My Ex-Husband's Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

The dining room was cloaked in a heavy, tense silence. The soft clink of utensils on porcelain and the occasional scrape of a chair were the only sounds that punctuated the stillness. The chandelier above cast a warm, golden glow over the long mahogany table where Freya, Desmond and Noah sat together for dinner.Freya sat across from Desmond, her fingers lightly gripping her fork. She barely touched the food on her plate. Her gaze was fixed on him—unblinking, sharp and searching. He was eating methodically, cutting his steak with precision, his movements calm and deliberate.For days now, Desmond had been silent, almost as if he was avoiding her. It was strange and it bothered Freya so much. What was going through his head?He had changed—or at least, he wanted her to believe he had. Ever since she came back, he had stuck to his promise of becoming a changed man—it was unbelievable.His usual sharp remarks, the arrogant air, and the veiled threats had all disappeared. He had taken on

Desmond stood at a distance, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched the wild flames consume his company’s prized warehouse. The air was thick with smoke, the acrid stench of burning electronics assaulting his senses. The night sky glowed with a haunting orange, smoke rising like a veil into the darkness.Firefighters moved frantically, battling the towering flames with powerful jets of water, but it seemed futile. The fire was relentless, roaring louder than the panicked voices around him.The flashing lights of fire trucks and police cars painted his face in red and blue, highlighting the sheer panic etched in his expression. His chest heaved with each labored breath, the weight of his empire’s potential downfall pressing down on him like an iron fist.His hands trembled as he held the railings in front of him for support, his eyes fixed on the warehouse as it collapsed inward with a deafening crash. The fire was too intense; there was no saving the building."No…no

Desmond sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table in the opulent boardroom of his company's headquarters. The late morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp reflections off the glassy surface. However, the mood in the room was anything but bright. His board members sat in tense silence, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Their faces were painted with concern, brows furrowed, and lips pressed into thin lines.Desmond was no exception to the tension in the room. His nervous demeanor was carefully masked behind a serene expression, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.The CFO, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and a tense demeanor, cleared his throat and broke the silence. "Mr. July, as we discussed in last week’s meeting, there’s been an unexpected decline in profits this quarter. We’ve identified discrepancies in the financial flow, particularly in a few key investments that…"Desmond quickly held up a hand, his expression cal

The morning air buzzed with anticipation as Freya’s sleek crimson car rolled to a stop outside her restaurant. As soon as she stepped out of the car, a swarm of paparazzi and reporters rushed at her and flooded the sidewalk, cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward like weapons. The usual hum of the city had been replaced by chaos. The news of her stunning corporate coup had ignited a media frenzy overnight, and Freya was the woman of the hour—a force that had brought Desmond’s empire to its knees. Freya stood with an air of composed authority. Two security guards flanked her, but she didn’t hide behind them. Instead, she faced the crowd head-on, her expression calm and unreadable, like a queen surveying her subjects. Coming along with bodyguards was as though she had anticipated the attention after her stunning move against Desmond by becoming the chairwoman of the board the day before. She was dressed in a fitted white blazer over matching trousers, her chestnut hair

6:12 PMFreya’s car purred to a halt in front of Desmond’s mansion, and as she looked out the window, her eyes rolled heavenward in disgust.The sleek lines of the building glinted under the harsh glow of the driveway lights, an unwelcoming beacon that altered Freya’s relaxed mood.She and Noah had been gone for weeks, settling down in an apartment she had bought for silent getaways.She needed to get away from Desmond for a while—almost as if she was deliberately avoiding him after all the devious things she had done to ruin him.And she got the break she needed. However, facing Desmond was going to be scary. Though he had no proof of her hand in his business being on the verge of collapse, she was afraid of what he might do to her. Desmond hadn't changed one bit. He was still as despicable as ever.She turned to Noah, a faint smile crossing her face. “Noah honey, let's go,” she said softly, patting him gently on his head.Noah only gave a slight nod and got out of the car. Freya wat