All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, I’M YOUR BIGGEST REGRET!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Natalia’s POV “No!!”I gasped, my eyes popping open as I jolted on the bed. My whole body trembled, a single tear trailing down my cheek and stopping at my collarbone.My hand flew down, probing my stomach. There was no blood, and my stomach was completely flat.I sat up, my heartbeat pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. It was then that I realized I was lying on a king-size bed, dressed in white silk.Right at the foot of the bed, red-petaled roses were arranged to spell out the words: Two hearts, one promise, together forever.I inhaled sharply.No, no, no.This was hell. Gemma and Christian had killed me, and this was my punishment before my soul was burned in the afterworld.I shook my head furiously. “Wake up, wake up, damn it!” I hissed to myself, my nails digging into my scalp.I looked down at my left side, where the kidney transplant would be. Oh God, there was no ugly, long mark. It was all gone!I turned my head to the digital clock on the nightstand, and my brea

Natalia’s POV The crystal chandelier of the Blackthorne private ballroom was so bright it could hurt anyone’s eyes. The ballroom was packed. Men in tailored black suits, older women in diamond jewelry, foreign investors, and the board of directors who held the fate of Christian’s company in their hands. Even reporters stood behind a red velvet rope, their cameras resting on their shoulders, waiting. My father-in-law, Arthur Blackthorne, stood chatting with a political elite near the archway, laughing heartily. “Where are they?” someone muttered nearby. “They should have arrived by now.” Then, the heavy oak doors swung open. I took a breath and stepped inside. I had chosen a black dress that hugged my hips and fell to a sharp hem just past my knees. It was not as extravagant as most of the women’s clothes, but the way the light hit the material made all the men in the room turn their heads. My lips were painted blood-red, and my hair was tied up in an elegant bun, rev

“I don’t know you from anywhere,” I said, stepping back. “I’m sorry, you… you must have mistaken me for someone else. Let go, Christian.” I reached out, my fingers desperate to grab Christian’s arm, to pull him away from the burning glare of the crowd. Christian didn’t move an inch. He stood right beside me, his dark eyes locked on mine. For a moment, I saw the tension leave Christian’s jaw after seeing the genuine confusion in my eyes. But as I grabbed his sleeve to drag him toward the exit, a voice cut through the air like a knife. “So that’s really your answer, Natalia?” Damian’s voice echoed across the big room. I froze. My hand slipped off Christian’s arm. Damian took a slow, heavy step forward. His handsome face, usually so polished on theater screens, looked completely shattered. “After seven years…” Damian’s voice cracked as if he were having trouble pulling himself together. “After all those promises you made me in that little apartment, you decided to choose