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Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret I dont need your help
—SAMANTHA—"Let me go." I simply said, my eyes cold at my ex-husband who barely recognized me. But the bastard still held me and it grated my nerves. Bile rose in my throat with disgust. Ophelia glared daggers at me. Her grip on Zeke tightened possessively. "Darling, we should go inside," she purred, shooting me a venomous look. But Zeke wasn’t listening. He was too busy studying me, his gaze unnervingly intense. "Have we met before?" My lips parted to retort, but no sound came out because a concerned hand landed on my arm. Maryjane. Her face pale. "Samantha, are you alright—" Shit! “SAMANTHA?!” Zeke’s voice cut through the noise, sharp with disbelief. His eyes widened. His grip on Ophelia slackened. Ophelia gasped with disbelief. Now they all know nMy ex-husband stood there, staring at me with wide eyes. His expression shifted from confusion to stunned silence. He quickly grabbed my arm again. I didn’t mean to freeze, but it happened. My body remembered things my mind
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret The auction
—SAMANTHA—Night had arrived, wrapping the city in a silence. Inside the room, the only sound was the gentle strokes of a makeup brush on my skin.I sat before the vanity mirror in my black evening gown. The dress fit perfectly. Elegant but powerful, with a slit that traced the line of my leg. I felt no nerves. Only cold, steady calm."Almost done," Maryjane stood behind me, her brows furrowed in concentration as she finished applying the final touch of lip gloss to my lips.When she stepped back to admire her work, her eyes went wide."Sam..." She breathed. "You look absolutely stunning."I smiled, though it never touched my eyes. "Thank you, MJ."She set down the brush and grinned while I studied my reflection. The woman staring back was a stranger. All sharp cheekbones and dangerous red lips. My hair, once wild with curls, now sat sleek and pinned in an elegant updo. A few strands framed my face, but there was nothing soft about me anymore.This wasn't the Samantha who got pushed
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret The invitation
—SAMANTHA— After hours of flying, the tires of the plane finally hit the ground with a soft jolt.We had landed.I was back.Skyline City.The name alone once filled me with fear. Now, it felt like a challenge I was ready to face. As the plane taxied and passengers began unbuckling their seatbelts, I gently woke Amore.“Sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing her hair back, “we’re here.”She blinked her sleepy eyes and nodded, still too tired to speak.I stood up, pulling our small carry-on from the overhead bin, then helped her down from the seat. Together, we walked out of the plane and through the long corridors of the airport. I held her hand tightly, never letting go.Once we collected our luggage, I stepped outside into the open air.The city looked almost the same. Busy streets, people rushing, honking cars, chatter, and movement everywhere. Yet something in me had changed so much, it all felt different now. I stood by the curb, bags at my feet, one hand holding Amore’s tiny finger
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret Airport
—SAMANTHA— “How are you doing, Aunt?” I spoke softly, holding the phone close to my ear.I stood by the large window in the airport, my hand gently stroking Amore’s curly hair as she rested against me. My bags were beside me, all packed and ready.“I’m doing well, sweetheart,” Aunt Penelope’s warm voice came through the phone. “And how’s my little sunshine?”I smiled and looked down at Amore, who was half-asleep in my arms, her thumb in her mouth.“She’s right here with me,” I said gently. “She’s doing great.”“Good,” Aunt Penelope said with a light chuckle. “Give her a big kiss from me. And call me once you land, alright?”“I will. Thank you, Auntie.”“Have a safe flight, love. And don’t forget—stand tall. You are stronger than you think.”For a moment I didn't speak, a lump forming in my throat. “Thank you,” I finally whispered, swallowing hard before she hung up.The call ended, and I just stood there, phone still in hand. For a moment, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.A
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret Searching For Her
