All Chapters of My Ex-husband's Late Regret : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ethan's POV The next morning, sunlight stranded through the curtains, soft golden rays stretching across the bed and warming my face. The brightness slowly pulled me out of sleep. I yawned quietly before opening my eyes. And the first thing I saw was Aria. A slow smile curved across my lips. “My sleeping beauty,” I murmured. She was curled against me, sleeping peacefully. Her arms were wrapped around my neck as if she was afraid I might disappear if she let go. Her head rested on my chest, her soft breathing brushing warmly against my skin. For a moment, I simply stare at her admiring her beauty. My mind drifted back to last night. Every moment of it. Aria had been married before, yet the sincerity of her love, the tenderness she showed, the way she held onto me, it all felt so real and untouched. It was impossible not to admire how loyal and sincere she had been. My smile deepened. Carefully, I lifted my hand and blocked the sunlight from falling directly on

Ethan’s POV I hate the way Lucien could still make Aria’s heart feel like it was tethered to breaking just by existing in the same space. She blink rapidly, her lashes clumping together with unshed tears, and I stare at her, forcing my anger to stay locked inside my chest. The urge to storm across the room and wipe that smug look off Lucien’s face burned in my veins, but right now Aria matter more. “Tell me why you’re crying,” I ask her quietly. She shook her head immediately and glance around the room as if searching for something—anything—to escape the question. When her gaze landed on Lucien standing in the distance, her eyes flickered before she quickly looked back at me. “I’m not crying because of Lucien,” she said softly. “I just... remembered something. And it hurts.” The words came out fragile, as if each syllable scraped against something broken inside her. A single tear slipped down her cheek. My heart aches to see her in tears. I stepped closer and gently wiped the

I held his hands but he removed his hands slowly away from mine, the warmth of his touch fading, leaving my fingers cold. “You don’t trust me?” he asked quietly. His voice wasn’t angry. It was soft and calm. A sad smile tugged at my lips as tears gathered in my eyes. I lifted my hands and gently cupped his cheeks, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my trembling fingers. “Ethan…” My voice cracked slightly. “I do trust you. I really do. But sometimes, you have to be realistic.” He watched me for a moment, his gaze searching mine as if trying to understand the weight behind my words. Then he slowly nodded. Without saying anything else, he pulled my hands down and wrapped his arms around me, drawing me into his chest. His embrace is firm and protective. “I wish I had met you sooner,” he murmured. His voice was low, heavy with regret. “I wish I had been there before everything happened... before you had to go through all that pain.” His arms tightened slightly aroun

I don’t care if he kneels in front of the whole world, for me, it’s just manipulation. “Please… don’t be with him,” Lucien said, his voice shaky. I stepped closer, drawn by the desperation in his tone. And i swear, I enjoyed it. Seeing him beg like this, watching him twist in emotional chaos,it was intoxicating, even if it was manipulation. “I should be with you?” I asked, sarcasm sharp in my tone. “Yes... be with me,” he said, eyes glistening, raw. “It hurts physically, it hurts seeing you with someone else. I can’t bear it. I can’t swallow it...it’s like you’re feeding me poison, and it's burning my heart.” His shoulders slumped as he took a shaky breath. “I regret every single bit of pain I caused you. I never meant to. I’ve never been loved the way you love me.” I scoffed, he is letting out an apology that came far too late. Then I remembered the conversation we had the last time, this idiot talked about abortion. “You said something about abortion. Tell me, when did that h

(Elena’s POV) Aria Beaunot. So that’s Lucien’s ex-wife. The woman who refuses to let him move on. I tighten my fingers around the steering wheel as the image of her face flashes in my mind again. She is so calm, collected and beautiful in that quiet, effortless way that makes people stare twice. I admit it—she’s attractive. But she isn’t extraordinary. Not like the way Lucien looks at her, as if the entire world begins and ends with that woman. I saw Aria at the game house, didn't know she'd be there, else never taking Lucien go. The thought makes my jaw tighten. I’ve spoken with Aria once before. A short conversation, polite, almost pleasant. She’s intelligent, sharp even, and carries herself with that quiet confidence most women don’t have. But intelligence isn’t everything. Beauty isn’t everything. And love? Love is the most fragile thing in the world. When I knew Lucien hadn't moved on from his ex, I knew it'd be hard to drive his heart away so easily. I