All Chapters of Unfit For Him, Now His Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Seraph The divorce papers felt like a platter of stone on my palm as I read its content. My eyes were blurry from the tears that refused to fall down from my cheeks. Realization dawned on me that very moment, making my legs give away. "What's this?" My lips managed to move, my voice barely above a whisper. Ronan cocked his brow at me before he chuckled. Slow. The one that made my heart hurt badly, it made me sound stupid. "You've got to be joking. The company... My company can't have someone like you as the CEO's wife." He said it like I was a shit. My chest tightened. "I've been married to you for three years, Ronan, three years... That's no joke." My eyes fell on my body. A part of me realizing where this would go. "You're chubby, Seraph. I need a woman who'd meet my standards and you're damn far from it. You told me you'd work on yourself, but it has only been you adding more pounds since this marriage started. I wouldn't have gotten married to you if I knew this would happe

Seraph Even after the insults, I still felt I shouldn't leave that way. Without saying a proper goodbye. Even though they felt I was the curse given to them as a daughter. I sat at the far end of the hall, waiting patiently for the party to be over before I'd talk to them. They wanted me out of their lives. They'd be grateful if they found my body dead. My bladder started nagging again. I'd been holding it all this while, but the pressure was unbearable. I was like this... Pressed and uncomfortable anytime I was the center of attention. And Elena knew just that. She'd done what she had a great time to humiliate me. I stood up from my seat, dragging my legs to the restroom. It hurt. My legs.... It hurt so badly. I knew they couldn't cope with heels, yet I was trying to fit everyone's standard. The spiral staircase seemed like miles away. Each step felt like a tiny betrayal. My toes curled against the cold marble as I climbed, trying my best to keep up the pace without stumbling. D

Seraph The restaurant Brian chose was the kind of place that whispered money. Glass walls, soft jazz, waiters who remembered your name before you said it. I walked in wearing heels again. Not the ones Elena mocked. These were mine. Red -soled, sharp, unapologetic. My reflection in the glass doors didn't flinch this time. "Ms. Edward?" A hostess approached me. "Your party is waiting in the private room." Private room. Of course. No witnesses. I followed her through a corridor lined with abstract art that probably cost more than my first sewing machine. My pulse was steady . Five years ago, my hands would've shaken holding the door handleToday, they were steady enough to sign contracts and cut ties. Brian stood when I entered. So did Ronan. So did Elena. My breath caught for half a second. Only half. I'd prepared for this. "Seraph," Elena said, warm as if we were old friends. "You look..... different. "So they knew it was me all along. " Five years will do that, " I replied,

Seraph I turned the laptop so she could see the note Brian had sent earlier. I'd printed it and left it beside the laptop.' Deal is still on. But we need to talk about strategy before the board meeting.' And at the bottom, in Brian's handwriting.'Ronan will be at the presentation. Play it cool.' Melanie read it twice. "Play it cool? Play it cool? Seraph , he's the man who called you unfit to stay in his room and then knocked up your sister." "I know." "Did you tell Brian no?"" I tried." I pulled up my email. My reply to him was still in drafts. " Ronan expertise is not required. You said you believe in me. Prove it" I never sent it. because Brian had called me ten minutes later. "if you want Tradefare money, you play by Tradefare rules. Ronan is on the board. He'll be at the meeting." Melanie swore. "So what's the plan? You walk in, pretend you don't want to strangle him, pitch your billion dollar dream and pretend your heart isn't trying to claw it way out of your chest."" T

Seraph THREE DAYS LATER Elena walked into my office like she owned the place. Her heels clicked on the tiled floor and Sloane looked up at me from her desk, her eyes widened in alarm. "Seraph, I'm here to talk business," Elena said, her smile like the ones she's always faked since forever. I leaned back in my chair, intertwined my fingers together and stared back at her. Sloane, give us a minute. "Sloane hesitated for a moment before she nodded and slipped out, closing the door behind her. Elena took the seat across from me, her eyes scanned the room like she was casing the joint. " You're looking well, Seraph, "she said, her voice dripped with mockery. " It always gets better "I said calmly. " It must have been hard for you to get that curve of yours. "She sneered." Cut the small talk, Elena. What do you want? "I asked, my tone flat. Elena leaned forward, her expression turned serious." I want to talk about Ronan's deal with Tradefare. "I raised an eyebrow ." What about it