Redesigning His Regret After She Left

Chapter 5

Word Count: 729 | Released on: 20/07/2026

room door, but paused. She could hear Blake's vo

h the narrow glass

something. The expression on his face was one she had n

reached up and, with a casua

le pattern. The tie she had picked out for him this morning. The tie she ha

it for what it was: a joke. He wore the tie his wife had chose

turned abruptly and walked quickly to the w

ring at her reflection. She took deep, shudd

ne buzzed. The meeti

fiant color, and walked back into that co

consummate professional. Her voice was

s of the table, but she could feel his eyes on he

first one out of her chair, gather

wasn't there. She started packing her personal belong

ight, he came home. H

es in the living room, and his fa

said, her voice flat. "It see

here," he said. It wasn't

ddress was a deliberate sting. "I have no

g around her wrist. "Celina, don't be childish. Even if we

'm not being childish. I'm

standoff, the air thic

desk. He saw the L. X. record, placed carefull

st for a fraction of a seco

red history. A tiny, treacherous part of her wanted to believe he had rememb

icked up a box and carried it into the

stening as the sounds from the

tracing the artist's name. This last, fragile illusion

nd, with a faint trace of lingering attachment

ocuments. He looked up at her entrance, presse

wn. I won't sleep here. I'll take the guest room." She

et Maria know," Blake said, lowering his

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“I had just gotten the sonogram of our long-awaited baby, ready to give my billionaire husband, Blake, the surprise of his life. But that night, a woman answered his phone. The next morning, he handed me a divorce agreement. He coldly stated our three-year marriage was just a business arrangement and he only ever saw me as a sister. His college sweetheart, Estella, had returned. To pave the way for his true love, Blake didn't just kick me out of our home. He destroyed my career. He abruptly cancelled my multi-million dollar campaign to make Estella the new face of our luxury brand. When a colleague publicly mocked me as a discarded stray dog, Blake protected her and ordered me to apologize. He even forced me to personally manage Estella's launch, letting her publicly humiliate me in the boardroom by revealing that the parting gift I cherished from him was actually bought by her. "You must take good care of it. I hope you don't mind that I had Blake pass it along." I was stripped of my husband, my dignity, and my hard work, reduced to a pathetic charity case. I touched my flat stomach, realizing the tiny life inside me would only be a liability to him. My three years of devotion were nothing but a cruel joke. Looking at the two people who had shattered my world, my heart finally turned to ash. I wiped my tears, calmly walked out of that boardroom, and prepared my counterattack. I would take my dignity back, piece by painful piece.”