บททั้งหมดของ Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet : บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

Alexander’s POVShe drops the words like stones, their weight filling every corner of the room, and then slowly turns her back to me. The silence between us is thick, heavy. She doesn’t look at me right away.“I know you’ve only seen me as an evil mother,” she begins, her voice calm but cracked at the edges, “one that doesn’t love her husband… the woman who brought ruin to her home, who caused the family to end up the way it is now.”She turns, her gaze sharp and deliberate as it meets mine. “But tell me, Alexander… how else could I have done it?” Her voice trembles but holds. “I don’t think any woman would have been able to forgive her husband that easily for betraying her. But I did. And that’s just how much I love your father. That’s how far I was willing to go to keep this family together.”She says it like she’s trying to convince herself as much as me. I stand there, frozen, my thoughts colliding all at once.“You don’t even know how I felt… what I went through when I found out

Collins’ POVDragging Alexander through the hospital doors isn’t exactly how I envisioned spending my morning, but I made up my mind—I’m not letting him dodge his check-up again. Ever since he got discharged, he’s been finding every excuse not to come. Says his hand doesn’t hurt that much anymore. But I’ve caught him more than once subtly wincing when he thinks no one’s watching. Just the slightest twitch, his hand curling like it’s aching beneath the skin. Yeah, no excuse this time.And now that he’s been a little full of life lately—thanks to patching things up with his mom—I figured this is the best time to get him to start taking his health seriously too.“Come on, dude,” Alexander groans beside me, his voice lazy with protest. “Do we have to do this today? My hand’s already healing, and besides, the doctor gave me some meds the last time I was here.”I shoot him a look. That look that says: Don’t even try me. The kind that’s quiet but immovable, like a wall he’s not getting past.

Aria’s POVI slam the door shut behind me, but of course, Collins is already inside. He’s in my living room now—he’d stubbornly followed me all the way home like I knew he would. I can feel the tension buzzing in my chest, my lungs tight. I take a deep breath, holding it in as long as I can before I spin around to face him.“I told you not to follow me,” I snap, my voice sharp, breathless. “You being here won’t make me change my mind over what I choose to do about the pregnancy. If I want to keep it or not, that’s my decision.”Collins takes a slow step toward me. Then another. His expression is soft but pained, eyes locked on mine like he’s trying to reach some hidden part of me. He wraps his arms around me gently, as if the world will fall apart if he moves too fast.“Please, Aria,” he whispers. “Please don’t do this. I promise you, I’ll be good to you and the baby. I’ll take care of you both. You don’t have to abort our child if you’re afraid… if you’re afraid because of me. Please

Isabel’s POVThe room stills.Felix’s voice crackles from the other end of the call, his tone low—shocked. “He’s not at the house,” he mutters. “Hasn’t been seen in days.”No one says a word. But the silence says everything.It confirms our suspicion. Victor, the chief of security is gone. Vanished like vapor—no trace, no trail. And just like that, the one man who could’ve led us straight to Selene is gone. Slipped through our fingers before we even knew to close them.I glance at Felix. His brows are furrowed deeply, his jaw clenching as he slowly lowers the phone. I can almost hear the wheels turning in his head. He takes a long, sharp breath before speaking, his voice steady but carrying the weight of betrayal.“I can’t believe I’ve been harboring a criminal under my roof all this time.” His voice deepens, tightens. “He’s betrayed me… and for that, he’s going to pay.”There’s no rage in his voice, just a cold promise that carries more weight than fury ever could.He turns toward my

Isabel’s POVThe basement is dim, quiet except for the ragged breath of the man tied to the chair.Malik.And standing over him… Alexander, his grip tight around Malik’s collar, fury thick in his posture. I freeze at the top of the stairs, stunned. His knuckles are white. His whole body tensed. Like he’s one second away from snapping.I can’t believe what I’m seeing.Thank God I got here on time. If Monica hadn’t whispered this location to me, I wouldn’t have even known. It wasn’t easy getting it out of her—she hesitated at first. But the memory of everything we once shared must have meant something. She gave in eventually. Just enough.I step forward slowly, each movement calculated. My fists clench at my sides as I take in the scene. My voice rises before I can stop it.“Alexander!”His body stiffens. He turns slowly. Eyes meeting mine.The tension thickens instantly, wrapping itself around us like a second skin.How dare he?How dare he lock Malik down here like this—bruised, helpl