CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Chapter 101 She has nightmares

Ryan’s POV

I bolted out of my chair the moment I saw the news. Those vicious headlines splashed across the screen—accusing Serena of workplace bullying, claiming she’d driven Holly to suicide.

Complete bullshit, but dangerous nonetheless.

"Get the car ready," I barked into my phone. Simon responded with his usual efficiency, no questions asked. That’s why I keep him around.

The drive to Serena’s place felt endless. Traffic crawled while my mind raced through worst-case scenarios.

I’ve seen how quickly public opinion can destroy someone. Serena doesn’t deserve this—not after everything she’s already been through.

When she opened the door, she practically collapsed into my arms. Her whole body was trembling. Fuck. I’ve never seen her this shaken before.

"I’ve seen the news online. What happened?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady while guiding her inside. Her legs seemed ready to give out, so I quickly supported her to the couch.

Instead of pressing for answers immediately, I pulled her closer. "It’s okay now. You don’t have to be afraid. I’m here."

I felt her gradually relax against me as she explained what had happened at the studio with Holly. The situation was bad, but something didn’t add up.

"Public opinion doesn’t spread this fast naturally," I told her, my fingers absently stroking her hair. "There’s something else going on. Let me investigate this for you."

Serena looked up at me and shook her head. Those beautiful brown eyes were clouded with guilt that shouldn’t be there.

"Regardless of everything else, Holly is dead. If it really happened because of me, I have to take responsibility."

I frowned. "How could this possibly be your fault?"

"Just stop," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "This is my studio’s issue. I don’t want to trouble you with it. Let me handle the investigation myself."

She was being stubborn as hell, but I recognized that determined look. Fine, I’d let her believe she was handling it alone while working behind the scenes.

"It’s not safe for you to stay here," I said firmly. "Come back to the Blackwood estate with me."

"Someone’s already leaked your personal information online. It’s only a matter of time before dangerous people show up at your door. I can’t leave you here alone."

As if on cue, someone started pounding on her door like they were trying to break it down.

"Stay right here. Don’t move," I ordered, my voice dropping dangerously low.

I checked through the peephole and saw some random guy I’d never seen before. The knocking continued, accompanied by vicious shouting.

"You bitch! You killed someone and now you’re hiding in your house?!"

"I know you’re in there, Serena Quinn! Get your ass out here!"

"You need to pay for Holly’s life! With your own life!"

My blood boiled as I yanked the door open, staring the fucker down. "Who exactly are you telling to pay with their life? Who the hell are you?"

Later that night, after Serena showered, I watched her toss and turn beside me. She couldn’t settle, her body tense even in sleep.

Suddenly, she jolted upright, gasping for air, her nightgown drenched with cold sweat.

"What’s wrong? Having nightmares?" I asked softly, rubbing her back in slow circles.

She nodded, still trembling. "I dreamed about Holly... covered in blood... saying she wanted my life in exchange for hers." Her voice cracked. "She said I don’t deserve to have children. That my babies should follow her to hell."

I pulled her against my chest, feeling her heart hammering wildly. "It’s just a nightmare. Dreams are usually the opposite of reality. None of that is true."

I cradled her face between my hands, forcing her to look at me. "You are not responsible for Holly’s choices. Whatever happened to her is tragic, but it wasn’t your fault. And our children are perfectly safe."

I placed my hand gently on her stomach. "Nobody’s taking them anywhere, I promise you that."

She gradually calmed down in my arms, her breathing returning to normal as I stroked her hair and whispered reassurances against her temple until she finally drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, I drove her to Maya’s place as promised, though every instinct screamed at me not to leave her. After making sure she was safely inside, I reluctantly headed back to my car.

Once inside, I immediately called Simon. "I need eyes on her around the clock. Four men, rotating shifts, discreet but effective. She shouldn’t know they’re there unless there’s trouble."

Then I made another call. "I need everything you can find on Holly. Medical history, family background, financial records, phone records for the past month. And I want to know who’s pushing this bullying narrative in the media."

Whoever was behind this attack on Serena would regret it. I’d make damn sure of that.