CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 The Viper in Silk

Serena’s POV

The doctor declared my baby girl perfectly healthy at today’s checkup, sending waves of relief through me. I couldn’t stop smiling as the driver took me to the International Tower where Ryan had arranged for a fitting of the custom gown he’d ordered for me.

"He’s so protective these days," I murmured to myself, feeling the gentle movements of our daughter inside me. Two security guards followed closely behind as I stepped out of the car, one carrying my purse while the other scanned the surroundings.

Inside the boutique, a sales associate rushed toward me with an overly bright smile. "Mrs. Blackwood! Please follow me. Mr. Blackwood has everything prepared."

The dressing room was spacious and elegant—typical Ryan, sparing no expense. The attendant helped me slip into a stunning midnight blue gown with intricate crystal embellishments that caught the light with every movement.

I stepped out and examined my reflection in the full-length mirror, turning sideways to see how my pregnant belly looked in the design. My hands automatically went to the waistline.

"The waist needs to be looser," I said, feeling the fabric pull slightly. "I’m not interested in squeezing my baby for fashion."

The attendant nodded eagerly. "Of course, Mrs. Blackwood. Any other adjustments needed?"

I shook my head, admiring how the color complemented my skin. "Everything else is perfect."

"Wonderful! We’ll deliver it to your residence in a few days."

Just as I was about to return to the dressing room, I noticed a woman approach in my peripheral vision. She wore a gown in a similar shade of blue with design elements that eerily resembled mine. Despite the awkward moment, I offered a genuine smile.

"That gown suits you beautifully," I said, truly meaning the compliment.

Her eyes narrowed as she gave me a cold once-over, her lip curling slightly. "Yours, however, doesn’t quite work... especially in your condition."

I felt my eyebrow twitch at her tone. Who the hell does she think she is?

She turned sharply to the designer behind her, her voice rising with each word. "You’ve given us identical designs? Do you have any idea how much I paid for exclusivity?"

The designer paled. "Miss Vergara, I deeply apologize—"

Vergara? My mind connected the dots instantly. Tiffany Vergara—Kane’s fiancée and daughter of the Vergara family patriarch. The woman Ryan had warned me about just yesterday.

Tiffany’s gaze returned to me, contempt dripping from every syllable. "If I were pregnant, I’d stick to maternity clothes. Evening gowns really don’t flatter women with..." her eyes lingered on my belly, "...your proportions."

I felt my cheeks flush with anger, but kept my voice steady. "Miss Vergara, I don’t recall asking for your fashion advice."

"Freedom of choice only applies when you have the figure to pull it off," she shot back with a smirk. "You know what they say—when outfits match, it’s who wears it better that matters. And honey, that’s definitely not you."

"Miss Vergara, this ’protection’ you speak of exists only in your imagination. I didn’t seek this conflict—you attacked me unprovoked. How exactly am I the one overstepping?"

Her face darkened further, anger practically radiating from her skin. "Serena," she dropped the formalities, leaning closer despite my security’s presence, "I suggest you lose the smug attitude. Blackwood Enterprise’s future leadership isn’t settled yet. What happens when your precious Ryan loses his position? Where will that leave you?"

I couldn’t help smiling. Women like Tiffany were so predictable—always resorting to threats when their egos were bruised.

"Miss Vergara, Blackwood’s leadership isn’t determined by your opinions. If you’re this concerned about corporate politics, perhaps you should develop some skills of your own instead of relying on your family name."

I paused deliberately, watching her face as I delivered my final blow. "Otherwise, history will only remember you as..." I enunciated each word clearly, "the fiancée of New York’s crippled Blackwood."

"You—!" She lunged forward instinctively, only to be blocked by my security. Her face contorted with such fury that for a moment, I thought she might actually try to slap me.

I smiled serenely, understanding now why Kane and Tiffany found each other. They were perfectly matched in their toxicity.

"Let’s go," I said to my security team, walking past her trembling form to the waiting car outside.

As we pulled away from the curb, I placed a protective hand on my belly, feeling our daughter kick in response. "Well, little one," I whispered, "that’s your first lesson in standing your ground. Never let anyone make you feel small—even when you’re growing bigger by the day."