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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
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2026-03-17 23:52:05
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Once His Wife, Now His Regret CHARTER FORTY
The morning sun slipped through, and I groaned, dragging a pillow over my face and pressing it down as if I could smother the light out of existence.Then I heard a familiar voice, "Good morning." Lucy.And I wondered what on earth was she doing here this early?"Why are you here so early," I muttered, face still buried in the pillow.But she gave a soft laugh as if I had just said something ridiculous. Well, there’s no harm in being here, but by this time…"Lottie.""Mm.""It's past noon."I froze.Then I yanked the pillow off my face and instantly regretted it as a sharp headache slammed into me as the light stabbed straight through my eyes. It felt like something inside my skull was trying to claw its way out. With a groan, I shoved the pillow back over my face, pressing it tight."I always knew you’re a bad drinker, but I didn’t realize you lose your memory afterwards. Is this something new?"Lose memory?What’s she talking about?I frowned beneath the pillow and then, slowly,
Once His Wife, Now His Regret CHARTER FORTY
The morning sun slipped through, and I groaned, dragging a pillow over my face and pressing it down as if I could smother the light out of existence.Then I heard a familiar voice, "Good morning." Lucy.And I wondered what on earth was she doing here this early?"Why are you here so early," I muttered, face still buried in the pillow.But she gave a soft laugh as if I had just said something ridiculous. Well, there’s no harm in being here, but by this time…"Lottie.""Mm.""It's past noon."I froze.Then I yanked the pillow off my face and instantly regretted it as a sharp headache slammed into me as the light stabbed straight through my eyes. It felt like something inside my skull was trying to claw its way out. With a groan, I shoved the pillow back over my face, pressing it tight."I always knew you’re a bad drinker, but I didn’t realize you lose your memory afterwards. Is this something new?"Lose memory?What’s she talking about?I frowned beneath the pillow and then, slowly,
Once His Wife, Now His Regret CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
“What?! Thirty billion!”“Oh my goodness, is that really Sinclair heiress?!”“No way…I heard they are filthy rich but 30 billion dollars?!”Flora’s face drained of color. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Beneath her mask, her eyes stared at me in shock. While the murmuring around us kept growing louder;“I can’t believe she just did that to the heiress.”“Who does she think she is!”“The Sinclair family is the second most affluent family in the country, and now she’s offended her.”“The Wellington family’s good days are finally coming to an end.”Hearing all that only made Clyde more scared and his voice quickly turned cold and commanding.“Apologize.”Flora blinked, as if she had not heard him properly, her head snapping toward Clyde. “What?”“I said apologize to her right now,” Clyde repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.Flora’s fingers clenched tightly at her sides.“Clyde’s, it’s me. Why will I apologize ....”“That doesn’t matter,” Clyde cut her off sharply. “You
Once His Wife, Now His Regret CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
There was a loud gasp in the room, followed by a wave of whispers. The news of Flora's announcement as Clyde's wife must be quite shocking.It’s not that the public wasn’t aware of his marriage in the first place, but rumours had painted me into many shapes—a famous actress, a noble lady, or a doctor from a powerful family. There was even a rumor that I might be the ex-president’s daughter, simply because his daughter had a secret marriage on the same day as ours.But no one could ever guess the truth. That his wife was just an ordinary worker in his company.And the Wellington family? They never once tried to correct it or release a public statement. After all, they would rather keep their perfect image than admit their daughter-in-law was just an orphan with no background.And now, his mistress stood here, proudly claiming that title all because throughout my marriage, I’d never made a public appearance.I almost laughed as I watched as Flora lifted her chin and basked in admira
Once His Wife, Now His Regret CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
As I entered the restroom, I shut the door immediately and leaned my back against it. I closed my eyes and took a long, slow breath.I stood like that for a moment, letting all the words Clyde has said about me echoed on my head, turning them into fuel.Clyde Wellington. You really never disappoint me.After a minute, I opened my eyes and walked toward the mirror. I set my purse on the counter, removed my mask, and stared at my reflection for a moment.I am no longer that pathetic and weak Charlotte Harper who swallowed every insult with a polite smile. That woman is gone. And I have absolutely no intention of mourning her.Just then my phone vibrated. I reached into my purse and checked the notification, only to see an image of Clyde and me— the exact moment he caught me before I fell; his hands on my waist, his face close to mine, the two of us looking every bit like something we were not.I stared at it for a moment, holding the phone steady in my hand, thinking and just as an id
Once His Wife, Now His Regret CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
The car rolled to a smooth stop and moments later, the door was opened. I stepped out, the night air brushing softly against my skin as I adjusted my long ivory silk gown—column-cut and floor-length, its deep halter back dipping low, leaving my spine bare to the small of my waist.I lifted my gaze and looked at the grand hotel that was right before me, its lights spilling down the wide staircase like a silent invitation. And for a second, I stood still, taking it all in. “I can do this.” I assured myself. And then with my diamond-studded clutch resting lightly in my hand, I straightened my shoulders and began climbing the stairs.The moment I stepped inside and gave my name, I was escorted to the ballroom where the party was in full swing. My eyes swept over the surroundings through my mask—ivory and gold filigree, resting above my nose, shielding my eyes and the bridge of my nose while leaving my mouth bare. It was just enough to conceal my identity… enough to keep Clyde from recog
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