The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins novel Chapter 110

The CEO’s Regret: His Lost Wife’s Secret Twins

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Christine told the police she smelled alcohol on Aaron at the scene. She planted a bottle in the wreckage. Then she claimed she disposed of Aaron’s blood samples to protect Aria from the shame of having a drunk driver for a father. Everyone believed her because why wouldn’t they? She was just a loyal friend trying to spare a child more pain.”

“And Emma knew all of this.”

“Of course she did. But now she’s claiming she was too scared to speak up. Too young. Too traumatized. It’s the perfect excuse, isn’t it? She gets to keep her hands clean while Christine takes all the blame.”

Matthew turned back to me, his eyes burning with hatred. “Stay away from Aria. Don’t go looking for her. Don’t dishonor her memory with

your grief.”

“Matthew, I need to find her-

“No,” he cut me off. “You don’t get to play the grieving husband now. You had years to treat her right, and you chose to destroy her instead. Just like Emma chose to stay silent. The two of you deserve each other.”

He moved toward the door, then stopped and looked back at me. “Blake, you’re not worthy of her. You never were.”

The door closed behind him with a final click.

I sat alone in the sterile hospital room, surrounded by machines that confirmed I was still alive when I felt dead inside. Matthew’s words replayed in my head over and over, each repetition more painful than the last.

Through the window, I could see he was heading to another wing of the hospital. To visit Olivia, I realized. His sister who was pregnant and needed to be carefully monitored after collapsing when she heard about Aria.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table, needing to see these social media posts for myself. When I opened the apps, I was confronted with a barrage of negative comments about Aria-every single one calling her a gold-digger, a murderer’s daughter, a fake. Emma’s most rabid fans had flooded the internet with vicious rumors about Aria’s suicide.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I immediately called my cyber security team.

“I want every single negative post about Aria scrubbed from the internet,’ I ordered. ‘Every comment, every account spreading rumors – make them disappear. Now.”

“Understood, sir. We’ll get right on it.”

Within hours, the cleanup was complete. All the hateful comments had vanished without a trace. The accounts that had spread the most vicious rumors were gone as if they had never existed.

Hours later, I checked myself out of the hospital against medical advice. The rain outside matched my mood-relentless, dark, punishing. I

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slid into the back of my waiting Bentley.

‘Where to, sir?’ my driver asked.

“Peak Zero,” I answered without hesitation.

The drive passed in a blur. My mind kept returning to Aria’s face, to her voice, to all the moments I’d wasted. Every memory was a knife

twisting deeper.

When we arrived, I stepped out into the downpour without bothering with an umbrella. The cold rain drenched me immediately, soaking through my clothes to my skin. I didn’t care. I walked to the edge of the cliff where she had supposedly fallen.

I stood there, staring down at the churning ocean below. Was she really down there? Had those waters taken her away forever? I couldn’t

accept it. I wouldn’t.

The memory hit me without warning. Our first meeting at the Grant estate, years ago. She was reading under an oak tree, wearing a light pink dress. Completely absorbed in her book, oblivious to everything else.

I’d been annoyed that she didn’t notice me. Everyone noticed me. Everyone except Aria.

Then came our last conversation.

“I wish I’d never met you.” she had said.

She was right-I caused her pain despite loving her most. Love meant nothing when I hurt her deepest.

The realization crushed me, folding my body in half. I dropped to my knees on the wet ground, a pain like nothing I’d ever felt before ripping through my chest.

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