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Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret The food
—SAMANTHA— By late afternoon, my body screamed for rest.My eyes stung from staring at the screen for hours, my inbox had been a nightmare, and every few minutes there was a knock on my door demanding a signature or decision. Reports. Financials. Strategy reviews. Meetings. Phone calls.Ryan wasn’t around today. If he were, the work would’ve flowed better—he was a calming presence and efficient to a fault. But no, the smooth-talker had vanished for some business meeting across the city, and I’d been left to deal with the entire empire alone.With a deep sigh, I slumped against my chair, peeled off my heels, and groaned as I massaged my aching toes. The relief was almost sinful.“God, I need to fire whoever invented stilettos,” I muttered.Just then—BANG! The door flew open and slammed against the wall, making me jump.“Who the hell—?!” I snapped, eyes flaring—until I saw the grinning face pop in like a sunbeam through storm clouds.“Surprise, boss lady!” Maryjane beamed.I couldn’t
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret I need evidences
—SAMANTHA— Dalton’s lips found mine again, slow and careful this time, his powerful hands ravaging every inch of my body, our moans filled the air, but my heart was screaming in panic.This wasn’t supposed to happen! I wasn’t supposed to feel this.I wasn’t supposed to want him.And yet here I was… drowning in his warmth. Sinking into the past that still haunted me.When his kiss stopped, and he pulled back slightly to look into my face, I turned my head away.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered.“But we did,” he said softly. “And you felt it.”I opened my mouth to argue but no words came out.We lay there, quiet.And when I finally turned back to face him again, I saw it.That same torment in his eyes.And that scared me more than anything.Because part of me… still wanted to believe him.“Sleep,” Dalton whispered in that deep, velvety voice that somehow settled the chaos inside me.I didn’t respond. I just let out a sigh and turned away, facing the other side of the bed, hop
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret Take me
—Samantha’s POV— I stood frozen, drenched and burning. Every part of me knew this was dangerous. He was dangerous. But still—his touch was warm, his coat smelled like him, and the storm outside suddenly didn’t feel so terrifying anymore.Without another word, Dalton pulled me forward, guiding me under the shelter of the archway. His hand never left my back, steady and firm.I didn’t say a word. Neither did he.But between the thunder, the rain, and the racing of my own heart—there was a silence thick with tension.One I was afraid might consume me if I let it.And God help me…A part of me didn’t want to resist.Dalton continued to lead me silently down the hallway of Serenity Villa. I could feel the heat of his hand still lingering on my back even after he dropped it. When we reached one of the guest rooms, he paused, turned slightly, and in that low, ever-commanding voice, said,“Goodnight.”Wait… what?I blinked, taken off guard. He wasn’t going to try and follow me in? Wasn’t th
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret His threat
—Samantha’s POV— The gala was over, but I was far from feeling the peace that should come after a successful event. My heels tapped with quiet rhythm against the marble steps as I made my way to the parking lot, my purse clutched tightly in one hand and annoyance pulsing in my veins.I had told Grace, Maryjane, and Ryan to head home. I didn’t want them hovering around me tonight—especially when my mood had sunk into irritation. Why? Because Dalton Montclair had disappeared without a single word, leaving me to drive his sick grandmother back to Serenity Villa.Coincidence? Please.My jaw ticked as I slid into the driver’s seat. The cool leather did little to calm me, especially not with Mrs. Bellamy already dozing off in the passenger seat, her fragile hands resting quietly on her lap, her head tilted gently to the side.A sigh escaped my mouth as I adjusted the mirror. “Typical,” I muttered, pulling out of the parking lot. “Disappears just when he was needed.”The city lights dimmed
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret I miss her
– Smantha’s POV – The gala’s lights glowed soft, the music a low hum as I stood frozen, staring at Mrs. Bellamy. Dalton’s grandmother. She looked elegant like I remembered, her silver hair in a tight bun, her dark green dress flowing, her cane steady in her hand. Her sharp eyes softened when they met mine, and my heart twisted again. Five years had passed since I last saw her, back when I was just Samantha, the country bumpkin. She’d been the only Montclair who treated me like family, kind and warm when the others sneered. I wasn’t mad at her, not like I was at Dalton or his overbearing relatives. “Samantha!" She called again excitedly, her voice gentle but strong. “Oh dear, you look beautiful.”I smiled, respectful, my gold dress catching the light. “Thank you, Mrs. Bellamy,” I said. “It’s good to see you again." She stepped closer, her cane tapping the marble floor. Everyone in the hall went silent as they watched us. I knew what was going on in their mind. “I miss Amore,” th
Revenge After Divorce: Ex-Husband Regret I don't trust you
—Samantha’s POV—My women in the large hall wanted to mingle with me or strike a conversation but I didnt give them any face. Those women in the elite circles were nothing more than snakes with fake smiles. And as for the men trying to catch my attention, I didn't spare a single glance. I know how the world works, when your rich and have something potential to offer, people flock around you. But when you're poor or having nothing, people look down on you like dirt. Of course, I was once in that shoe. The balcony air was cool, brushing my skin as I leaned against the marble railing. The city sparkled below, its lights like a puzzle I was still solving. I held Dalton’s note, my heart racing. “Meet me on the balcony. We need to talk. – D.” I came to get answers, not to play his games. I was Alice now, and I’d keep him at arm’s length.Dalton stepped out, his black tux sharp, his amber eyes shining. He looked too good, and it made me mad. “You showed up,” he said, his voice low, a sly
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