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Auteur: sheilla
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-30 01:02:00

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
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  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   36

    THE usual light dinner of the Laurents had come and gone.The laughter from the dining table had faded, the relatives who still stayed behind after another handful had left were either in the guest lounge or already retired to their rooms, and the mansion had settled into that quiet, expensive peace only old wealth seemed to carry.Outside, the garden glowed softly under the security lights.The night breeze moved lazily through the hedges, brushing against the flowers and carrying the scent of jasmine and white roses through the air.Alessia sat alone on one of the garden lounge chairs, her legs crossed elegantly, her hands resting on her lap.For once, she wasn’t scrolling aimlessly through her phone. She wasn’t thinking about Damien. Or Vanessa. Or divorce papers. Or betrayal.She was thinking nothing.Just peace, real absolute peace. The kind she had forgotten existed.She tilted her head back slightly, letting the cool evening air kiss her milk skin, and closed her eyes for a mom

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   35

    HE was back home and standing at the doorway, tall and calm as always, beautifully dressed. He had one hand still resting on the door, looking exactly like the kind of man women ruined their lives for.Raven’s breath caught.Ziva’s voice echoed faintly from the phone.“Raven? Hello? Raven?”But Raven wasn’t listening, she was staring, she was lost, utterly lost in this man's aura. Everytime meeting Carl was always like this, she couldn't control her reactions.Then the door had barely clicked shut behind him when Raven moved. Fast like she always did.The juice glass landed carelessly on the table with a soft clink, and the next second she was already rushing toward him.“Carl!”She threw herself at him without hesitation, arms wrapping around his neck as she laughed.“Oh my God, finally! Where have you been? Do you know how long I have been waiting? I missed you!”She hugged him too tightly, but Carl didn’t move, didn’t hug her back, didn’t even lift a hand. He just stood there by th

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   34

    CARL stared at the phone for a second. The screen kept lighting up, ringing. The caller persistent. Alessia stood beside him in the hallway, watching quietly, but not asking questions, not leaning in, not trying to see the name. She simply smiled faintly and tilted her head. “Aren’t you going to take that?” Carl glanced at her, then calmly pressed his phone silent, ignoring the call. The ringing sound stopped, but the phone kept buzzing. “No,” he said easily. “Nothing important.” Alessia raised a brow. “Nothing important?” He nodded, hands sliding into his pockets. “Nothing as important as standing here talking to you.” She let out a soft laugh. “That sounds suspiciously smooth, Mr. Orion.” “I am a very smooth man.” “Debatable.” He placed a hand dramatically on his chest. “You wound me.” She laughed again, shaking her head. “But seriously,” she said, “what if it’s work? Something from any of your company?” Carl sighed like a man carrying the world.

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   33

    MAISON stood by the door, tall and commanding, his presence alone enough to silence the room. His deep voice had cut through the warmth between mother and daughter like a blade.“I knew he was going to treat you that way.”Silence fell, heavy and tensed.Alessia slowly turned from where she stood beside her mother, her eyes faintly red from tears, confusion written all over her face.Her lips parted.“Dad? You… knew?”Sarah turned too, her brows pulling together.“Maison… what do you mean you knew?”Maison sighed heavily and walked further into the room, his sturdy frame carrying the kind of authority only years of power could build. In that suit of his, he looked like a man who ruled boardrooms with a single glance.He sat down slowly on the couch opposite them.“Yes,” he said. “I knew.”Alessia stared at him.“How?”Maison looked at her for a long moment before speaking.“Because I knew Damien’s father.”That made her freeze.Sarah folded her arms.“Cross?”Maison nodded once.“Yes.

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   32

    DINNER had long ended.The laughter had softened into smaller conversations, and the grand warmth of the evening had settled into something quieter, more intimate.A few relatives had already left after endless hugs and promises to visit again.Some remained outside in the garden, lounging beneath the evening lights, wine glasses in hand, enjoying the cool breeze and the luxury of family gossip.Inside the Laurent mansion, peace lingered.But behind that peace, important conversations were happening.…Mr. Laurent’s Study…Maison Laurent sat behind his massive mahogany desk, one hand resting against his chin, the other holding a glass of aged whiskey he had barely touched.Across from him sat Carl Orion.Relaxed and composed as ever.His grey suit jacket rested perfectly on him, his posture calm but sharp.The room itself felt like power.Old bookshelves, leather chairs, awards, company plaques, generations of success framed against polished walls.This was where decisions were made.A

  • From Wife to Boss: His Greatest Regret   31

    THE entire room had gone still.The joy, the laughter, the tears. Everything paused the moment that deep voice broke through the air.Someone had cleared his throat. And slowly, everyone had turned.There he stood.Mr. Laurent.Maison Laurent himself.Intimidately tall, broad-shouldered and sharp. A man built like authority. Even age had not softened him— it had only made him more intimidating.His presence alone could silence a room. His neatly tailored dark suit sat perfectly on him, every line precise, every movement controlled. His silver-streaked hair was combed back cleanly, his jaw firm, his eyes sharp enough to strip excuses before they were spoken.He looked like the kind of man who had built empires with one hand and buried competitors with the other.And he was looking directly at her.Alessia’s throat tightened, her fingers slowly curled. She had imagined this moment a thousand times.In some versions, he shouted.In others, he turned and walked away.In the worst ones, he

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