All Chapters of Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Aria’s POVI haven’t been feeling like myself lately.The fatigue, the nausea, the strange sensitivity to smells—it’s been creeping in slowly, unsettling and unfamiliar. At first, I told myself it was just stress. Work’s been overwhelming, and maybe I’ve just been pushing too hard again. But now, there’s something deeper, something heavier sitting in my gut that won’t go away.Whatever it is, I need answers. Today.I slip on a hoodie, tug the cap lower over my forehead, and step into the hospital, the clean scent of antiseptic hitting me hard. My sneakers echo down the hallway as I make my way toward Dr. Maynard’s office. I keep my head down, hoping no one notices me. It’s been a while since the whole incident with Eva, but the whispers never truly die down.Even though everything’s been “settled,” the stigma lingers like old perfume—too faint to name but strong enough to make you self-conscious. I still find myself hiding, as though shame is something stitched into my skin. If anyone

Alexander’s POVI still feel… lost.Isabel’s words haven’t stopped replaying in my head.They’re mine.Scarlett. Sterling. My children.My flesh and blood.The truth hits harder each time I let it settle. All this time—I’ve been in the dark. Watching them from a distance, thinking they belonged to someone else. To Roy. And she let me believe that. She looked me in the eye and let me think they weren’t mine. She must have hated me a lot to shut me out like that. And maybe… maybe she had every reason to.God, the way I treated her during our marriage.But still. Still.I—I don’t know.Frustration swells in my chest like a fire I can’t put out.Should I do what she asked—turn a blind eye? Stay away?But how can I?How can she tell me not to go near my own children after dropping that truth on me?Even without knowing, I’d always felt something—something magnetic about those kids. It was more than coincidence. I used to think I was losing my mind, hoping they were mine… only for reality t

Cynthia’s POVI’m still looking down at the envelope in his hand, a soft smile tugging at my lips as he steps further into the room. It feels like something is finally falling into place. My mother’s eyes narrow with confusion from her spot close to me.“What’s that?” she asks, her voice sharp with suspicion.He stops in front of me, stretching the envelope out with both hands as if handing me something sacred. “Here, ma’am. The result you asked me to pick up from the hospital.”My fingers curl around the envelope almost too eagerly. I don’t wait. Not for her questions. Not for the tension simmering in the air. I tear it open, breath catching as I slide out the paper inside and raise it to my face.My smile fades.Not a match.My heart stutters. “Not a match?” I whisper, voice flat, disbelieving. I look up slowly, my head lifting toward my mother, whose face is already contorted with silent questions.“They’re not Alexander’s children,” I say quietly. “Scarlett and Sterling… they belo

Isabel’s POVThe moment I see her at the door, everything in me tightens. Roy and I exchange a glance, silent but telling. His brow furrows slightly, and he leans closer to me, his voice low but firm.“We’ll talk later,” he says, eyes flicking toward Sabrina, then back to me. “This looks like something you need to handle.”He brushes my arm gently before stepping aside. I nod faintly, my gaze locked on the woman standing a few feet away like a ghost from my past who doesn’t know she’s not welcome.Sabrina steps into the room with cautious grace, eyes sweeping slowly over the space as if expecting someone else to appear. I stay quiet, watching her every move, and as she takes another step forward, a small scoff escapes me. I murmur under my breath, almost to myself, “Unbelievable. Lately, I’ve been getting more surprise visitors than I care for. First, Aria—begging for a second chance, desperate to be part of my and Roy’s wedding. And now this? Sabrina?”I take a step back, slowly mak

Alexander’s POVI’m parked right in front of the park—the same one where I’ve been secretly meeting up with Scarlett and Sterling. It’s quiet from the outside, but I already know what’s inside. That familiar mix of chaos and laughter, of kids running wild while parents pretend to keep up.I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white. A sigh slips out, heavy and ragged, pressing against the ache in my chest. This might be the last time. The last time I’ll sit here, waiting for a glimpse of them.It’s not going to be easy.How can I just stop seeing them?This is a tough one, Alexander. But if the situation calls for it… then I have to. I have to stop sneaking around and start doing things right.Which means facing Isabel.And I don’t even know how to begin that. I’m the last person she wants to see—much less talk to. But if that’s the only way to be with my children again, then I have to go through her. I need to find my way back.I draw in a shaky breath, running my hand throu