CEO's Regret After I Divorced

Serena's POV

The freezing water slammed into my face, jolting me awake like I'd been electrocuted.

My breath stolen by the icy shock, my throat instinctively tightened as flickering lights and shadows swam before my eyes.

I curled up on the cold, wet cement floor, my wrists burning from the rough plastic zip ties cutting into my skin, the chill penetrating straight through to my spine. I heard water dripping, the faint echo of metal doors clanging, and the low laughter of three men.

"Well, look who's finally awake," a scarred man leaned down, his gaze slicing over me like a skinning knife. "Look at that face, that body... premium merchandise right here."

"Damn right," another man with brown hair grinned, exhaling cigarette smoke in my face. "Put her in an underground auction, she'd fetch a good price. Ten grand minimum."

The third man lounged lazily against the wall, licking his teeth. "Or we could sample the goods ourselves before selling. Not like anyone would care what happens to her."

My stomach churned violently as my fingers dug into the freezing floor.

Fear coiled up my spine like a poisonous snake, but I forced myself to lift my head, keeping my voice as steady as possible.

"Wait!" My teeth chattered, but I fought to speak clearly.

"I'm... Serena Blackwood. Ryan Blackwood's wife. If it's money you want, I can give you more than any auction would pay. Just let me call my husband."

The three exchanged glances before erupting into louder laughter.

"Blackwood?" The scarred man narrowed his eyes. "The North American Blackwood family? You're his wife? How come I've never heard about you?"

He snickered, "Ha! Probably some mistress giving herself a fancy title. If she really was his wife, he'd be here already. Would we be having this little chat?"

Their mockery pierced my heart like nails.

Truth is, I wasn't sure myself. Three years ago, when Ryan pulled me from the se a, I had no memory. No family, no background-Ryan became my whole world's only light.

When he asked if I'd be his wife, I agreed without hesitation. But at night when we made love, he'd hold me while whispering a stranger's name-his deceased girlfriend, Sophie Hart.

That's when I realized I was just Sophie's shadow, a substitute wife.

To the outside world, Ryan Blackwood appeared the perfect, devoted husband. He looked after his ex's sister Ivy, while supposedly never letting his wife feel neglected.

He promised me that whatever he gave to Ivy, I'd receive tenfold. I would always be Mrs. Blackwood.

When he worried Ivy Hart might catch cold, he'd buy her a soft cashmere coat for $100, then turn around and give me a designer coat worth $1,000.

When he gifted Ivy a $5,000 diamond necklace for her birthday, I received a sapphire set worth $500,000.

I sealed all those gifts in the storage room, never opening them.

Each luxury item was like evidence, reminding me: he loved her, I just got the compensation.

But now, with my life in these men's hands, I had to gamble that he cared about me, even just a little.

"Number." The scarred man barked.

Trembling, I recited his private number, watching him dial.

Ring... ring...

Each tone cut like a knife.

Then, the call connected.

"Hello?" A sickeningly sweet voice came through, carrying a familiar laugh.

Ivy Hart.

My heart sank.

"Ivy," I struggled to keep my voice steady, "Put Ryan on the phone. I... I have an emergency-"

"Oh, Serena." She laughed softly, each note stabbing my heart like needles.

"You really know how to pick your timing. Ryan's at the charity gala right now. You know how important today is, don't you? Don't bother him."

The kidnappers beside me burst into laughter.

"Haha! Did you hear that? Her husband doesn't want to talk to her!"

"I told you she was delusional!"

I clenched my jaw, my palms bleeding from my nails digging in.

"Ivy, listen to me." I lowered my voice, crushing my dignity bit by bit.

"Go to the storage room in the Blackwood mansion, code 0503. You know what those things are worth. I'll trade them for one minute with Ryan."

A brief silence on the other end, followed by her slight intake of breath-she knew I wasn't lying.

"Fine," she said languidly. "But make it quick."

Moments later, I heard his familiar yet cold voice.

"What is it?"

Hearing him, I nearly broke down crying. "Ryan, I-please-something's happened, I-"

"Serena." He cut me off, his tone filled with impatience and contempt.

"Do you have to make a scene right now? I didn't bring you to the gala, and I'll make it up to you. A villa. I've already arranged it. Can't you just behave yourself?"

A villa.

I froze, feeling like someone had hollowed out my chest with bare hands. Had he bought Ivy a house?

Tears welled in my eyes as a broken laugh escaped my throat.

"Ryan, you make me sick." I enunciated each blood-soaked word. "You and that bitch... you'll regret this someday!"

