All Chapters of Ex-husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Isabel’s POVI yank Cynthia’s hair, dragging her back with every ounce of rage burning in me.“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” I scream, my voice raw. “Trying to escape so you can come back and wreak havoc on my family again? Damn it, Cynthia! I’ll never let you escape from here.”She thrashes, shrieking in pain, trying to turn around, but I don’t let her. My grip is locked. Unrelenting. Her heels scrape against the ground, fingers clawing at my hands. But I keep pulling, dragging her back like a madwoman who’s had enough.“Let go of me!” she yells, kicking and screaming, her voice screeching like a cornered animal. “Let me go, Isabel!”“No! You don’t get to run. Not after everything you’ve done!”We’re both screaming, cursing, fighting like wild animals. Her nails dig into my arm as she tries to twist free. My voice breaks as I drag harder, the chaos between us boiling over.Then—pain.A sudden, brutal smash from behind knocks the breath right out of me. My fingers slip from C

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Aria’s POVI never imagined I’d stand here… in the Castillo mansion. Not as a guest. Not as a stranger. But as their daughter.The walls feel too grand, too heavy with history I was denied. For years, I thought this place was nothing but a distant, bitter symbol of all I didn’t have. But now… I’m here.And so is he.Felix stands by the window, his face aged by years of silence, of absence. His voice breaks the quiet. “I regret it all now, Aria,” he says. “Everything. I regret never believing your mother when she begged me to listen… when she claimed innocence for what Selene painted her out to be.”I feel my chest tighten as his voice trembles.“I regret not searching for you sooner. I didn’t even know of your existence, not until a few years back.” He sighs. “If I had known earlier… maybe I would have found my way to you. Maybe I could’ve stopped the suffering your mother went through. Maybe she would’ve survived Selene’s cruelty.”His voice is thick with pain. Each word weighed with

Alexander’s POVI sit by the window of the care home, sunlight streaking through the glass and warming the table where I peel an apple. My father sits quietly beside me in his wheelchair, his eyes distant as always—but I keep talking, the way I always do.“I told Dad… Isabel finally told the kids,” I say, smiling as I slice the apple into even halves. “Scarlett and Sterling. They know I’m their real father now.”I glance at him, even though I know he doesn’t really understand me. Not since the accident. His silence is different now—disconnected. But still, I want to share this moment with him. I need to.I lift my wrist, showing him the simple colorful bracelet. “You see this? Scarlett gave it to me months ago. She said it was a friendship bracelet. I let out a quiet laugh, remembering how I’d smiled and accepted it—grateful, even though my heart was breaking.Back then, I thought I was just a stranger in their lives. A ghost watching from the sidelines while they called another man

Isabel’s POVIt’s been three weeks since Roy left.Three weeks of making new memories—of watching the kids laugh more freely, of letting Alexander in more than I’d ever planned to. Three weeks of unwinding the past, one gentle day at a time.And now, I’ve finally brought to life the girls’ outing Aria once suggested over the phone months ago. Except it’s more than just the girls now—it’s all of us. The people who’ve become family in ways blood never could. Me, Alexander, the kids… and the couples who found love amidst all our chaos.Alexander sits beside me, his shoulder lightly brushing mine as we stare out at the wide stretch of the El Matador beach. The sea dances before us, waves crashing gently like a rhythm only the heart understands. The kids are playing a messy game of catch around us, laughing as they dart past. Scarlett nearly trips over Alexander’s feet, and he makes a playful attempt to grab her.Their laughter fills the air, and for once, the noise doesn’t feel overwhelmi