Todos los capítulos de MY EX-HUSBAND REGRETS : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

SARAH'S POVI died on my wedding day.I know how that sounds. But I did. I remembered it. The knife. Blood was spreading across my white wedding dress.David was standing there. Smiling. The same smile he used when he proposed. Lisa, my best friend was next to him, holding his hand. "Why?" I tried to ask. But it came out like nothing. "The baby..."Lisa just laughed. "There was no baby, Sarah. God, you believed that?"David leaned down. I could smell him. "Thanks, wife," he whispered. "You made it so easy."And then... Darkness took me.I woke up on the floor. My face hurt. Cold. I was on our kitchen tile. The same tile I mopped last night."Sarah? SARAH!" David. He sounded scared. I opened my eyes and he was right there. Hair messy. Panic on his face. For one second... one stupid second... I thought he cared.I thought maybe I was wrong, maybe I made it all up.I pushed myself up. The room spun. My hands. God, my hands were shaking. No ring. Where was my ring? I checked

We kept going Into the part of the city where the buildings had their own zip codes and the streets didn’t have names, just numbers. Ms. Reyes was in the front seat. She hadn’t spoken to me since “Dinner is at 8.” My one bag sat on my lap. It had three shirts, two jeans, underwear, and the scissors I used to cut my hair. That was it. Three years of life with David Blackwood and it all fit in a duffel. Pathetic. The car pulled into an underground garage. The doors were steel. They closed behind us with a sound like a vault. “Miss Miller,” Ms. Reyes said finally. “Mr. Blackwood is expecting you.” We took a private elevator. No buttons. It just knew where to go. Floor 92. The doors opened and the air changed. It smelled like him. Wood. Cold. Something expensive I couldn’t name. The penthouse was bigger than David’s whole apartment. Floor to ceiling windows. The city looked small from up here. Like toys. And it was empty. No photos. No books. No life. Just black furniture and

David Blackham was smiling at me in City Hall.Like he was here for a birthday party. Not to ruin my life.The pen in my hand felt like it weighed 20 pounds. Ethan went rigid beside me. I could feel it. "Morning," David said. Too cheerful. "Sarah. Ethan."The clerk behind the desk looked up. Confused. "Is there a problem?""Yes," David's lawyer said. He was old, gray, and expensive. "We’re here to file a formal objection to this marriage license."Objection.The word hit me in the chest.Ethan didn’t move. "On what grounds?""On the grounds that Miss Miller is not of sound mind," the lawyer said. "And that this marriage is being entered into under duress, for financial gain."Duress. Financial gain. Sound mind.They were using every ugly thing Lisa whispered at the gala.David stepped closer. "Sarah, baby. I’m just trying to help you. You’ve been through a lot. Let me take you home. We can see a doctor."Baby.He said baby like he had any right.I looked at him. In a very keen way

I didn’t sleep after the warrant. How do you sleep when the police are in the next room going through the man you’re living with’s files? When there’s a photo of you half-dead on the floor and the only person who was there won’t explain why he paid to erase it? I didn’t. I stayed in the guest room with the lights off and the laptop burning my thighs. By 7 AM the police were gone. They took two boxes. Ethan didn’t say what was in them. He just stood in the doorway with his arms crossed and that jaw ticking like it does when he’s pissed and scared at the same time. “You okay?” he asked. “No,” I said. “But I’m going to be.” Because if I let David win, if I let 2023 bury me, then he gets everything. My dad’s company. My name. Me. So I did the only thing I could control. I built. *S.M. COLLECTIONS* The name looked wrong on the screen. Too small. Like I was whispering. I changed the font. Bold. Black. Then I opened the sketch file from last night. The blazer with the high coll

The room went silent when David said "fiancée." Like someone hit mute on the entire world. 200 people. Phones in the air. My crying face still frozen on the screen behind me. David stood at the back in a navy suit. Hands in pockets. Smiling like he’d just walked into a dinner party, not crashed my launch. “Sorry I’m late,” he said again. Louder this time. “Traffic.”Ethan got to me first. He stepped in front of me like a wall. “Get out,” he said in a low dangerous tone.David just tilted his head. “Sarah? Aren’t you going to say hi?”My throat was sandpaper. I could feel everyone staring. Waiting to see if I’d break. If I’d cry again like in the video. I didn’t. I stepped around Ethan. “What do you want, David?” My voice came out steady. I hated that I was proud of that. David’s smile widened. “I want to help you. You’re clearly overwhelmed. The press, the company, this...” he gestured to the clothes. “This little project. It’s too much for you.”“Little project?” Ms. Reyes s