All Chapters of Regretting Divorce: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

291Claire ignored it for as long as it could. There came a moment, though, when she could do nothing but notice how he sat, silently watching her. He looked like a god himself. But he was mesmerized by her beauty as though she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen… And as if there was nobody like her. The man, however, had no idea that he was a fine specimen himself. Claire gulped a knot of desire, trying to focus on driving. It wasn't very long when she realized that asking to drive was a bad idea. Hunter looked seductive in his fitted suit. Every inch of him was calling out to her to jump in his lap and kiss the hëll out of him. That white shirt was inviting her to mark it with her red lipstick. The crisp collars were asking her to crease them in her hold— while those noticeable and enticing veins on his neck teased her, inviting her to trace them with her lips. His fine and toned physique filled half of the car as he exuded a sense of possession and domination. His loo

293Hunter clutched his hair, taking a second to control his rage and focus on the challenge at hand. He needed to be calm. Anxiety wasn't going to take him anywhere."Should I tell Claire? I don't want her to misunderstand me and the meetings I have with Mona. If she knows everything then I can easily deal with her. Even if she keeps nagging me, Claire will know the truth and understand my situation." Hunter told himself as Fred went out to bring Mona to his office."No. Claire will be worried and I've worried her enough. Mona is my problem. I'll deal with her without Claire knowing. Once she's taken care of, I'll tell her everything. After all, I've promised to not hide anything from her." Hunter smiled, having full faith in his love and his woman that she would understand.In the following minute, Mona entered his cabin. Fred and his twin Ned, were after her. They walked inside behind her and closed the door. They stood on each side of the door, hands folded across from them and wat

295Cole didn't waste a single second and arrived at the hotel. Being rich also meant being in control of many things in life. It was like a cakewalk for him to get into the hotel room booked by Mona. He used the help of the hotel's manager to hide the cameras in the best places, where Mona's face would be clearly visible. Through the manager he also learned that Mona prepared for an old bottle of wine to be sent to her room. She was looking forward to a lovely and hot night with Hunter. When he was leaving the hotel, he found out— through a cleaning staff member— that Mona Rocha had asked for drúg tablets. There was someone in the hotel— Name wasn't specified— who supplied such tablets for visitors on request, and it turned out that Mona was a frequently visiting customer in the hotel. That wasn't all! It was also claimed that Mona had hidden cameras of her own to expose Hunter. Cole's body had stiffened in anger. Mona was preparing to destroy Hunter's life. She wasn't just look

297Her body shivered, making Cole feel his own become numb. His voice was lost. He quietly listened to her as he tried to stay composed."S-sometimes they do it all day, all night... Even after I've fainted. T-they use me l-like I'm some kind of séx slave they have the permission to use for their release." She sobbed."Last week it went beyond my level of control, Cole. T-they i-inserted the e-end of a rifle d-deep inside of me. I... I just returned after seeking medical care. I... I don't want to g-go through the same pain again, Cole, which is why I called you here." Zara finished with a hiccup.She extended her trembling hands to get a hold of the glass of water kept beside her on a stool with a jug. Since the tremors running through her hands were wild and violent, the glass slipped from the stool and shattered in pieces while Zara yelped.She was badly traumatized by whatever was happening to her in the confinement."What am I supposed to do for whatever's happening to you?" He

299Evening, Hunter's room, Hunter's face was emotionless. It was one expression old Hunter used to wear on his face all the time. That cold expression could be the face of 'I don't give a fuck' phrase."Just this one time... And then, nothing and no one can stop me from being with my Dove." He muttered darkly to himself as he stared at his reflection.He was wearing a shirt. A black shirt— because Mona just messaged him, asking him to wear black shirt if he was going to choose the option of sleeping with her.Since there was no way he would take Claire there to apologize for no reason, he decided to fulfill this wish of Mona. After all, after this night, he was never going to see her. After this night, nothing was going to create obstacles in the path that led him to Claire.The glint in his eyes was ruthless. He wasn't happy wearing black. Though it was one of the colors he admired the most, today he despised it. Hunter vowed to not wear black unless it was for someone's funeral.