All Chapters of My Ex-husband Regrets Losing His Hidden Heiress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damien stared at the manila envelope resting against his chest, his dark eyebrows knitting together in total disbelief.For a brief second, shock flashed across his face, but it was almost instantly replaced by a dark, arrogant scoff. He made no move to take the envelope from my hand. Instead, he folded his arms across his broad chest, looking down at me with an expression of pure, condescending amusement."Divorce?" Damien sneered, his voice dripping with icy contempt. "Sophia, do you really expect me to take this ridiculous stunt seriously?"I didn't answer. I simply kept my hand outstretched, holding the crisp manila paper steady between us.Damien let out a low, bitter laugh, taking a step closer to me. The heavy scent of his expensive woodsy cologne filled the space between us, but it no longer made my heart flutter. It only made me feel sick."You really think you can let go of me?" Damien asked, leaning down slightly so his dark eyes locked onto mine. "Let's stop playing games,

By six o'clock in the evening, the news of my departure had reached the top floor of the Vance Group Headquarters.In the executive office on the eightieth floor, Damien was sitting behind his massive mahogany desk, staring intently at his computer monitor. His coat was discarded over the back of his chair, his tie loosened at his collar.His personal assistant, Mark, stood in front of the desk, sweating nervously as he delivered his report."Mr. Vance..." Mark stammered, trembling slightly under Damien's sharp gaze. "Mrs. Vance... I mean, Miss Sophia... she left the villa two hours ago. She took a single suitcase, left her house keys on the table, and walked out."Damien didn't stop typing on his keyboard. A cold, dismissive smirk curled on his lips."She took a taxi?" Damien asked smoothly. "Did she try to use her bank cards yet?""That's... that's the strange part, sir," Mark swallowed hard, clutching his tablet tightly. "When we requested the bank to freeze her accounts, the syste

I stopped in the center of the ballroom, right in front of the Vance family.For three years, I had stood behind Damien. At family dinners, I sat quietly while Mrs. Vance spoke over me. At social gatherings, I lowered my head whenever someone asked about my background. Even when Clara needed something, I was expected to step aside.Tonight, there was nowhere for me to hide.The emerald silk of my gown fell perfectly around me. The fabric caught the warm light of the chandeliers with every small movement. A diamond necklace rested against my collarbone. Its stones had been carefully chosen by Julian because he knew I hated anything too extravagant. My hair was swept into a neat, elegant bun, leaving a few soft strands around my face. I looked exactly like the woman I had spent three years pretending not to be.Sophia Sterling.Not Mrs. Damien Vance. Not the poor girl they had pitied. Not the unwanted wife they had treated like an outsider.Sophia Sterling.Damien stared at me across th

I stared at the message until the words began to blur. "You may have escaped the Vance family, Sophia Sterling. But you have no idea what your grandfather left behind." My fingers tightened around the phone.The ballroom was still alive behind me. Music played softly beneath the chandeliers. Waiters moved between tables carrying empty champagne glasses, while reporters gathered around the entrance, waiting for another statement from the woman who had just become the center of Crestview's attention.But none of that mattered anymore.Someone knew about my grandfather. And that was not something the public knew. I turned toward Julian. "Did you tell anyone?"His eyes immediately hardened. "Tell anyone what?"I showed him my phone. He read the message once. Then his expression changed.Marcus stepped closer. "What happened?"Julian handed him the phone. Marcus read it silently. For several seconds, he said nothing. Then he looked at me. "When did you receive this?""Less than a minute ag

The next morning, I woke up before my alarm. For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling of the guest room in the Sterling residence, trying to remember where I was. Then everything came back. The divorce. Damien signing the papers. The message from the unknown number. The old photograph. Westbridge. And the question I had asked Julian the night before. What did Grandfather do?I sat up slowly. For the first time in years, I wasn't thinking about Damien when I opened my eyes. That alone felt strange. I dressed in a simple cream blouse and black trousers, then tied my hair into a neat low ponytail. I didn't want diamonds or anything that reminded me of the woman everyone had seen at the Commerce Summit. Today, I wanted answers.When I walked into the dining room, Julian was already there. He had a tablet in front of him, his expression serious. Marcus sat across from him, dressed in a dark suit. He was reading through several documents. Alexander was standing near the windows with a cup