A few days earlier, Ravyn had received a call from Gray, the kind of call that seemed casual at first but carried far more weight than either of them acknowledged right away.
Gray didn’t just talk. He sent videos, clips from the launch of MindNest.
The lights, the crowd, the energy, the kind of success that didn’t just happen by chance but by careful planning and relentless effort. Every frame carried Seraphine’s presence, her confidence, the way everything seemed to revolve around her without her even trying to force it.
Ravyn watched, and with every second that passed, something bitter settled deeper in his chest.
"Even if we wanted to invest," he said finally, his voice low, almost rough around the edges, "she wouldn’t have allowed it. We made our choices, and this is the result."
There was no anger in his tone, just acceptance.
But Gray wasn’t ready to let it go that easily. "She was your wife," he insisted, his voice laced with disbelief. "Your ex-wife, yeah, but we all know how much she loved you. That kind of thing doesn’t just disappear overnight."
He paused briefly before adding, more pointed this time, "If you let Daisy go, there’s a chance she might take you back."
Ravyn didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back, his gaze drifting somewhere distant as Seraphine’s face, both past and present, flashed through his mind, and the contrast between them felt sharper than anything else.
The woman he had once known, and the one she had become now, weren’t the same.
"I can’t do that," he said at last, his voice quieter now, but firm in a way that left no room for doubt. "She doesn’t love me anymore."
Gray let out a small sigh, clearly unconvinced. "You’d be surprised," he muttered. "I’ve seen this happen before. Human couples go through worse, and somehow, they still find their way back to each other."
He adjusted the conversation slightly, his tone taking on a different edge. "And look at what’s happening around you. Every company tied to her is climbing fast. The Forbes rankings are practically changing overnight."
That caught Ravyn’s attention, even if he didn’t show it outwardly.
"Even with everything we’ve managed to stabilize, we’re sitting at number fifteen," Gray continued. "Your beta’s company? Number five. And your former beta’s father? Number two."
The numbers hit harder than they should have.
Ravyn swallowed, but it felt like gravel scraping down his throat, the weight of everything settling uncomfortably in his chest.
He knew exactly what those rankings meant. "If I hadn’t killed our child..." he started, his voice dropping, the words heavy with something he didn’t often allow himself to feel. "Maybe I would’ve had a chance."
The silence on the other end stretched for a moment before he added, almost as if convincing himself, "Besides... I have Bryan. And Daisy... she’s the one I chose. The one I love."
Gray didn’t push further. "Alright," he said after a pause. "Forget I mentioned it."
The call ended not long after, but the conversation lingered, refusing to settle quietly.
More than an hour later, Gray sent another message. A photo, and a single line beneath it. I’ve never seen him look at a woman like that before.
Ravyn opened it, and his gaze darkened almost instantly.
Voren.
Standing close to Seraphine.
They weren’t touching, nothing inappropriate, nothing obvious, but it was there, clear as day in the way Voren looked at her, the absence of that usual cold distance he carried around everyone else.
It was something warmer, and far more unsettling.
Ravyn stared at it longer than he should have, a flicker of jealousy rising before he forced it down, pushing it aside with practiced ease.
It’s nothing, he told himself. If anything, it works in our favor.
His fingers moved quickly as he typed out a response. We should be glad he invested. If anything happens, he can support us.


VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever