Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet : Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Cynthia’s POVI pace my room, barefoot against the cold marble floor. It’s been three days now. Three long, dragging days, and even though Alexander hasn’t said a word about the divorce he threw at me like a dagger, I still find myself restless. On edge.His silence—it speaks louder than any outburst could. There’s something in it. Something simmering beneath, and I don’t like it.What is he thinking?What is he up to?Even with my trail on him, I’ve gotten nothing useful. Just reports of him going to the office… spending time with Collins. That’s it.Could he be plotting something with Collins? I scoff under my breath. No way. He can’t still be dreaming about going through with that divorce. I told him what he stands to lose. Made it very clear. He got the message. I made damn sure of that.Thank goodness I was able to prove to him years ago that Sophia was his. That forged DNA result saved everything. He doesn’t know the truth. No one does. And it’s going to stay that way. Forever.

Cynthia’s POVI huff loudly the moment Isabel disappears from sight, my teeth gritting behind a bitter smile.Unbelievable. She dares to challenge me? Throw it in my face that she’s got more control over Alexander now? Damn you, Isabel! My God, sometimes I wish it had been you who burned down in that fire… not your godforsaken mother, Celyn. Why was it you who survived? You should have just died and never returned.I tilt my head slowly, letting the rage simmer beneath the surface. She doesn’t really know what I’m capable of. That’s the mistake she’s making. That’s why she thinks she can stand there and threaten me like she owns the world.If only she’d been a minute late… I was so close—so damn close to getting that strand of hair when she barged in.Damn it!Now I’ll need to find another way to get the sample I need, and this time, it’ll be harder. Isabel won’t make it easy—she’ll make damn sure I can’t even get near her children again.But why was it so difficult? Scarlett was righ

Cynthia’s POVI didn’t think today would go this smoothly. I thought it’d be a hassle, sneaking those brats away long enough to get their DNA samples. But fate, sweet fate, gave me a perfect setup. Isabel, in all her clueless glory, practically handed them to me on a silver platter when she brought them to the ice cream parlor.I chuckle, leaning back in the velvet chair, swirling the wine in my glass as I replay the scene. “Now that I’ve gotten their samples sent to the lab,” I murmur, sipping slowly, “it won’t be long before I know the truth. Whether or not those bastards really belong to Alexander.” I scoff, downing the rest of the drink, the glass hitting the table with a satisfying clink.Just then, the front door slams shut. I flinch. Alexander’s footsteps echo across the hallway like a storm building up. His face, crimson with rage, is the only thing I can see as he stalks toward me with fury burning in his eyes.“Where is he?” he barks. “Where did you hide him?”I blink, caugh

Cynthia’s POVI pace the narrow hallway, my heels clicking against the cold tiles. My palms are clammy, my breathing shallow. No, this can’t be happening. I press a hand to my chest, trying to steady my racing heart. I can’t let Alexander be tested. If he does, it’s going to ruin everything. Everything I’ve worked to protect…How can I stop this? My fingers twitch by my side. I have to stop this. But how?I snatch my phone from my bag, my hand shaking as I scroll through my contacts. One name. One person. James.I hit dial.It rings once. No answer.Twice. Nothing.A third time.Damn it! I grit my teeth. “Where the hell are you?” I hiss under my breath. “Too busy enjoying the comfort I handed you to answer your damn phone? Big fool.” The words tear through clenched teeth, harsh and tight with panic.I pace again, faster now, torn. Do I go to the blood room and drag Alexander out? Or do I confess? Tell the truth before it’s too late?I stop.My knees buckle slightly as I collapse into

Cynthia’s POVI never expected it to come to this.Not like this.The sound of Alexander’s fist slamming into James’s face echoes in my ears, over and over again, like a cruel rhythm that won’t stop. James just takes it—every hit, every blow—without flinching or raising a hand to defend himself. And that stirs something in me.Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s something deeper.I look toward the double doors of the theater, my heart squeezing. My daughter is in there, fighting for her life, and here’s her father—her real father—taking hits in silence because he knows he can’t afford to lash out. Because somewhere inside, he’s accepted the truth too.She’s his.And Alexander… he’s not just hitting James because of the truth about Sophia. No. This is about Isabel. About the man Alexander had been searching for in the shadows, to punish, to destroy. And now he’s found him. In the worst possible moment. If I don’t stop him now, he’s going to ruin everything. He’s going to disrupt the very peac