บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-Husband's Regret: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The news anchor gazed directly into the camera and began, "Breaking news: Business tycoon Desmond July files lawsuit against estranged wife, Freya July, citing abandonment and breach of marital contract." Diego, watching the news with keen anticipation, suddenly looked around, hoping Freya was too busy in the kitchen to hear the news. With a sense of urgency, he grabbed the TV remote and turned down the volume. His face darkened and his fists clenched in irritation. Yet another scandal on the news. The news anchor went on, “A shocking development has emerged in the highly publicized separation of business tycoon Desmond July and his estranged wife, Freya July. According to sources, Desmond July has filed a lawsuit against Freya, citing abandonment and breach of marital contract…” Diego leaned back in his living room couch, his face contorted in a displeased frown. He rubbed his chin several times in a thoughtful way, his mind racing with measures and countermeasures, even if th

Another bright morning sun cast its warm, golden light upon Bayside Bistro, illuminating the elegant facade of the restaurant. The soft rays shone across the gleaming glass windows, highlighting the subtle curves of the building's exterior design. The gentle morning breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the enticing aromas wafting from the restaurant's kitchen.Just then, a sleek crimson-red sports car halted in front of the restaurant, its tires scrunching against the pavement.With a sense of urgency and duty, the driver alighted and circled the car in order to open the door for his boss.As he held the door open for her, Freya stepped out of the vehicle with poise and confidence, her long, straight chestnut hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Her alluring and expressive brown eyes sparkled in the morning light, radiating a sense of warmth and hospitality.Her outfit was a blend of style and sophistication. She wore a crisp, white blou

All eyes were fixed on Attorney Simon as he approached the witness stand, ready for his direct examination.With a warm smile, he began, “Mr. July, can you please tell the court about your relationship with your wife, Freya?"At his lawyer's question, Desmond's expression turned sentimental in a way Freya thought to be glaringly fake. "We had our ups and downs, but I loved her. I provided for her and our son, Noah. We had a good life together. I tried my best to be a better husband to her, a better father to Noah”, he said, his tone soft and gentle.Attorney Simon nodded encouragingly and asked further, "And can you describe your relationship with your son, Noah?"Desmond's eyes softened and glittered with unshed tears, his face red with anguish. As a reaction, Freya and Diego exchanged displeased glances at Desmond's ”nasty” show of insincere emotions. “Noah is my world. I've always been a devoted father to him. I coached his soccer team, attended his school events…I was always ther

The sun was setting over Freya's house, casting a warm orange glow. Just then, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb in front of Freya's house, the engine purring softly as the driver put it in park. Turning the car engine off, the driver sat still for a moment, his eyes fixed steadily on the house, his jaw clenched in anger. He shook his head in indignation, his eyes burning with intense hatred.With an angry snort, he finally pushed open the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, his eyes never leaving the house.Shutting the car door with a soft click, he strode up the walkway, his footsteps echoing off the quiet evening air. As he reached the porch, he paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorbell as if indecisive on whether to push it or not. Then, with a sudden burst of anger, he rapped sharply on the door, the sound echoing through the stillness.Just then, he heard Freya's curious voice from within, “Who is it?”He said nothing in response, glaring intensely at

7:45 AMFreya hurried around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for Noah and herself before they headed out— her to work, Noah to school. The morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen window illuminated her busy movements as she prepared breakfast, though her thoughts were very far from the kitchen. She reflected on the most recent court's proceedings as she expertly cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them together with a fork, and then poured the mixture into a hot skillet. Memories of the humiliation she had faced at the witness stand in the last court hearing resurfaced in her mind, sending a ripple of self reproach through her. Why had she allowed Desmond and his lawyer to belittle her?As she worked and pondered on the court case, Freya called out to Noah, who was still in his room. "Noah, sweetie, time to get up! We don't want to be late for school!" Then she paused, listening carefully for Noah's response. She expected to hear the sound of his footsteps or the rustle of h