"You-" he seemed about to say something, but I was already screaming with all my might, my voice hoarse and breaking: "I hope you both rot in hell!"

The phone slammed down.

The kidnappers tossed the phone aside, laughing.

"So she really is Blackwood's wife." The scarred man grabbed my hair, yanking my face upward.

"Too bad you're not a valued wife. Since you can't give us the money we want, we'll just collect some interest ourselves."

"Let go of me!" I fought desperately, but their hands were rough and strong.

Fear and humiliation exploded inside me.

Like a cornered animal, I suddenly lunged forward, sinking my teeth into one man's wrist. The taste of blood immediately flooded my mouth.

"AHHH!! You crazy bitch!" he screamed, releasing me.

I stumbled toward the door, bare feet slapping against the cold cement, my heart threatening to burst through my chest.

The night air hit my face as I half-ran, half-crawled toward the lake.

Behind me came furious roars and hurried footsteps.

No time. No way back.

I plunged into the pitch-black water.

The cold pierced my skin like a thousand needles, suffocation and terror nearly tearing my chest apart, but I kept swimming forward into the deeper darkness. Each stroke felt like racing against death itself.

I won't die here. I won't be Sophie Hart's shadow anymore.

As consciousness began to fade and darkness closed in from all sides, my final thought was crystal clear and resolute-

I'm escaping this marriage for good. Even if it costs me my life.

Serena's POV

I woke to the sterile smell of antiseptic and the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment. My entire body felt like it had been trampled by a herd of stampeding horses.

Through blurry vision, I could make out the figure of Simon Graves, Ryan's personal assistant, standing awkwardly near the window of my hospital room.

"Mrs. Blackwood, you're awake," Simon said, his voice betraying relief tinged with discomfort.

"How long have I been here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Two days," Simon replied. "A fisherman found you washed up near the shore and called emergency services. You had severe blood loss, three broken ribs, and numerous lacerations."

"Where's Ryan?" I asked, my voice raspy from disuse.

The memories came flooding back-the kidnapping, the phone call, my desperate escape into the lake. "Does he know what happened?"

Simon shifted nervously, avoiding eye contact. "Mr. Blackwood is... attending to some important matters. He asked me to stay with you until you regained consciousness."

The hollowness in my chest expanded.

Even now, after I had nearly died, Ryan couldn't be bothered to sit by my bedside. Three years of marriage, and I wasn't worth even a few hours of his time.

"I understand," I said quietly. "You can go now. Thank you for coming."

He simply nodded and left the room.

I sat alone in the hospital bed, my heart aching with cold emptiness. I tried to accept that Ryan didn't love me, but I couldn't help trying to convince myself that maybe he truly did have something important to attend to.

But then the door suddenly opened again.

I thought it might be Simon returning, but when I looked up, I saw a familiar beautiful face framed by golden waves.

My heart sank as Ivy Hart glided in, her face arranged in a mask of concern that didn't reach her eyes.

"Oh, dear Serena!" she exclaimed with theatrical concern, clutching a bouquet of lilies-flowers I was allergic to, as she well knew.

"Everyone at the family house has been absolutely beside themselves with worry!"

She barely paused to breathe before continuing, her tone syrupy sweet.

"Ryan has been so overwhelmed. You know how he gets when the family's reputation is on the line. His wife getting kidnapped? It's been a public relations nightmare."

I remained silent, watching her performance unfold.

"The doctors say you'll make a full recovery," she said, arranging the lilies where their pollen would most easily reach me.

"Though... they did mention some concerning bruising.Ryan's been awfully anxious about how you got yourself into such a situation."

The implication was clear-she was suggesting I had somehow brought this upon myself.

"So Ryan sent you, did he?" I asked coldly, my voice flat and devoid of warmth.

"Of course not," she replied quickly, with mock sincerity. "I only came because... seeing you reminds me so much of my sister. It's sentimental, really."

"Save the act for Ryan," I said, my voice like ice. "I'm not your audience."

Ivy's saccharine smile finally slipped. Her eyes swept over me, "I just thought I'd see how far you had fallen."

Then she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Honestly, I'm disappointed you didn't die, but I've gained quite a bit from this, so thank you for your gift. I hope you can recognize your place. In Ryan's eyes, you're nothing."

The verbal dagger struck precisely where she intended-right through my heart.

"But don't worry," she continued sweetly, "Ryan knows his duty to the family includes maintaining appearances with his... stand-in wife."

I stared at her, too exhausted to even feel anger anymore. "Is there something specific you wanted, Ivy?"

