CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 You’re actually mental

Ryan’s POV

I stood there watching Serena drive away with Julian, the roses hanging limp in my hand like my crushed hopes.

The car’s taillights disappeared around the corner, taking with them any chance I had of talking to her tonight.

Damn it.

I loosened my tie, feeling like I couldn’t breathe properly. The realization hit me like a physical blow—Serena was truly moving on.

That designer with his smug smile and casual familiarity was stepping into the space I’d left vacant.

I tossed the roses into a nearby trash can with more force than necessary. How had I forgotten that? Sophie had loved roses.

"Mr. Blackwood?" Simon’s voice came from behind me. My assistant had been waiting discreetly in the car. "Should we head back to the office?"

"No," I said firmly. "We’re not giving up."

"What’s the plan for tomorrow then, sir?"

I stared at the now-empty street where Serena had just been. "Lilies," I said decisively. "She never liked roses. Serena preferred lilies."

Simon cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Actually, sir, Mrs. Blackwood—I mean, Ms. Quinn—is allergic to lilies,as I recall."

I turned to stare at him, feeling like I’d been slapped. "She’s allergic? How do you know that?"

"She had a reaction at the company Christmas party three years ago when you brought in floral arrangements. The medical team had to be called."

I had no memory of this. None whatsoever. Where had I been during this incident? Probably working in my office, oblivious to my own wife’s medical emergency.

"What does she like then?" I asked, hating how desperate I sounded.

Simon hesitated. "I believe she’s partial to Violets, sir. Nothing too formal or arranged."

Anger coursed through me, but it wasn’t directed at Serena—it was all for myself. I didn’t even know what flowers my own wife preferred. Three years of marriage, and I knew nothing about her likes, her allergies, her preferences.

Three wasted years treating her like she was invisible when she was right there in front of me.

I really am the worst husband in the world.

***

The next day, Julian was out of town on business—a piece of information Simon had acquired through his network. It was the perfect opportunity to try again without interference.

I waited outside Dreamland Studio, a bouquet of Violets in hand. My heart actually raced when I saw her pushing through the glass doors, looking breathtaking in a fitted navy dress that highlighted every curve. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, exposing the elegant line of her neck.

The moment she spotted me, her steps faltered slightly before she regained her composure. I moved quickly to intercept her path.

"Serena," I said, my voice coming out lower than intended. I extended the flowers toward her. "I thought you might prefer these."

She glanced at the flowers but made no move to take them. "What do you want, Ryan?"

"To talk," I said simply. "I’ve made reservations at Chen’s." I watched her eyes widen slightly—she loved that restaurant’s authentic local cuisine. "Remember how you always said their dumplings were the best in the city?"

And that was enough to keep me going.

Several days passed before I saw her again, this time at the Westfield Gala—an event I’d specifically arranged to attend after learning Dreamland Studio had been invited. I arrived fashionably late, scanning the crowded ballroom until I spotted her standing with Maya near the champagne fountain.

She looked stunning in a floor-length emerald gown that caught the light whenever she moved. I straightened my tie and made my way toward her, ignoring the curious glances from other attendees who were no doubt wondering about the status of our relationship.

"What a pleasant surprise," I said smoothly as I approached.

Serena gave me a cool look. "It’s just a gala, Ryan. Nothing surprising about it."

Maya, never one to miss an opportunity to twist the knife, jumped in with false brightness. "Well, well. Look who’s suddenly become so attentive! I don’t recall seeing this level of devotion when you two were actually married."

I’d expected Maya’s barbs. She’d never approved of me, and with good reason—I hadn’t treated her friend well. Instead of bristling as I might have in the past, I nodded in agreement.

"You’re absolutely right," I admitted, meeting Maya’s startled gaze directly. "I made terrible mistakes. I took Serena for granted."

Maya’s eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting this response. She turned to Serena with a questioning look. "Is this for real? The great Ryan Blackwood admitting he was wrong?"

When Serena didn’t answer, just stared fixedly across the room, Maya leaned closer to her. "Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?" she whispered, though not quietly enough that I couldn’t hear. "The man seems genuinely sorry."

"I think I see Mr. Quinn arriving," Serena said suddenly, pointedly changing the subject. "We should go say hello."

Before I could say anything else, the two of them walked away, leaving me standing alone with my half-empty champagne flute.

I watched her retreating figure, a hollow feeling spreading in my chest. Had I truly lost her for good? The thought was unbearable. I downed the rest of my champagne in one gulp, the bubbles burning my throat.