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60 What’s coming…
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Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet 225 The fall apart
Alexander’s POVThe cold hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead as I sit in the visiting room, my fingers laced tightly together on the table, tension knotted in every joint. The chill of this place—the walls, the silence, the smell of metal and regret—crawls into my skin. I’ve never visited anyone in prison before. I never thought I’d have to visit my own mother like this.She sits on the other side of the thick glass, her posture regal despite the orange jumpsuit hanging off her like a loose secret. Her eyes lift slowly to meet mine, sharp as ever. But there’s something in them… something buried deep.“You’re finally here to see your mother,” she says, her voice brittle with mock amusement. “But with that look on your face, I bet you’re happy I’m gone. At least now, there’ll be no one to get in your way, no one to get on your shoes again.”She scoffs.But I see through it.The words don’t land with truth. They’re laced with a bitterness that feels rehearsed, a defense mechanism.
Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet 224 Between Her and Me
Isabel’s POVI freeze.Grace does too.We both turn sharply toward the bed, hearts caught in our throats.Roy’s fingers twitch again—barely, but I see it. I’m not imagining it.Before either of us can say a word, the door swings open. The doctor steps in, clipboard in hand, eyes calm but alert.“I saw something,” Grace says quickly, her voice trembling. “He moved. Just now. His fingers.”The doctor strides over, doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. He checks the monitors, then lifts Roy’s wrist gently, watching for a response.A beat. Two.Then he nods, looking between us. “It’s slight,” he says, “but it’s something.”My pulse thunders. “What does that mean?”“He’s not fully conscious,” the doctor explains, “but this kind of response usually points to neurological activity. Sometimes, patients begin reacting to familiar voices or emotional stimuli. It means he’s hearing you… at some level. And that’s a good sign.”Grace lets out a shaky breath, a hand flying to her chest like she’s j
Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet 223 He stirs
Isabel’s POVThe air feels thick, like something unspoken has been hanging between us for too long. Grace stands a few feet away, her eyes locked on mine, and for a moment—just a heartbeat—I see something flicker across her face. It’s fleeting, but sharp enough to make me pause. Is it guilt? Worry? Regret? I can’t tell. It flashes and disappears too fast, like the tail end of a dream you can’t quite grasp after waking.I brace myself, my spine instinctively straightening as she takes a step toward me—quick, yet measured. Like she isn’t sure who she’s looking at. Like I’m a ghost from a memory she doesn’t trust. I think she’s going to accuse me, demand answers—but then, she halts just inches away and lifts her hand, palm trembling slightly.“Isabel,” she says, and my name falls from her lips with a softness I didn’t expect—gentle, full of something I dare not name. Emotion. Warmth. Pain. All tangled together.I stare at her, stunned, as her fingers reach out and wrap around mine. My ey
Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet 222 Ten steps ahead
Isabel’s POVI stand by the tall glass window of my office, arms crossed loosely over my chest as I stare down at the city below. The buildings look so small from up here, people even smaller—rushing, unaware, while my world sits on pause. The guilt creeps up again, a slow, suffocating weight in my chest.Roy is still in that hospital bed, motionless, while the person responsible walks around freely like nothing ever happened. It doesn’t sit right. It never will.Roy has always been my anchor—right from the very first day I met him. He’s always been there, shielding me from storms I didn’t even see coming. Fierce. Loyal. Gentle. Protective. He made sure nothing ever touched me on his watch. And what have I done for him in return? Nothing. I couldn’t even bring justice to the one person who has always had my back. The one person who gave me stability when the ground beneath my feet kept crumbling.Just then, the door opens gently. Christine steps in, tablet in hand, her expression a ble
Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet 221 Not anymore