"Oh!" she exclaimed, feigning distraction. "I nearly forgot to tell you about the charity gala last night. Ryan made such a generous donation in Sophie's memory. He also bought me a small apartment near NYU."

I knew that place. It was the apartment where Sophie and Ryan had once lived together.

As she spoke, her phone slipped from her hand, clattering to the floor between us. The screen illuminated with a photo that made my blood freeze in my veins.

It showed Ryan carrying Ivy into the Crescent Moon Hotel-the most exclusive venue in the city-his arms wrapped intimately around her waist, her head nestled against his chest.

The timestamp showed 2:17 AM-while I had been fighting for my life in this hospital bed.

"Oops!" Ivy giggled, retrieving her phone. "How clumsy of me. You shouldn't be seeing this right now."

My stomach churned violently. While I lay here broken and bleeding, my husband had been taking my kidnapping as an opportunity to rekindle things with his dead girlfriend's sister.

Something inside me finally snapped.

Three years of silent suffering, of trying to be the perfect wife, of accepting crumbs of attention from a man who had never wanted me-it all culminated in this moment of perfect clarity.

Without hesitation, I reached out and slapped Ivy Hart across her smug face, the crack of skin against skin reverberating through the sterile room.

"You shameless bitch," I hissed, my voice low and dangerous.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice how you've been throwing yourself at my husband for three years? How many times have you 'accidentally' touched him, needed his help, arranged to be alone with him? You're pathetic."

Ivy's hand flew to her reddening cheek, her eyes wide with shock. "How dare you-"

The door swung open, and Ryan Blackwood stood in the threshold, his powerful frame filling the doorway.

His normally immaculate appearance was slightly disheveled, as if he'd dressed in a hurry.

His piercing gray-blue eyes took in the scene-Ivy clutching her cheek, me sitting upright in bed with fury radiating from every pore.

In three swift strides, he was at my bedside, his hand clamping around my wrist with bruising force.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled, his face inches from mine.

I met his gaze without flinching, something I'd never done before. "Exactly what I should have done years ago-standing up for myself."

"You will apologize to Ivy immediately," he commanded, his voice dropping to that dangerous tone that had always made me shrink before.

But something had changed within me.

Perhaps it was the near-death experience, or perhaps it was the final, undeniable proof that I meant nothing to him.

Whatever it was, his command washed over me without effect.

"I will not," I replied coldly. "While I was being kidnapped, beaten, and fighting for my life, you were taking her to hotel rooms. I think I'm the one who deserves an apology."

Ryan's eyes widened slightly-the only hint that my defiance had taken him by surprise.

"What hotel?" he said, voice cold and clipped."I've already told you-we're not what you think.And you're forgetting your place, Serena."

"My place?" I laughed bitterly. "My place as your stand-in? Your replacement wife? The convenient body you married because I looked like Sophie?"

"That's enough," he snarled, his fingers tightening around my wrist.

"Ryan, it's okay," Ivy interjected tearfully. "She's clearly traumatized from her ordeal. We should be understanding."

The gentle concern in her voice as she placed her hand on Ryan's arm made me want to vomit. More disgusting was how he immediately softened at her touch.

"The doctor says you'll be discharged tomorrow," Ryan said, abruptly changing the subject. "Simon will arrange for a car to take you home. Once there, you'll remain in our quarters until this incident blows over.

The last thing the Blackwood family needs is gossip about their lady being kidnapped due to her own carelessness."

His words struck me like physical blows. No concern for my wellbeing. No questions about what had happened. Just orders about how I should behave to preserve his precious reputation.

"After I'm discharged," I said quietly, my voice steady despite the storm raging within me, "I want a divorce."

Serena's POV

The room went deathly silent. Ryan stared at me as if I'd spoken in an alien language.

I slipped the wedding band from my finger and tossed it onto the floor at his feet, where it landed with a small, definitive ping.

"Your debt of saving my life was repaid years ago," I continued, each word precise and final. "This replacement game ends now. I'm done being Sophie's shadow."

Ryan's face transformed with shock before darkening with fury. He leaned forward, his hands gripping the rails of my hospital bed until the metal creaked under his strength.

"What did you just say?" he growled, his voice barely above a whisper.

I met his gaze unflinchingly, my eyes as cold as winter ice. "I said I want a divorce."

Ryan's eyes darkened dangerously, his face transforming into a thunderstorm of barely contained rage.

The hospital room's air pressure seemed to drop instantly, the atmosphere becoming suffocating with his dominant presence.

He stared at me with cold intensity, his voice cutting like ice. "Serena, you dare bring up divorce as if it's some kind of game?"

