My Ex-Husband's Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Freya arrived home, her heart racing with several disturbing thoughts. Her driver pulled into the driveway, and Freya's eyes scanned the front of the house for any sign of Noah or Diego.But there was nothing. No sign of life, no indication that anyone was home.Then, her driver killed the engine and the car screeched to a halt. Without thinking twice, Freya leapt out of the car and sprinted towards the front door, her anxiety spiked. She ransacked her purse for her keys, her hands trembling as she unlocked the door and burst inside.Then she stopped abruptly, realizing no one was home, which explained why the house was locked. Her eyes scanned the empty living room, her face etched with uncertainty. The silence in the house was deafening and scary as well.Freya let out a deep sigh, pulling herself together. Slowly, she took her seat on the couch, reminding herself that Diego was with Noah. But why weren't they home yet?Her heart raced as she pulled out her phone and dialed Diego's

Diego walked cautiously into the abandoned warehouse, his heart racing with anticipation and uncertainty. The creaking of the old wooden door beneath his hand echoed through the vast space, making him feel like an intruder. He hesitated for a few seconds, scanning the room first as if contemplating whether to go on or turn back before it was too late.Then, once again, thoughts of Noah flashed in his mind and his determination rekindled. The urge to protect Noah clouded his senses and made him blind to the possibilities of danger lying ahead.Slowly, he took a bold step forward, his expression hardened. As he entered, the faint light from the setting sun outside struggled to penetrate the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The air inside was stale and musty, thick with the scent of decay and neglect. Diego recoiled in disgust, and his chest tightened as he coughed a few times, having been clearly not used to such an environment as that. He hid his face behi

6:16PMFreya's eyes darted frantically around her living room, her gaze lingering on the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time.The evening sun had long since dipped below the horizon, yet her son and the man she loved the most weren't home yet. Diego hadn't called her back, neither was he picking her calls.She paced back and forth across the floor, her feet moving with a restless energy as her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides, and her breath came in as short, sharp gasps. She felt like she was losing her mind, her anxiety spiraling out of control with each passing minute. What brought about their sudden disappearance? Had something happened to them?She continued her frantic pacing, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She was one step away from involving the police. After all, all it took was to dial “911”.However, she had to be sure of the exact situation they were in first before raising an alarm. Though h

The paramedics arrived at the scene and burst into the room only to see the unconscious man who lay in Freya's arms. As they began to prepare their first aid supplies. Freya's sobs grew louder, her body shaking with convulsive grief. She felt like she was losing the love of her life, and she couldn't bear the thought of living without him. As she held him in her arms, she felt a sense of desperation wash over her. She didn't want to accept the fact that he might be gone. She held him tighter, as if she could will him back to life.Her face was red with anguish, and her eyes puffy from crying. She couldn't bear to say goodbye. Her heart was wrenched, and her spirits dampened. Right before the paramedics took Diego away, Freya gently placed her fingers on his wrist, feeling for a pulse. At first, she couldn't detect anything, and her heart sank in despair. But then, after a while of patience, she felt a faint, weak pulse beating.Her heart leaped with a sense of relief and hope — he was

The waiting room was quiet except for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of papers at the reception desk. The atmosphere was still, the kind of quiet that felt heavy and unnatural.Freya sat stiffly in one of the hard plastic chairs, her hands gripping the edge of her seat. Her eyes kept darting to the double doors of the emergency unit at the far end of the room, every nerve in her body tense. Diego’s life was behind those doors, and the uncertainty was suffocating.She felt like she was holding her breath, afraid to let it out in case it broke the fragile silence. Her emotions were spilled all over, tears welling up in her eyes. She had promised herself she wouldn't shed tears anymore and that Diego was going to survive. However, the feeling of self-pity washed over her as she reflected on all she had faced alongside her loved ones in just one day.Noah sat beside her, his small legs swinging just above the floor. His face was pale, his usual spark di