CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Chapter 352 His Missing Wife

Author’s POV

Sally’s eyes widened in shock. "What? Amnesia?"

Ryan let out a bitter scoff. "So you don’t know about her past either."

A kaleidoscope of emotions washed over Sally’s face. She’d thought they were close confidants, best friends who shared everything over late-night wine sessions and weekend brunches, but apparently Serena had kept something this significant from her.

Ryan didn’t press further. If Sally didn’t know about something as major as amnesia, she clearly wouldn’t have answers to his other questions. After a moment of heavy silence, Sally mumbled something about a client emergency and left.

About fifteen minutes later, Serena rushed back, her face stormy as her designer heels clicked aggressively against the polished marble floor.

"Mrs. Lancaster, you’re back. Mr. Blackwood has been waiting for you inside," her assistant informed her.

"I’ll handle this alone," Serena replied curtly before taking a deep breath and pushing open the door.

Ryan’s gaze immediately locked onto her face, his breath catching in his throat. The face he’d been dreaming of for so long now looked at him with pure anger and disgust—expressions he was all too familiar with, dragging him back to those final devastating months of their marriage. Back then, he truly had wronged Serena. But now? What had caused this hatred?

Both Ryan and his assistant stared at her, transfixed.

"Ma’am?" his assistant murmured, earning a venomous glare from Serena.

"Watch your words," she snapped. "I’ll say this once more—I am not your Serena. My name is Serena Lancaster, and I have absolutely nothing to do with your wife or whatever twisted fantasy you’ve constructed."

The assistant blinked rapidly, his mind reeling as he finally grasped why Ryan had been so troubled. How could there possibly be two people who looked exactly identical? The only logical explanation was that Serena Lancaster was indeed Ryan’s missing wife.

"Leave us," Ryan ordered his assistant without acknowledging Serena’s words.

Once they were alone, Ryan’s eyes never left Serena, drinking in the sight of her. This was no mirage, no cruel trick of his imagination— the woman he’d longed for was standing before him, flesh and blood. Even if she denied her identity, even if she hated him—he’d accept it all willingly.

"Serena, you’ve lost weight," he observed softly.

Indeed, Serena had become noticeably thinner after the accident—her cheekbones more pronounced, her collarbones sharp beneath the silk of her blouse.

She shifted uncomfortably, increasingly unnerved under his intense gaze. "Does Mr. Blackwood enjoy these twisted identity games so much?"

Ryan let out a harsh laugh at her accusation. "Identity games? Is that what Cedric Lancaster told you? He certainly knows how to spin a story."

"Stop deflecting," Serena’s brows furrowed deeper. "Ryan, just leave. You’re not welcome here. I don’t want to see you again."

Ryan’s expression froze, and he suddenly stood up—all six feet two inches of him towering over her.

Serena instinctively backed away, her spine hitting the wall behind her, which seemed to jolt Ryan back to reality, his predatory advance halting as he registered her fear.

"Serena, you’ve lost your memory. What Cedric Lancaster told you isn’t the truth."

"I can determine what’s true myself!" she fired back. "Stop destroying my peaceful life. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what I might do."

Her eyes flashed with fierce hatred, as if she truly despised the man before her. Yet inexplicably, treacherously, her heart ached. The pain came in waves, like the tide, making it hard to breathe.

They stared at each other in a battle of wills until Ryan finally sighed. His eyes glazed over with unshed tears, revealing a vulnerability she hadn’t expected.

Serena’s gaze flickered away, unable to maintain eye contact.

"I don’t want to dwell on the past anymore," she said quietly. "Please leave, and I’ll pretend none of this ever happened."

She was exhausted—emotionally drained from fighting feelings she didn’t understand. Even if she wanted answers, she lacked the strength to pursue them now. Better to appease this man who stirred up emotions she couldn’t name and make him leave voluntarily.

Ryan clenched his fist—his knuckles white with the effort of restraining himself. Regardless of how Cedric Lancaster had manipulated the situation, the reality was undeniable: his wife didn’t want to see him. Any explanation he offered would fall on deaf ears—or worse, would only serve to deepen her resentment.

He knew his wife well enough to recognize when retreat was the only option.

"Alright. I’ll go," he said finally—each word feeling like glass in his throat.

Ryan walked away with heavy steps, leaving the Elegant Realm studio behind him—and taking a piece of his shattered heart with him.

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