"This isn't a game," I replied steadily. "Our marriage was never real-it was a business arrangement brokered by your grandmother, but you never wanted me, and I'm done pretending otherwise."

His large hand gripped my waist firmly as he pinned me against the bed, his voice low and fierce: "What gives you the right to ask for a divorce? Without me, how would you survive in the outside world?"

I responded coldly: "I'm physically healthy and mentally sound. Why couldn't I survive on my own?"

Ryan clenched his jaw as he stared at me, his gaze growing increasingly cold.

I stared back defiantly, my lips curling into a mocking smile. "Is Mr. Blackwood unwilling to divorce? Don't tell me you'd actually miss having me as Sophie's replacement?"

"You constantly talk about how much you loved Sophie, yet you end up with another woman pretending she's her... don't you find that pathetic?"

The veins on Ryan's hand bulged as his eyes trembled with rage. "Who do you think you are? You're not even worth missing!"

"Good to know," I said, pushing down the ache in my chest as I forced a brittle smile.

"So you should have no problem signing the divorce papers. Even if I die out there, it won't be your concern."

Ryan's nostrils flared, fury radiating off him in silent waves."And what if I refuse?"

"Then I'll go public," I threatened. "I'll tell everyone how the great Ryan Blackwood treats his wife-how he lets her be kidnapped and beaten while he's busy taking another woman to hotel rooms."

Ryan's eyes flashed dangerously. "You wouldn't dare bring family business to the public."

"Try me," I whispered, surprising myself with the steel in my voice.

"I have nothing left to lose."

For a moment, I thought he might actually lunge at me-his body was coiled tight with rage, his eyes burning with a fury I'd never witnessed before.

But then, remarkably, he stepped back.

"Fine," he spat. "You want a divorce? You'll get one. But remember this, Serena-once you walk away from being my wife, you lose everything. My protection, my resources, your position. You'll be nothing but homeless without connections."

I smiled then, a small, sad smile. "I was never anything else to you anyway."

His jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding.

Without another word, he turned and stormed from the room, the door slamming behind him with enough force to rattle the medical equipment.

"You've made a terrible mistake," she said at last, voice sharp but trembling at the edges. "No one walks away from Ryan Blackwood."

I let out a tired breath, meeting her eyes without flinching. "Isn't this what you wanted all along?"

She stiffened. "What are you talking about?"

"You wanted me gone. You wanted him. You've had both now."

Ivy opened her mouth, then closed it again, faltering. "I just-"

"I don't care." My voice was flat, final. "Get out, Ivy. And take your damn lilies with you."

When the door closed behind her, I finally allowed the tears I'd been holding back to fall.

Not tears of regret or sadness-but tears of relief, of release. For the first time in three years, I felt something stirring within me that I'd almost forgotten existed.

Hope.

Three days later, I was discharged from the hospital.

I had my lawyer draft divorce papers and send them to Ryan's office. Then I called Maya, my best friend from before my marriage.

"Hey, any chance I could crash at your place for a while?" I asked, trying to sound casual despite the way my hand trembled holding the phone.

"What?" Maya's surprise was evident even through the phone. "Doesn't that wealthy husband of yours own like a dozen properties? Why do you need to stay with me? Some kind of rich people roleplay thing?"

I bit my lip. "I'm divorcing him. Walking away with nothing but what's mine."

There was a shocked silence on the other end before Maya exclaimed, "Are you serious? I thought you said it was love at first sight with him!"

"Yeah, well... I married in the heat of the moment only to discover I was just a clown in his circus," I replied, forcing lightness into my voice. "If it's inconvenient, I can always find a hotel."

"No, no, no! You're absolutely staying with me!" Maya quickly responded. "But listen, Serena... since you're divorcing him and won't be spending all your time orbiting around a man anymore, would you consider coming back to work? To our business?"

"I really need you."She hesitated, then confessed, "Honestly, I'm desperate. Celeste-my most promising designer-is in serious trouble. "

"If I don't find someone to take over her pending orders, I'll be designing jewelry from a cardboard box on the street."

I frowned, caught off guard.

Maya and I had met four years ago, back when we were both junior designers at a small, cutthroat company.

I'd made waves early on, my instinct for jewelry design quickly gaining attention after a few standout pieces earned buzz in the industry.

Eventually, when the company became too restrictive-bleeding us dry without giving credit-we left together, we founded Dreamland Studio, where our creative spirits could truly flourish.

After marrying Ryan, I had transferred all my shares to Maya, and she had been running the business successfully for years. What could have happened so suddenly?