All Chapters of Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Alexander’s POVI sit in the dimly lit lounge of my family’s hotel, the only place that has ever felt like a sanctuary. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and polished wood, and the low hum of jazz plays in the background. Here, I can breathe—at least, I used to.I gulp down my drink, the burn trailing down my throat before I drop the glass onto the table with a loud thud. It echoes in the silence, but nothing drowns out the memories flooding my mind. Isabel’s face. The way she ignored my presence, focusing on Carl like I wasn’t even there. The way she smiled when she admitted to trying to sabotage the condo project by requesting the material cancellation.I don’t even know her anymore.They say people change when they have money, but maybe it’s not just that. Maybe she found something better—something worth throwing everything we once had away.I take another long gulp, but it does nothing to dull the ache in my chest. It’s ridiculous, really. Like some adolescent boy nu

Collins’ POV“So, from what you told me last night, you’ve been able to confirm the authenticity of the two documents,” I say, my voice low and measured, though barely masking my anger. I take a deep sigh, pressing hard on the file in my hand, as if the pressure might somehow contain the disappointment seething within me. “And the one my client, Eva, presented against Miss Aria is fake.” The words taste bitter on my tongue, my grip tightening around the edges of the file until they crumple under my fingers.“Yes, sir,” my secretary, Tessa, replies, but there’s a hesitance in her tone.I lift my gaze to her, my jaw tightening. “What else?”She holds out her iPad, her expression unreadable. “Also, sir, you need to see this.”I take the device from her, watching as she presses play. The video starts, and at first, nothing about it strikes me as urgent—just another scandalous clip meant to stir the public. But then, a name pulls me in like a hook sinking into flesh.“Aria Rousseau is no

Isabel’s POVThe door clicks gently as the doctor steps in, the soft sound cutting through the heavy silence in the room. His steps are measured, his presence calm yet professional, but none of it soothes the storm raging inside me. He moves toward the hospital bed, his hands steady as he checks Aria’s vitals, his gaze flicking over the monitors. His fingers press lightly against her wrist, checking her pulse, then move to adjust the IV line, ensuring the steady drip of medication.I rise from my seat, my legs moving before I can think, drawn closer by the weight of my worry. The tension in my chest tightens as I stand beside him, watching every movement with a desperation I can’t suppress. My fingers tremble as I clutch them together, my voice strained as I finally speak.“Doctor… it’s been twenty-four hours, and she’s still not awake.” My throat tightens, but I push through. “Is there something wrong? Please, do whatever it takes to get her treated. She’s…” My words falter, a lump r

Collins’ POVThe USB sits on my desk, small and unassuming, yet holding the weight of everything. I stare down at it, my mind pulling me back to my mind pulling back to that night, the moment Eva’s carefully guarded secrets came tumbling out. I can still see her sitting across from me, wringing her hands, her eyes darting around like a cornered animal.At first, she tried to lie. But I pushed. Hard. Until she finally broke.And then she said it. A name that refuses to leave my mind.Cynthia Castillo.My stomach twists. Cynthia. Alexander’s wife.How? What’s the connection?No matter how much I try to piece it together, I can’t make sense of it. The weight of the revelation presses down on me, a sickening mix of shock and realization.I exhale sharply, dragging a hand down my face. My gaze drops again to the USB on the table—the proof of everything. Eva’s confession. Her forced admission that she orchestrated the scandal, that she lied and destroyed Aria’s reputation for money.I made

Isabel’s POVCollins pulls on his jacket, his movements unhurried, deliberate. He clears his throat, then takes the seat directly opposite me, leaning back with an air of easy confidence. His sharp gaze locks onto mine, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.“Wow, Miss Claire Montgomery,” he drawls, his tone laced with amusement. “I never knew I could be of help to you someday.”I chuckle softly, shaking my head. He hasn’t changed. Collins was always quick with words, sharp and calculating, even back when I was married to his best friend. He had a way of baiting people, setting traps with nothing but his tone, and watching them walk right in.Facing him now feels like stepping into a familiar battlefield, but I push the feeling aside. I straighten, my expression cool.“I’m going to cut to the point, Mr. Collins West,” I say smoothly, meeting his gaze. “I’m not here for myself.”His smirk deepens, but before he can respond, I continue.“Where is Eva Langley?”The name lands between us like