All Chapters of Ex Husband's Regret ~ Now He Wants Me Back? : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Danielle's POVThe streets were quieter than usual, with just the hum of distant traffic and the occasional bark of a dog in the background. I clutched my bag tightly as I stepped out of the cab, glancing at the address on my phone again to make sure I was heading in the right direction. Daniel had called earlier with some updates, and I was too anxious to wait until morning to hear them.He was somewhere in town and I'd insisted on coming to the place even if he'd tried to make me wait till morning.Jayden was attending a business meeting and I knew he'd not let me go out once he was back. I didn't wait for that. I called Cindy to come over and watch the baby and I called Charles only when I was close to my destination. He was to go and be with Cindy. The air was cold against my skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the busy day I had just endured. I thought about turning back and getting back to my car but decided against it. It wasn’t that far, and I needed the fresh air to clea

Danielle's POVI was sitting at the kitchen table, trying to focus on the stack of paperwork in front of me. It had been a long, exhausting day, and there was still so much to get through. The files I was sorting through seemed to blur together, all the words merging into one long, unending line of text. I could hardly concentrate. My thoughts kept drifting, spiraling back to what I had learned about my biological parents. The private investigator had sent me a lead a few days ago, and it was almost too good to be true.I couldn’t stop thinking about that message from Daniel. I wanted to get all the details he had available and I wanted to also share with Jayden. The progress was commendable and it made me jittery. I stared at the stack of paperwork that I'd volunteered to take home and shook my head. Work was usually my one escape. It was one way I could actually forget about everything. The phone buzzed on the table, pulling me from my thoughts. I grabbed it quickly, my heart racin

Katherine's POV Danielle found her real parents. Billionaire philanthropists. Nothing stung more than this new revelation.I was still going to strike. It wasn’t just about getting Jayden back. That ship had sailed a long time ago. It was making them see what they thought they had and losing it.Zeddy had been more than helpful in getting me started. His connections were wide-reaching, and his wealth was an endless source of potential leverage. I had already started assembling a new crew—people who could do what needed to be done, without hesitation. There was no room for weakness in this world. I needed to strike at the heart of Danielle and Jayden's lives, tear them apart piece by piece.I was sitting in one of Zeddy’s private meeting rooms, the faint hum of the city below us. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, my mind already running through all the ways I could make this work. Zeddy was sitting across from me, his expression unreadable. He had been helpful, but I could sens

Katherine's POV I sat in the corner of a damp, crumbling room, listening to the faint hum of the city outside. My crew—what little of it remained—was scattered, arrested, or hiding like rats in the walls. Everything I’d built was gone, torn apart piece by piece by Danielle’s real parents.I had not seen it coming. Everything happened all at once and too fast. It had moved from Zeddy withdrawing his support and my Mafia colleagues asking what was wrong and why it was hard to fund them and fund myself, to being a scapegoat for Danielle's new parents.Everything I thought I had was an illusion. Perhaps, I never really did have anything. How had I been foolish enough to agree with Zeddy each time he said that I had everything was one thing I didn't understand. Perhaps, I didn't get enough from him when I could. I hadn't thought he'd leave so abruptly and now there was no way he was ever coming back. What if he was right and it was true that I'd never be able to get the revenge I wanted

Jayden's POVThe house was finally quiet. The chaos of the last few weeks was settling down, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe. Danielle had put our son to bed, and now we were alone. Just the two of us. It felt like the right moment—no interruptions, no lingering danger. I had been waiting for this, for a chance to talk to her without the weight of the world pressing down on us.I sat on the couch, staring at the soft glow of the lamp in the corner. I could hear her moving around in the kitchen, putting away dishes. Every little sound she made seemed to fill the room, making it harder to focus. I had been thinking about what to say for days, rehearsing the words in my head, but now that the moment was here, everything felt like a blur.When she finally walked into the living room, she looked surprised to see me sitting there. Her hair was loose, falling in soft waves around her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she looked tired but beautif