All Chapters of Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet : Chapter 251 - Chapter 254

Isabel’s POVI shove the door open with all the strength I have left. Heat smacks into me like a wall, thick and punishing. I stumble forward, coughing hard as smoke coils through the air—dense, choking, alive. It bleeds into everything, curling like black veins through the room, swallowing the walls, the ceiling, the floor beneath my feet. I can barely see.My chest tightens. Every breath feels like I’m inhaling fire.I reach for my pocket, for my phone—only to realize it’s not there. My gaze darts behind me. I must’ve dropped it in the room back there. A small, rectangular lifeline now lost in the chaos. My heart thunders. I hesitate, caught between going back and forging ahead. Seconds stretch. Going back could kill me. Staying here could too.I cough again, harder this time. I raise my arm and press the inside of my elbow over my nose, trying to shield myself. It barely helps. The smoke is everywhere—so thick, so fast. I stumble forward, my body trembling as I find my way to the

Cynthia’s POVI stand by the tall window, arms folded, imagining the smoke still lingering in the air. In my mind, the fire is fresh, the chaos still burning. A smug smile tugs at my lips. For once, everything feels still. Like victory.But the moment shatters.The door bursts open, slamming against the wall with a sharp crack. I don’t flinch. I don’t have to turn to know who it is. I can feel her presence before she speaks. My mother.Her heels scrape against the floor as she storms in. Her dress, a dark satin that fits her like armor, sways around her ankles. Her lips are drawn tight, her eyes blazing with disbelief.“Don’t tell me you had a hand in the fire burn that took place today,” she says, her voice rushed, breathless, but biting.I don’t respond.My silence stretches like a taut wire, humming with unsaid truths. I can see it in her eyes—the way they narrow, the way her shoulders stiffen. My lack of denial says more than words ever could.She exhales sharply, a sound that tea