disdain or impatient authority, this man’s eyes held a

Natalia POV My head felt like it was cracking open from the inside out. The first thing that hit my nose was the scent of fresh lemon trees, soft sweet flowers, and warm morning rain hitting green grass. I opened my eyes slowly. The ceiling above me was painted with warm gold light and one big glass doors led out to a massive white balcony overlooking green hills and tall cypress trees under a bright blue sky. I tried to sit up, but a sudden wave of nausea rushed up from my chest. "Ugh..." I gasped, clamping my hand over my mouth. I scrambled out of the bed and ran blindly toward the white marble bathroom and dropped to my knees right in front of the toilet. BLEAH! I gagged hard, throwing up sour yellow liquid into the water. Before I could fall sideways, two large arms wrapped gently around my trembling shoulders. "I'm here, Riley," Lucien’s deep voice whispered softly beside my ear. He gathered my long hair back with one hand, holding it away from my face so it

"You are not booking that flight, Riley. End of story." Lucien’s voice hit the dining room like a heavy door slamming shut. I stopped right in the middle of picking up my crystal glass, my hand freezing in mid-air while staring at him in absolute disbelief. "What did you just say, Lucien?” I asked. “No, you don’t mean that.” "You heard me," Lucien said, his jaw tight as he set his silver fork down onto his plate with a sharp clack. "You are not going back to America. You are not stepping one foot inside that city, and you are definitely not going anywhere near Christian Blackthorne." "Lucien, a man is dying!" I raised my voice slightly, my chest heaving under my silk blouse. "They offered a hundred million dollars! That hospital—" "I don't care if they offer a billion dollars!" Lucien snapped, his eyes flashing with a rare, terrifying anger I hadn't seen in five whole years. "We don't need their blood money! You have your own hospitals and everything you could ever want rig

Natalia POV Outside the small oval window, Leo and Maya were bouncing gently in their plush leather seats across from us, their eyes wide with curiosity. "Mummy? Where are we flying to?" Maya asked, her small hand clutching her favorite stuffed bunny. "Are we going to the park with the big ice cream shop again?" "We're going to New York, sweetheart," Lucien said in a quiet, sweet voice. "A very big city with tall buildings. But first, you two need to eat some lunch and rest." Lucien raised his hand, signaling the flight attendant. A young woman in a neat blue uniform rushed over, bowing her head. "Take the children to the business cabin," Lucien told her, though his voice left no room for mistakes. "Serve them grilled chicken with carrots. No peanuts and no strawberries. My daughter is severely allergic. If I see even one tiny nut near her plate, you will lose your job before this plane lands. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Mr. Blackthorne! I understand completely!" the woman stam

"You are not booking that flight, Riley. End of story." Lucien’s voice hit the dining room like a heavy door slamming shut. I stopped right in the middle of picking up my crystal glass, my hand freezing in mid-air while staring at him in absolute disbelief. "What did you just say, Lucien?” I asked. “No, you don’t mean that.” "You heard me," Lucien said, his jaw tight as he set his silver fork down onto his plate with a sharp clack. "You are not going back to America. You are not stepping one foot inside that city, and you are definitely not going anywhere near Christian Blackthorne." "Lucien, a man is dying!" I raised my voice slightly, my chest heaving under my silk blouse. "They offered a hundred million dollars! That hospital—" "I don't care if they offer a billion dollars!" Lucien snapped, his eyes flashing with a rare, terrifying anger I hadn't seen in five whole years. "We don't need their blood money! You have your own hospitals and everything you could ever want ri