The Ex-Husband's Endless Regret

Our story started with a single, reckless night of sin while he was drugged.

But I didn't regret it.

After that night, I foolishly believed I had claimed his heart.

For six years, we were inseparable and became a couple that made the entire underworld envious.

However, everything was changed when I overheard him laughing with his capos outside the lounge.

"Vincent, when will you put a ring on Lyra’s finger?"

My footsteps froze. Then, his voice, still cold and utterly merciless, cut through the door.

"She’s nothing but a fuck buddy. How could I marry her?"

My heart hammered against my ribs, a sudden, violent warning. A suffocating, dead silence fell over the lounge.

"When I broke up with my ex, she asked me to try dating other women. If we still have feelings for each other after six years, we’d reunite. We have a deal." His tone was chillingly calm. "My trial is over. It’s time for her to come back."

"What about Lyra?" Another capo asked, sounding almost pitying.

"I’ll throw her a fake wedding." Vincent replied, a cruel smirk audible in his voice. "Let her have little fantasy. It’s the least I can do before I discard her."

A glacial chill seeped into my veins, making my fingertips tremble. Six years of affection…All those moments I thought were real were nothing but a twisted, calculated trial. Tears blurred my vision, but I refused to let them fall.

I resolutely turned on my heel and walked away into the shadows. By dawn, I booked a one-way flight to Switzerland.

I have no memory of stumbling out of the club. The neon lights and the bass of the music were just a sickening blur. Moments later, Vincent emerged, surrounded by his men. He didn't look back. He just slid into his Maybach and drove off into the night.

Wiping my tears away in a frantic daze, I threw myself into the first cab that stopped.

"Follow that Maybach up ahead." I ordered, my voice trembling but resolute. I needed to see his ex with my own eyes. I had to know the woman who had haunted his mind all the time and I could never defeat for six years.

Vincent pulled over nearby the terminal at the international airport. I threw a wad of cash at the driver and practically fell out of the car, hiding in the shadows behind a concrete pillar.

Vincent stood by the exit. A moment later, a woman in a white dress stepped out, dragging a suitcase behind her. Her silhouette was soft and delicate. But, I was astonished at the sight of her face as if lightning had struck me to the core.

She is Elara Borgia, my step-sister.

I could have accepted him falling for anyone, but why did it have to be Elara Borgia? I bit down on my lower lip so hard and tasted the metallic tang of blood, completely numb with the pain.

Falling into a trance, I