Alexander’s POVCynthia strides into the room like she owns it—heels clicking, posture razor-sharp. She takes the last empty seat at the boardroom table, eyes sweeping over each person like she’s sizing them up for a game only she understands. Then, her voice cuts through the quiet.“I see you all talking about a new chairperson,” she says smoothly. “Wouldn’t that have to be the person holding the highest shares?”Her words are calm, but there’s a bite beneath them. A challenge. The kind that demands everyone listen. I sit up straighter, heart skipping a beat.“What are you trying to do?” I call out before I can stop myself. “And about the shares—what exactly are you saying, Cynthia?”She lands her gaze on me with unsettling ease, like she’s been waiting for that question. There’s a flicker of something—assurance, maybe. But I know Cynthia too well. With her, it’s always layers upon layers. A never-ending drama.One of the board members, an older man with salt-and-pepper hair, leans f
Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet 220 Silent room
Cynthia’s POVHe walks away.Just like that.No glance back. No hesitation.And I laugh. Low. Disbelieving. A scoff that pushes past my lips before I can stop it.“You think feeling pity for Isabel and siding with her will work?” I say it into the silence he leaves behind, bitterness lacing every word. “No way, Alexander. You don’t get to wash your hands clean of guilt by standing against me.”My voice trembles—not with fear, but with rage. With the injustice of it all.“There’s nothing you can do,” I mutter, louder now. “We’re tied together. Whether you like it or not, we’ll always be stuck.”I exhale, long and deep, letting the weight lift off my shoulders. “Now that old hag is finally out of this house…” My lips curl into a grin. “I can breathe.”God, the space feels lighter already.“I knew this day would come,” I whisper, pacing slowly across the hallway. “That’s why I endured it all—her insults, her condescension, the way she looked at me like I was some pathetic outsider beggin
Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet 219 What’s Left of Us
Alexander’s POVI stand there. Frozen.My legs won’t move, and my thoughts feel like a jumbled, tangled mess that refuses to settle. I can’t even feel the weight of the door closing behind the officers—can’t feel anything, really. Just the echo of their voices. The cuffs. The quiet obedience on my mother’s face as they led her away.I thought I’d have time.I thought coming home first… sitting with her, hearing her side of the story—maybe it’d help me make sense of all this. Maybe I’d be able to tell what was true and what wasn’t. But it’s already too late.“She has confessed.”That’s all the officer said before he walked out.I bend my head back and take a shuddering breath, dragging my hands slowly down my face like it’ll help wipe the numbness off.Confessed.That means… she did everything?She’s the one who wanted Isabel gone?My own mother.I don’t know what to believe anymore.The woman who raised me—strong, cold, proud—didn’t even put up a fight. That’s what unsettles me the mo
Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet 218 Her Grip, My Fight
Isabel’s POVI finally manage to push myself out of the living room, my legs moving before my mind catches up. The moment the heavy doors open, a gust of fresh air hits me like a slap—cold and sharp, and far too late. My lungs welcome it greedily, but my chest still feels tight, like I’m dragging a thousand bricks behind me. I stop at the top of the stairs, watching as Sabrina is shoved into the back of a police car. Her hands are cuffed, her head lowered, her face blank. No screams. No explanations. Just silence.This isn’t what I wanted.A hard lump settles in my throat as I stare at her. I didn’t come here for this. I didn’t want Sabrina to take the fall, not like this. Now that she’s confessed… how the hell am I going to prove Cynthia’s hand in any of this?“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath, my fist clenching tightly at my side as frustration coils hot beneath my skin.Then—“What’s gotten you thinking so hard like this?”The voice slices through my thoughts like a jagged knife.
Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet 217 Twisted confessions
Isabel’s POVI scoff, folding my arms as I shift my gaze to Sabrina. “What are you trying to do, Sabrina?” My voice slices through the room, low but sharp. “How dare you lie—or worse, try to twist the truth in front of everyone here?”The officers watch, unmoving, as I take a breath, trying to hold onto the edge of control. I turn to them, my tone firm, voice steady. “Don’t mind her. I’m sure she’s been made to say all this. The Sabrina I know wouldn’t take the blame for something she didn’t do. Not like this. Besides,” I pause, looking pointedly at her, “how does she explain the evidence we have? The link we found between the Castillos and the person in question? This isn’t a story you can bury with theatrics.For a flicker of a second—barely a heartbeat—I see it. Shock. A flicker that flits across her face before it’s gone, replaced by a scoff. Slow. Hollow. She lands her gaze on me, eyes unreadable, digging into something I can’t quite understand. But there’s something off. The way
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