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Author: sheilla
last update publish date: 2026-04-24 07:33:30

LAUGHTER floated lightly across the living room. Soft and polished one, comfortable even.

Helen sat at the center of it all, legs crossed elegantly, a glass of wine resting between her fingers. Across from her were two women— old friends, the kind that understood status without needing it explained.

“My dear, your son…” one of them said, swirling her wine gently. “He has done exceptionally well for himself at Maison Laurent. Truly.”

The other nodded in agreement.

“Oh yes, I have heard the s
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  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   25

    THE living room was unusually quiet that afternoon.Vanessa sat curled on the sofa, one hand resting lightly on her swollen belly, the other scrolling lazily through her phone. A half-finished glass of water sat on the table in front of her, forgotten. The air in the house felt heavier than usual, but she couldn’t quite place why.She shifted slightly.A small discomfort pulled through her lower abdomen.She paused.Then exhaled.“It’s nothing,” she murmured to herself, adjusting her position again.But a few seconds later, it came again, stronger and sharper this time.Her brows tightened. She slowly lowered her phone, placing both hands now on her stomach.“…That’s new,” she whispered.A sudden warmth spread beneath her. Her eyes dropped instantly. No. Her breath caught.“Wait…”She stood up abruptly.The moment she did, a rush of fluid followed.Her eyes widened, her lips parted in shock.“Oh no…”She froze.Then panic hit.“Damien!” she called out sharply, voice breaking. “Damien!

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   24

    NIGHT had swallowed the city whole, and on the top floor of the private VIP wing of St. Vincent Private Medical Center, silence sat like a threat.The room was large, expensive, and cold.Floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooked the glittering city lights below. Machines hummed softly in the background. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, sharp and clean.On the bed, half-reclined against white pillows, sat Dante Moreau.Even injured, he looked dangerous.A white bandage wrapped around his right hand, disappearing beneath the sleeve of his black shirt. Bruises marked the side of his jaw and cheekbone, fading into yellow and purple beneath the dim lights. His knuckles were still raw. A healing cut rested just above his brow.But none of that softened him.If anything, it made him look worse.More dangerous.His dark eyes were fixed on the city outside, unmoving, a glass of untouched whiskey resting on the side table beside him.Around the room stood four men in dark suits— hi

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   23

    THE bar was loud.Blaring music pulsing through the walls, glasses clinking, laughter spilling from every corner.Everyone looked like they were having a good time.Everyone except Damien.He sat alone at the counter, one hand wrapped around a glass, the other running slowly through his hair.He drank and took a pause.Drank again.His eyes stayed fixed somewhere ahead, but not on anything in particular. He was just… lost.“Another,” he muttered.The bartender hesitated for a second, then poured.Damien didn’t even look up. His jaw was tight but his thoughts weren’t.She really left.He exhaled sharply through his nose and took another sip.Then another.A voice cut through the noise behind him.“Damien!”A hand landed on his shoulder. He didn’t react immediately.Then slowly turned his head. Two of his friends stood there, grinning.“Wow,” one of them said, laughing. “You are actually here sulking?”The other chuckled.“Come on, man. You should be celebrating.”Damien frowned slightl

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   22

    THE breakfast was long over, but the calm after it still lingered in the penthouse.The living room was quiet, warm light spilling through the tall windows, the city outside already awake.Carl sat on one side of the space with a file in his hands, flipping through documents without much urgency. His posture was relaxed, but his focus wasn’t.Alessia stepped in slowly.She paused for a second, watching him. Then she walked over.Carl looked up before she reached him.“Hey,” he said simply.Alessia stopped beside him and gave a small smile.“Hey.”She sat next to him on the couch, folding her hands loosely in her lap.A small silence settled between them.Then she spoke first.“That breakfast… it was really nice.”Carl gave a faint smile.“I’m glad you liked it.”She nodded slightly.“Thank you.”He tilted his head.“It’s my pleasure. I have kind of… been wanting to do that for a long time.”Alessia blinked once. Then twice. Like she heard it but chose not to process it.She exhaled li

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   21

    HELEN frowned deeply.“Carl what?”Daisy scoffed.“There are plenty Carls who bears Orion in this world, Damien. Which one are you even talking about?”Damien looked at them, tired but firm.“Carl Orion I said.”For a second, the room went still.Then suddenly, Helen burst out laughing.“Carl Orion? Damien, please.”Daisy laughed too, shaking her head.“No, no… be serious. You mean that Carl Orion?”Helen waved her hand dismissively.“The CEO of Orion Group?”Daisy leaned back, still laughing.“That is not even funny.”Helen added, still chuckling,“Damien, you are stressed. You have started imagining things. I see the divorce barely 24 hours is already taking its toll on you.”Damien’s jaw tightened. What the hell was wrong with his family. Despite all his explanations?“I’m not imagining anything.”Daisy shook her head.“Impossible. Absolutely impossible.”Damien stepped forward slightly.“I saw him. I saw him come down from his car and walk up to her. We even exchanged words.”Hele

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   20

    DAMIEN sat heavily on the long cream sofa in his mother’s posh living room, his elbows resting on his knees, both hands clasped tightly together. His face looked tired, his jaw tense, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.Across from him, Helen stood like a storm waiting to break, one hand on her waist, the other holding a glass of wine she had barely touched.Beside her, Daisy sat with her legs crossed, arms folded, already annoyed.The silence was sharp.Helen was the first to break it.“So let me understand this clearly,” her voice was calm, too calm.“She packed her filth, walked out of your house, served you divorce papers, and you stood there watching?”Damien sighed.“Mother—”“No.” Helen cut him off sharply. “Do not ‘mother’ me. Answer me properly.”He rubbed his forehead.“Yes. She left, that's what I said.”Helen let out a dry, humorless laugh.“Incredible. Absolutely incredible.”She turned away and paced slowly.“That girl. That ungrateful… girl. After everything this family did

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