CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Chapter 375 Doubt

Serena’s POV

I watched Ryan’s broad shoulders disappear through the doorway, something sharp and unexpected twisting in my chest. The urge to call after him clawed at my throat—wait, come back, let me explain—but the words crumbled to ash before they could escape.

What would I even say? That hurting him felt like self-mutilation?

The silence he left behind felt heavier than his presence ever had.

Sally burst through my door like a hurricane the moment his footsteps faded, her face flushed with barely contained panic. "Serena, are you okay?"

"I’m fine," I whispered, the lie scraping against my damaged vocal cords.

I collapsed back into my chair, every bone in my body suddenly made of lead. The righteous anger that had sustained me through our confrontation drained away, leaving behind an ache I couldn’t name.

Why does hurting him hurt me? The question lodged itself in my chest like a splinter.

"Thank God you’re alright," Sally continued, her relief palpable. "I have news about the arson case."

I forced myself to focus, grateful for the distraction from the war raging in my head. "Was it Claire?"

Sally nodded grimly. "She bribed a maintenance worker to help her start the fire. Used her employee access to case the building first." Her expression softened. "But Serena, it’s over. Claire’s locked up. She can’t hurt you anymore."

One threat down. How many left?

"The legal team’s making progress on the plagiarism case too," Sally added. "We should have good news within the week."

Two victories that should have made me feel triumphant. Instead, all I could see was Ryan’s face in those final moments—the way his eyes had gone glassy with unshed tears, like a man watching his world end in slow motion.

Stop thinking about him.

But I couldn’t. The image clung to me like smoke, making it hard to breathe.

"Serena?" Sally’s voice seemed to come from underwater. "What’s wrong?"

Then she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my God—you’re crying!"

I froze, my fingers automatically rising to my cheek. They came away wet with tears I hadn’t even felt forming.

When did I start crying? Why am I crying over him?

The betrayal of my own body sent a fresh wave of panic through me. I scrubbed at my face furiously, as if I could erase the evidence of whatever this was.

"What did that bastard say to you?" Sally’s voice hardened, protective fury blazing in her eyes. "Did he threaten you? Because I swear I’ll call the police—"

"No, Sally. It’s not—" My voice cracked. "I just... my head’s a mess right now. Can you give me some space? I need to think."

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