All Chapters of HIS REGRET; Chasing back his rejected ex-wife : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~KRISTINE~'Come with me to Clasold City this weekend.'Sebastian's gentle request replayed in my mind like a mantra, eliciting both unease and anxiety. He had asked me just two nights ago while we were sharing a moment in my bedroom. He told me he would be returning to Clasold City for business and would be gone for some time. I knew he wouldn’t stay away for long; since he couldn’t bear to stay without seeing Mia for even a week. Yet, I hadn’t given him a proper response. Instead, he left me to ponder it and requested I give him my reply soon.My relationship with Sebastian had blossomed significantly in the past few weeks, especially ever since the incident at Mia’s birthday party, three weeks ago. Despite my heartfelt pleas for him to reconsider his plan to take over Dave’s company, he hadn’t listened. As he promised would happen, my words had fallen on deaf ears.He justified his actions by saying that if he didn’t teach Dave a lesson, then he wouldn't know when to stop messing

I tried not to dwell on his threats, reassuring myself that he couldn't do shit. Yet, I found myself mulling over his words, worry engulfing me—not for my own sake, but for Mia's. Who knows if he would try to use her to get to me like he did before? I knew Dave would never intentionally hurt her, since they once shared a bond while we were dating. Still, I couldn't fully trust that reassurance now, could I? Not with everything we had discovered about him recently.My heart raced, but I eventually shook off my musings, choosing to focus on the part where he mentioned that Sebastian had indeed claimed ownership over his company. A sense of pride welled up inside me; it seemed my man wasn't bluffing after all. Dave would realize now that choosing to mess with us was a grave mistake.Sighing wearily, I tucked away my thoughts, reminding myself that I still had work to do. I picked up my pen and began jotting down a few notes from what I had analyzed on the computer.An embarrassing groa

I finished at the office late today, several hours after the strange woman's visit.By the time I finally took another break—after my earlier lunch break—it was already night. Sebastian didn’t come to the office as I had thought he would, or rather, as he had promised he would. However, he called to apologize and even arranged for lunch to be delivered to me. He then apologized again, promising to make it up to me later.He told me he was really exhausted and needed rest, and I completely understood; how could he not be? He got himself worked up yesterday. However, he had no idea I was still at the house office at this time. I didn't let him know otherwise he would have likely come over to keep me company and help with work, or even offer to drop me off. But I didn't tell him anything.As for Amelia, I did let her know I'd be running late after she called me a while back, demanding my whereabouts. Anyway, now that I was halfway through my workload, I packed up my stuff in preparat

"I'm honestly baffled, Amelia," I said, studying the images closely. "I just don't understand.""Do you think Sabrina might be lying?" Amelia asked cautiously."About what?""This woman.""I don't think so. Why would she lie? She's been completely honest with me from the beginning, and I believe her. If she says she's found out they're plotting against me, I should put my doubts aside and start planning my next move.""Great choice," Amelia pointed out. "So, what do you want me to do about this Elizabeth Jones?"I exhaled deeply, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. "Do your thing, Amelia. Just find out what you can about her. I want to know who she really is and why she's after me."Amelia gently pulled her computer from my view, nodding eagerly. "You got it."As she typed fervently on the keyboard, her eyes sharp and focused on the screen, I remained still, pondering what Sabrina had told me—especially about Dave.Despite my wish to doubt her and dismiss her claims, I knew she

~SEBASTIAN~"Hey, how is she?" I bombarded the doctor frantically as he approached us from the hallway of City Hospital, where Chris and I had been waiting anxiously for his report.I swallowed hard as my gaze met with his.The elderly man clad in a pristine white lab coat stopped before me and forced a reassuring smile. "Mr. Weston, your wife is going to be okay. But I'm afraid she's still unconscious."My patience flared. "For how long? It's been 72 hours already. You told me she'd be awake within the last two days."He shrugged, wearing a remorseful expression that made me want to knock it off his face if he didn’t do something about Kristine's condition.I was losing it!Three days! Fucking Seventy-two hours, Four thousand three hundred twenty minutes and counting! That’s how long it’s been since Kristine collapsed—more like fainted on me after realizing our daughter was missing.Someone took her from the bridal shop she had visited with Amelia three days ago.That person bett