Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet : Kabanata 281 - Kabanata 290

Isabel’s POVThe days blur past like scattered pages in the wind. Since Dad received that call from the police, everything has been moving fast. Today is the day. The D-day.The day everything changes… and I become someone else’s wife.My mother adjusts the final layer of my dress, her fingers slow, steady. The makeup artist and hairstylist have just packed up, offering compliments and smiles before leaving the room. Now it’s just us.She steps back and clasps her hands, eyes lighting up with joy. “Oh, my dear. I’m so glad to finally see you this beautiful. And moving forward with your life.”I try to say something, but the words don’t quite come. She sees it—like she always does—and gently takes my hands in hers.“You don’t have to worry about anything, dear,” she says, squeezing softly. “The authorities already briefed us. Nothing’s going to happen. In fact, today… today everything will finally fall into place. The police will handle the rest and make sure her plans fail. You get to

Isabel’s POVMy eyes flicker open, slow and heavy, the ceiling above me a dull gray blur. The air smells… musty. Like damp wood and something old rotting beneath it.A shape moves ahead.It takes a second for my vision to sharpen, for the memory to hit me—Travis. The struggle. His hand pulling at the wheel. The fight. The crash. And then—darkness.I try to sit up, but my arms jerk painfully. Rope. Thick. Rough. Digging into my skin.Panic climbs up my throat as I look down. I’m tied to a wooden chair, ankles and wrists bound. The ropes are too tight. My skin already burns from trying.The room is dim, shadows hugging the cracked walls. It smells like wet cement and stale tobacco.“Quit trying, Isabel,” a voice says, smooth and mocking. “Unless you want rope burn and bruises to match.”I freeze.That voice.I lift my eyes and stare into the face of the woman standing by the window, slowly turning to me. Calm. Cold. Amused.It’s her.The resemblance is unmistakable.Selene.Her name lea

Isabel’s POVThe door swings open, and I’m shoved inside.I stumble, hitting something—maybe a foot—then crash onto the cold floor, knees slamming into concrete. My breath knocks out of me in a painful grunt. I try to brace myself, but my hands are tied tightly behind my back, wrists already aching from the strain. The blindfold digs into my skin, and every breath I take comes through fabric clamped over my mouth.Muffled sounds escape me as I shake, trying to make sense of the space. There’s nothing. No light. No direction. Only fear clawing its way through my chest.Then I hear it.A voice, shaky and small.“Mom?”My body stills. My blood runs cold.That voice.Cynthia.My chest tightens. My thoughts spiral.Cynthia? What the hell is she doing here? How?What happened?What’s going on?!A sharp, echoing smack cuts through the room. Then a gasp. Followed by—“Mom!”Another slap. The sound snaps through the air.My stomach twists.That voice again—Cynthia.And then it hits me, cold an

Aria’s POVThe sound of Selene’s voice gnaws at me, smooth yet venom-laced as she and Victoria argue in the distance. They’re talking about my mother—and I don’t know what infuriates me more… the lies Selene tells so easily, or the fact that Victoria doesn’t know the truth. Not yet.My chest tightens as memories of those nights come rushing back—my mother curled up on the thin mattress, clutching her belly, crying herself to sleep while whispering words of pain she thought I couldn’t hear. Nights when she flinched at every creak in the floorboards, too scared to even dream. Nights I couldn’t forget, no matter how hard I tried.Selene had accused her wrongly—told Felix lies that shattered what little peace my mother had left. And when that didn’t work? She tried to kill her. All because she found out my mom was pregnant with Felix’s child. With me.And now, here Selene is, speaking about betrayal with a wounded pout like she’s the victim. My fists clench at my sides.Betrayal?How dare

Roy’s POVI burst into the room, Alexander right behind me. My heart stalls at the sight before me.Victoria is crouched on the floor, one arm clutched tightly around the twins, the other pressed against Aurora’s side, soaked in blood. Her face is streaked with tears, her lips trembling. And then I see her—Aurora.She’s lying in it. Blood. So much of it.“Aurora!” The word tears from my throat as I rush in, my knees hitting the floor as I pull her limp body into my arms.Behind me, Alexander is already dropping to his knees beside Victoria, his arms outstretched for the children. Scarlett clings to him. Sterling is too stunned to move.Victoria’s voice cuts through the chaos, thin and breaking.“Isabel,” she chokes out, lifting a trembling hand toward the half-open door. “Please… please save Isabel…”The desperation in her voice punches me in the gut.I look up at Alexander. Our eyes lock. He knows.“I’ve got things here,” I tell him quickly. “Go. Go now.”He doesn’t waste a breath. H