Semua Bab Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet : Bab 221 - Bab 230

Isabel’s POVI stand by the tall glass window of my office, arms crossed loosely over my chest as I stare down at the city below. The buildings look so small from up here, people even smaller—rushing, unaware, while my world sits on pause. The guilt creeps up again, a slow, suffocating weight in my chest.Roy is still in that hospital bed, motionless, while the person responsible walks around freely like nothing ever happened. It doesn’t sit right. It never will.Roy has always been my anchor—right from the very first day I met him. He’s always been there, shielding me from storms I didn’t even see coming. Fierce. Loyal. Gentle. Protective. He made sure nothing ever touched me on his watch. And what have I done for him in return? Nothing. I couldn’t even bring justice to the one person who has always had my back. The one person who gave me stability when the ground beneath my feet kept crumbling.Just then, the door opens gently. Christine steps in, tablet in hand, her expression a ble

Isabel’s POVI freeze.Grace does too.We both turn sharply toward the bed, hearts caught in our throats.Roy’s fingers twitch again—barely, but I see it. I’m not imagining it.Before either of us can say a word, the door swings open. The doctor steps in, clipboard in hand, eyes calm but alert.“I saw something,” Grace says quickly, her voice trembling. “He moved. Just now. His fingers.”The doctor strides over, doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. He checks the monitors, then lifts Roy’s wrist gently, watching for a response.A beat. Two.Then he nods, looking between us. “It’s slight,” he says, “but it’s something.”My pulse thunders. “What does that mean?”“He’s not fully conscious,” the doctor explains, “but this kind of response usually points to neurological activity. Sometimes, patients begin reacting to familiar voices or emotional stimuli. It means he’s hearing you… at some level. And that’s a good sign.”Grace lets out a shaky breath, a hand flying to her chest like she’s j

Cynthia’s POVThe paper is still folded.It lies on the table in front of me, untouched, unopened — exactly as I left it hours ago. My fingers had grazed it, curled around the edges with glee… but I never unfolded it. I didn’t need to. Not then.Because in my mind, I already knew.I was so sure.I paced the room, a twisted sort of joy rushing through me, playing out every possible scenario of Isabel’s downfall. Her face when she finds out. The silence. The collapse of that perfect little world she’d rebuilt.I imagined it all — built an empire of vengeance in my head before even reading the truth.But now… now the silence feels heavier.My chest tightens as I sit before the paper again.Why haven’t I read it?Why am I suddenly afraid?I reach for it. My fingers tremble — just slightly. It’s ridiculous. I should be savoring this moment. This is what I wanted.And yet…A breath catches in my throat as I finally unfold the results.My eyes scan the page—And then everything stills.Silen

Alexander’s POVShe walks away slowly, but her words linger, haunting me.“I never cheated.”The sentence loops in my head like a cursed line from a film I can’t stop watching. My chest tightens. Confusion swirls inside me—doubt, denial, anger. What the hell is she trying to do? Pretend like I have no proof? Is she hoping I’ve let it go?But the photo…Yes, the photo.The image slams into my mind like a wrecking ball. The rage it stirs in me sets my legs in motion before I can think. I’m already moving, already running after her. My heart pounds harder with each step as my hand reaches out and catches her arm.She jerks slightly, startled, turning to face me.Just for a second—just a breath—our eyes lock. Something about the way she looks at me… it shakes me. Then, just like that, she yanks her arm out of my grip.“I’m really not in the mood right now to continue talking to you,” she says, voice cold. “So please—”“No,” I cut her off, breathing hard. “We have to talk. I can’t hold thi

Aria’s POVI take a sip of my drink, the cool liquid settling into the pit of my stomach like a quiet storm. My fingers curl slightly as I set the glass down on the table, the soft clink sounding louder than I expect in the quiet. “I’m sorry I had to call you out here tonight,” I say, turning toward Collins.He looks… oddly pleased, like someone who’s been waiting for this moment longer than he’s willing to admit. For someone given a last-minute call, he seems anything but inconvenienced. There’s a relaxed ease in the way he leans back, that familiar glimmer in his eyes that says I’m exactly where I want to be.He shakes his head almost instantly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No, it’s nothing, Aria. In fact, I’m glad you called.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I needed to be out anyway. Been so caught up with work lately, I forgot what the outside world looked like.”I watch him for a beat—really watch him—then sniff quietly and return my gaze to the drink in front of me, th