—DALTON— The bass thumped through the floor of the exclusive clubhouse, shaking the air and pounding against my chest like a second heartbeat. Laughter and chatter filled the space, mixed with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and cheap perfume. Neon lights flashed in all directions, but I didn’t care for any of it.I sat in the VIP section, hidden in the shadows, swirling whiskey in my glass. Ice cubes clinked as I took a slow sip, the burn doing nothing to dull the thoughts gnawing at my skull. Logan lounged beside me, laughing at something one of the guys said. The others were deep in conversation—some business deal, jokes, and women, none of it interesting. Because my mind wasn’t here… It hadn’t been for a long time. My fingers tightened around the glass. “You good, bro?” Logan leaned closer, trying to speak over the music.I didn't look at him, detached. “Fine.”Lie. I wasn’t fine. To be honest, I hadn’t been fine in five damn years.Not since she left. Samantha.That woman—
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret Five Years Later
—SAMANTHA— Five years.Five long years.That’s how long it had been since I ran away from Skyline City—ran away from everything and everyone I once knew.I wasn’t the same woman anymore.The poor girl who was humiliated by Zeke Frost and his family? She no longer existed. Or maybe the weak woman who let the Montclairs step over her? News flash; Dead and gone! Now, I was Alice McQueen.The name alone made people freeze. CEOs bowed. Investors begged. Enemies watched in fear.No one—not Zeke, either Dalton, or their families—knew the truth. No one knew that behind the name Alice McQueen was the same country bumkin they once laughed at.I had built an empire from ashes.My company, Star Galaxy, was worth billions. I owned luxury hotels, fashion brands, tech companies, and even a private airline. I had everything they once told me I’d never have. Everything they tried to take from me.But I wasn’t done.Not yet… I swirled the glass of bourbon in my hand, the ice clinking softly. The li
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret Escaping
—SAMANTHA— The next morning, the sun was out and the whole mansion was quiet. Amore had gone out with Mrs Beatrice and her nanny Lily. Meanwhile I haven't seen Dalton since morning. I deliberately stayed back in my room until I was certain he must have gone to the office. Maryjane had called a few hours ago and I was on my way to meet at the restaurant we frequented. Walking down the hallway of the mansion, I clutched my purse close to my side. My heels clicked lightly against the marble floor, but I barely noticed. My mind was far away.My thoughts kept going back to last night.Dalton.The way he kissed me.The way he touched me.How he looked into my eyes like I mattered.Even after all the awkwardness this morning, even after pretending everything was fine, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.I told myself it was just a mistake. That it didn’t mean anything. But a part of me… a small, stupid part… kept wondering.What if it did mean something?But then Dalton didn't know I wasn
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret Morning After
—SAMANTHA— The morning sun poured through the thin white curtains like warm honey. It touched my face first, and I stirred slowly. My eyes fluttered open, feeling heavy. My whole body ached, especially between my thighs. There was a dull, throbbing soreness that made it hard to move.I groaned and tried to sit up, but my muscles screamed in protest. I felt tired in a way I never had before.What happened?My brows furrowed, trying to remember, and then suddenly everything rushed back.The party.Jessica.The corridor.The room.Dalton! Oh my God. I gasped, my heart jumping in panic as I looked down and realized… I was naked! My dress was nowhere in sight. A blanket covered me, but underneath… I was completely, utterly bare.Slowly I turned to my side.And that’s when I saw him. Dalton.Lying right beside me. The covers were low on his waist, showing off his bare chest, tanned and toned. His strong arm was stretched across the bed. His dark hair was messy, his face relaxed. Even in
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret Drugged
—SAMANTHA Pov—I gasped, eyes flying to the source of the noise.A woman had been shoved out of a room.She landed hard on her knees with a sharp wince.“Jessica?!” I breathed.She looked up quickly, pain flashing in her eyes before it turned to rage. Her lip was bleeding slightly. Her expensive dress was wrinkled. She didn’t say anything to me—just shot a hateful glare, then turned back to the door behind her.“What the hell…” I whispered, striding toward her.But before I could take another step… a large hand grabbed me.“Hey—!” I yelped as I was yanked into the room.The door slammed behind me.My back hit a warm, hard chest.“Let me go—!” I started to protest, twisting in the grip.But then I saw his face.“Dalton?!”His body pressed me against the wall, his hands rough, his mouth crashing on mine before I could even scream. What the hell? Not like earlier in the hallway. This one was more forceful, more desperate. Like he couldn’t control himself.I pushed at his chest, confus
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