Todos los capítulos de She Was Never The One: The CEO's Regret: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

For four straight days, Damian went completely cold.He ignored Sera's calls and left her messages unread. Yet, he hadn't cut ties entirely. On Tuesday afternoon, he dropped by the estate while Sera was still at the office, spending two quiet hours building a wooden birdhouse with Ethan. By the time Sera returned home early hoping to talk, Damian had already left without a word.The intentional distance was heavy, creating an uncomfortable silence between them.By Thursday morning, Sera went down the corridor toward Zoe’s executive suite. She pushed the glass door open, finding her COO reviewing quarterly reports at her desk.Zoe glanced up, instantly picking up on Sera's tense posture. She set her pen down and tilted her head. "You look drained. Is it the Chicago man again?""No," Sera said, stepping inside and closing the door. She sat in the armchair opposite Zoe’s desk, taking a slow breath. "It’s Damian. He’s completely iced me out since the weekend."Zoe leaned back, folding her

Celine stood near the top of the stairwell, her fingers gripping the polished mahogany railing so hard her knuckles turned stark white.The silence inside the estate felt thick and suffocating. For three straight days, Adrian had barely spent ten minutes in the same room with her. He was always moving, always distant, his attention divided between high-stakes corporate meetings and the quiet time he made to see Ethan. Every single time he picked up his coat and walked out that front door, Celine felt the ground slipping a little further from beneath her feet.She was losing him, and she knew it. She needed to secure her position before Sera completely erased everything Celine had worked so hard to build. A dark, desperate idea flashed through her mind; if she couldn't keep Adrian under control, she needed to hire someone to permanently remove the threats in her way.Before the thought could even take root, a muffled, ragged cry echoed from down the hallway.Celine froze, her breath ca

The immediate fallout in the hospital corridor was suffocating. Adrian stood motionless near the glass wall, his phone buzzing repeatedly in his palm with urgent corporate calls he ignored entirely. His jaw was set like iron, his gray eyes fixed on the lab report in his hand as he digested the biological impossibility Dr. Vance had just handed him.When his phone rang the third time, this time from his head of security. Adrian took two steps down the hall to answer it, his voice low and razor-sharp as he stepped out of earshot.Celine didn't waste a single second.Her heart was hammering wildly against her ribs, her knuckles white as she pushed open the heavy wooden door to Dr. Vance’s private office. She slipped inside, shutting the door behind her until the lock clicked firmly into place.Dr. Vance looked up from his desk, surprised. He was in the middle of logging the official blood panel results into the hospital’s central database. "Ms. Celine? I'm currently finalizing Aria's cli

The polished marble floors of the executive lobby echoed softly as Sera and Zoe walked toward the private elevator bank. They had just finished reviewing the logistics warehouse downstairs, and the quiet afternoon corridor offered a rare moment away from ringing phones and crowded boardrooms.Zoe adjusted the strap of her leather handbag, a bright, excited smile breaking across her face."I’m telling you, the venue in London is entirely sorted," Zoe said, glancing over at Sera as they stopped in front of the private elevator doors. “Calvin’s family finalized the garden terrace yesterday. Everything is moving so fast it feels like a blur."Sera offered a genuine, warm smile, looping her arm through Zoe’s. "I'm so happy for you, Zoe. You and Kelvin deserve every bit of this.""Thank you, sweetie," Zoe beamed, pressing the silver call button. Then, her expression shifted slightly, her tone turning a bit more personal as she looked at her best friend. "Which reminds me... you better bring

The morning light cut sharply across the mahogany desk in Adrian’s private study, offering no warmth to the chill lingering in his chest. The confrontation the night before had left him questioning Celine’s intentions, but the encrypted message that arrived on his private phone an hour ago had widened his suspicions.It contained a single directive: Ask her what she sent to Chicago.Adrian sat motionless in his leather chair, his eyes fixed on the screen. He wasn't about to trust an anonymous message without evidence. Years of corporate warfare had taught him that information could be used as easily to manipulate as to expose the truth. Still, he couldn't ignore how closely the warning aligned with Celine’s suspicious behavior regarding Ethan’s records.He pulled up the security logs and examined the available data, comparing the message's timestamp with the activity he had been investigating. The records suggested that information connected to Celine’s inquiries had been transmitted